Book 1 - Chapter 5. Portraits (1/2)
I don't expect to get much sleep the first night - new surroundings, new bed, new life - but surprisingly I drop off within minutes of climbing underneath the covers of the small first-floor bed I chose, and don't wake until close to ten in the morning.
I feel good as I use the en suite bathroom. Refreshed. The sun's broken through the clouds and is s.h.i.+ning directly on to my bed when I come out of the bathroom. I lie on the covers and bask in the rays, smiling softly. For a moment I think of Gret's en suite... the rat guts... the start of the nightmares. But I'm in too good a mood to dwell on all that. Shaking my thoughts free, I head downstairs for a late breakfast.
I'm finis.h.i.+ng off my cornflakes and munching my third slice of toast when Dervish enters through the back door. He's been jogging. Red-faced, sweaty, panting.
”I looked in... on you... earlier,” he gasps, rolling his neck around, jiggling his arms and legs. ”Didn't have the heart... to wake you.”
”I don't normally sleep this late,” I grin guiltily.
”I should hope not.” He stretches, holds his hands over his head while he counts to ten, then relaxes, pulls up a chair and sits. ”Any plans for today?”
”I'm not sure,” I admit nervously. ”I'm used to having nurses plan my days for me.”
”I've been thinking about school,” Dervish says. ”Ideally I'd like to get you started quickly, but they're midway through term. You'd be playing catch-up from the second you sat down. I think it'd be easier if we waited until after the summer, when you can go in fresh with the rest of the cla.s.s.”
”OK.” I'm relieved - I was dreading the return to school.
”If you want, I can give you some lessons, or we can enroll you for private tuition,” Dervish continues. ”You've missed a lot, and I suspect you'll have to repeat a year, but if you work hard over the summer...”
”I'm not worried about repeating,” I mutter. ”If I was at my old school, I'd want to move up with my friends. But since I'm starting fresh, it doesn't really matter which cla.s.s I go into.”
”I like the way you think,” Dervish smiles. ”OK, we'll lay off the heavy grinds, but fit the odd bit of learning in along the way - you'll get rusty if you don't keep your brain sharp.”
”What about today?” I ask. ”What should I do?”
”Get the lay of the land,” Dervish suggests. ”Explore the house. Have a look round the grounds and neighbouring fields - you won't get done for trespa.s.sing as long as you don't mess with the livestock. Maybe take a stroll to the village and let the gossips have a gawk - I'm sure they're dying to check out the new boy. You can start on the household ch.o.r.es tomorrow.”
”Ch.o.r.es?”
”Sweeping, cleaning, stuff like that.”
”Oh.” I glance around. ”I thought... a place this big... you'd have a maid or something.”
”No maid!” Dervish laughs. ”I have a woman who comes in once a fortnight to dust the bedrooms, but that's it as far as outside help goes. You'll have to earn your keep here, Grubbs m'boy! But we'll start with the slave labour tomorrow, like I said. Find your feet first. Take it easy. Enjoy.” He rises and his expression saddens. ”h.e.l.l, you're due some enjoyment after all you've been through.”
I do the village first. Carcery Vale is quaint, quiet, picturesque. Nice white or creamy houses, smiling people, the occasional car puttering down the main street. I walk through the village, familiarising myself with the layout. I pa.s.s the school - larger than I thought. It's lunch and the students are in the yard, shouting, laughing, playing football. I don't get close.
Nervous. I've had months of dealing strictly with adults. I've almost forgotten what people my own age are like and how to get along with them.
Not many shops, and a very limited selection of goods. I need new clothes, but socks and underpants are all the local stores have to offer. I suppose there's a town within easy driving distance where Dervish can take me. I'll ask when I get back.
The people in the shops and on the streets eye me curiously but without suspicion. I keep expecting them to ask for my name or pa.s.s a comment - ”You must be Mr. Grady's new lodger,” or ”You're not from around here, are you?” - but they just nod pleasantly and let me go about my business.