Stormswept. Part 3

"What is that?"

"It's really old. It came to my ancestors when our city was drowned. It's like our a I don't know a our luck. Something we have which keeps us safe."

Malin's gaze sharpens. "What city was that?"

"It was on land, but there was a tidal wave or something and it disappeared. But it's only a legend," I add quickly, because his stare is making me uneasy.

"I would like to see that instrument," says Malin softly, half to himself, and then he turns his head away and shuts his eyes. He seems so drowsy now, as if he's sinking away from me, fathoms and fathoms down into the depths of an ocean where I can't follow him.

"Mum, what's it like to die?" I asked Mum that after our granddad died, and she said, "It's like falling asleep, Morveren. It's nothing to be afraid of."

I've got to get Jenna quickly. Malin mustn't fall into that sleep.

"Go then," says Malin, in a voice so quiet that it might be the sigh of the wind.

t's not until I burst through our cottage door that I remember about the drowned Polish sailor. Jenna's sitting by the fire, hugging her knees and staring into the flames. Digory's lying on the floor playing with his toy cars. Jenna looks up.

"Didn't you hear the church bell? I thought you'd come straight back."

"Yes a but Jenna-"

"He still had his life-jacket on. The helicopter spotted him. They might have found him in time, if it'd been daylight."

Jenna turns to me, her face pale and upset. I know she's thinking the same as I am. How long did the sailor survive, hoping for rescue?

"He was called Adam," says Jenna. "One of the other men told Mum. It's better knowing his name, don't you think?"

"Yes. But Jenna-"

"Don't you want to talk about it?" says Jenna, with a rare flash of anger.

I look at her over Digory's head. He's humming to himself, telling himself a story about his cars, but that doesn't guarantee that he's not listening.

"I need your help with my maths," I say.

Instantly, Jenna's face sharpens. It's a signal we use whenever we need to talk to each other urgently but don't want anyone else to know.

"I'm just going up to our bedroom with Morveren, to look at our homework," she tells Digory, who nods without stopping his game.

Upstairs, Jenna shuts the door before asking, "What's wrong?"

"Jen, you're not going to believe this, but please, please listen before you say anything. Promise?"

She nods, and folds her arms. I know she thinks I've done something awful and she'll have to cover up for me.

Jenna is good at listening. Even now, when I'm telling her something that no one in their right mind could possibly believe, she listens attentively, frowning a little. I tell her about the noise I heard, and about finding Malin, and how he's hurt and needs help. When I tell her about how I uncovered the sand and saw his tail, I see the pupils of her eyes widen, but she still says nothing.

"He needs us to help him, Jen. We've got to get him into the water."

Jenna remains silent.

"Don't you believe me?"

Very slowly, she nods. "I believe that you believe it," she says.

"But it's true!"

"Morveren, when you were climbing on the rocks, do you think you could have slipped? Is there anything you can't remember?"

She thinks I fell and banged my head, and I've imagined everything because I'm concussed or something. It's what anyone would think, but Jenna's my twin sister. She must be able to see that I'm deadly serious. I want to shake her to make her believe me. But would I have believed in Malin, if I hadn't seen him and touched his skin? Mer people don't exist except in stories, everybody knows that.

"Jen, listen. I didn't bang my head, I swear. Even if you don't believe me, just come. If there's nothing a I mean, if he's not real a then it won't do any harm, will it? But he'll die if we don't help him."

Jenna s.h.i.+vers, and rubs her arms. "It's been such a horrible day," she says very quietly, as if she's talking to herself. "I wish it was over. I can't leave Digory on his own, Mor."

"He'll be fine! He likes being on his own."

It's true. Digory's one of these people who's happy just being himself. I can see that Jenna's wavering. She still doesn't believe me, but she can sense how desperate I am.

"I'm going to get the groundsheet so we can carry him to the pool."

"It's under the stairs," says Jenna automatically. She always knows where things are.

I go to fetch the groundsheet, and Jenna comes after me.

"You don't have to follow me," I snap. "I'm not going to collapse, even though you don't believe I didn't bang my head."

"All right then, I'll come with you," she says suddenly. Her face is creased with worry. "I'm not letting you go on your own."

She hooks the fireguard to the wall and tells Digory to be sure and not touch it. Mum is working a few hours at the post office, and if he needs her he can run down there. Dad's at the harbour. "Just play, Digory. Don't go in the kitchen and don't touch the fire. Do you understand? If you're really good, I'll give you a surprise when we get back."

"What surprise?" asks Digory. Jenna glances at me and says, "Morveren's Mars bar that she's hidden in the freezer."

"Jen!"

"Surely it's worth a Mars bar?" asks Jenna coolly, and I have to shrug and agree.

"I'll be really good, Jenna," says Digory earnestly.

Once we're clear of the village I start to run. I'm so scared that Malin will die before we get him into the water. It's like a stone in my stomach. People do die. That man last night... Adam. He was waiting for help and it didn't come.

"He's right down the end," I pant.

The beach looks completely empty, and for a moment even I doubt everything. Jenna stares ahead, her face carefully inexpressive, but I know what she's thinking.

"We need to go down to the rocks, then I can get my bearings. We have to find the right dune."

I run down the beach, with Jenna following. I look around, trying to fit the landscape into the right pattern. Not here. I go on. I think this is where I was when I first heard Malin groan, but I'm too far down the beach. I turn and start to walk backwards in the direction we've come, looking left, then right, then ahead. I glance behind me. Was it here? No, it's still not quite right. Why didn't I check Malin's exact position before rus.h.i.+ng off for help? All the dunes look the same. Was it that one a or that one? Jenna watches me, saying nothing.

"It was definitely around here," I say, and set off towards the dunes. We scramble up, grabbing hold of the tough marram gra.s.s to help us keep our balance in the s.h.i.+fting sand. We are at the top.

There's nothing. Jenna comes up beside me, and stares around at the empty curves and hollows of the dune. Still, she doesn't speak.

"It must have been further down." I am hot all over now from nervous fear, and the weight of the groundsheet. Any minute, Jenna will say she's going back home. I skid down the side of the dune again and Jenna follows. Back on the flat sand, I look out to sea and then at the rocks, trying to get my bearings again. It still doesn't look right. I walk backwards.

Suddenly sea and rock and sand slide into place, as if I've put in the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

"This is the place! I know it's here!"

Jenna nods but I see scepticism in her face. She'll humour me a bit longer. Again, we climb the side of the dune. There's the top, exactly as I remember it. I climb up, and stand stock-still, my heart beating hard with relief and also with... Well, with disbelief. It is all true and there must have been a part of me that still didn't quite believe that it could be true. I didn't bang my head. Against all the laws of reality, Malin is real. There he is, lying in the hollow of the dunes, eyes closed, head flung back, as if- "Jenna! Quick! Quick!"

Jenna scrambles up, panting, and then she sees him. She grabs hold of me, digging her nails into my arm.

"Let go, Jenna!"

In a second I'm at Malin's side.

"Malin! Malin!"

Very slowly, his eyelids part. My heart thuds so hard I have to swallow in order to speak.

"My sister's here, Malin," I say, as calmly as I can. You've got to be calm with people when they're really ill. "You're going to be all right. We're taking you to the salt water."

But I can see from his face that there's not a moment to lose.

"Let's get the groundsheet out flat beside him, then we can lift him on to it. We haven't got time to wet it. Come on, Jen!"

Jenna looks as if someone's. .h.i.t her in the face, she's so shocked.

"Jenna, help me!"

Her hands are shaking, but she helps me to spread out the groundsheet.

"I'm going to go round behind him and get my hands under his arms. You lift under his- his tail."

"Do you think we ought to move him?"

"We've got to. He'll die if we don't." Jenna is so pale I'm afraid she's going to faint.

"Then we can wrap the groundsheet round him and carry him to the pool. He was talking to me before. He speaks English."

With a huge effort, Jenna collects herself. "King Ragworm Pool, you mean?"

"Yes."

"But we'll have to get him up the rocks."

"We can do it."

Lifting Malin on to the groundsheet is the worst part. The first time we try to lift him, he slips and his tail hits the ground. He groans and the colour ebbs from his face, leaving it a dirty grey-blue. I'm afraid we're murdering him, not helping him.

"Try kneeling at right angles to his body, Jen. Get your arms right under him."

She's in position. I tighten my grip under Malin's arms.

"One, two, three a lift."

This time it works. We lift Malin as gently as we can, and lay him on the groundsheet. He's heavy. Carefully, we wrap the groundsheet around him like a sling, so he can't fall out. The gash in his tail is bleeding again, but not too badly. We decide Jenna will walk backwards, holding his tail, and I'll keep hold of him under the arms, through the groundsheet, so he can't slide out of it.

It is a nightmare journey. Getting him off the dunes is the worst part, because we are so scared of losing our balance and falling with him. I dig my heels into the sand for balance and try to take his weight as Jenna feels her way carefully back downwards.

By the time we're on the flat sand I'm sweating all over. Jenna's hair sticks to her forehead.

"Wait, he's slipping."

We get a firm grip again, and set off slowly, painfully, across the sand. It feels so exposed. What if someone sees us? They'll think we are burying a body. Malin groans again as the groundsheet jerks. Oh no, we're hurting him. We're making things worse. I should have told Dad and Dr Kemp and let them help us- No. He wanted me to get him to the water. He didn't want anyone else to know. We're doing what he asked.

It seems to take hours to reach the rocks. They're not very high, but they loom over us like mountains now that we've got to get Malin up them. It's so easy to climb up there usually that I hadn't realised how difficult it would be with the dead weight of Malin between us.

"Let's work it out logically," says Jenna, wiping her hair away from her eyes. Her voice is shaky but it's her sensible, "Jenna-solving-a-maths-problem" voice. What's logical about any of this? I think, but I say nothing.

"We need to keep his head higher than his body," she goes on. "It's probably safest to go up side by side, don't you think?"

"OK."

"There's a ledge for you there a and I can dig my foot in sideways, into that cranny. Let's get up there first then work out the next foothold."

Jenna's in full practical mode now. Whether or not Malin is real, there's a job to be done and we're here to do it.

We daren't risk falling with Malin, so we test each foothold over and over before we lift him. We only have to climb about ten feet, but the rocks are razor-sharp. If we dropped him...

The sea doesn't reach these rocks, even at high tide. Maybe it does sometimes, at the equinoctial spring tides, although I've never seen it. But every tide brings water sluicing in along the stone channel that I think was made by our ancestors long ago. He'll be safe here. I hold on to the thought as I struggle with his weight. You'll be safe soon. You'll be back in salt water, I tell him, but not aloud. Very slowly and cautiously, we inch our way upwards, leaning into the rock for balance. My shoulder muscles burn. My arms ache in their sockets...

"I've got him," says Jenna, when she's sure of her foothold, and I take the next small step upwards. Suddenly Malin's weight s.h.i.+fts, as if he's trying to move inside the groundsheet sling. I feel myself coming away from the face of the rock and fight with all my strength for balance. We teeter for a terrifying second, and then with all the force in my body I throw myself backwards. I lie against the rock, breathing hard, grasping him. I really have banged my head now. A wave of sickness rises into my mouth.

"Morveren? Are you OK?"

I can't speak, but I nod my head and hope she can see it.

"He moved," says Jenna.

He's alive then.

"Coming up," says Jenna, and we are side by side again, with Malin level between us. The pain between my shoulder-blades is like fire. I brace myself against the rock, dig my foot into the next cranny, and haul myself upwards. Jenna follows.

"We're a almost there," she pants.

And then we are there. King Ragworm Pool s.h.i.+nes darkly beneath us. Weed sways in its depth, and anemones cling to its sides like jewels. I have never been so glad to see water in my life. We lower Malin carefully on to the flat top of the rock, and unwrap the groundsheet.