Part 5 (1/2)

'Yep, yep,' said Nose Broken by a Mousetrap, and she led the way through the twisted roots of the hedge. They stopped on the other side. They were on the edge of a green track with high brambly hedges on each side. Blackthorn and ash trees grew overhead so as to make it almost a tunnel. It was a track for people and animals only, far too narrow for a car.

'House,' said Nose Broken by a Mousetrap, twitching her nose along the path.

'House, huh?' said Kevin.

'House, yep. Little old lady. Yep, yep. Careful. Cats. Many cats. Follow soak-away pipe. Pa.s.sage through hollow walls, comes out above the fireplace. Cats can't reach.' She touched noses with each of them and said: 'Nose Broken by a Mousetrap visiting her grandchildren. No hair yet. Many streets.' And with that she was gone, back through the hedge and out of their lives.

'House,' said Kevin, and started running down the track. But this time Tess didn't follow.

'Freeze!' she said.

He did, instantly. Tess looked up and down the track. She sniffed the air and listened carefully for a while. They were well hidden from the road by a bend in the track, and the hedges were high on either side. With a sigh of relief, she Switched into human form, and after a moment or two, Kevin did the same.

Tess hollowed her back, stretched her arms above her head, and then swung them around like a windmill, all those things that a rat can't do. Then she sighed again and sat down against the base of a tree where the ground was free from snow.

'Shove up,' said Kevin.

Tess moved over, turning away from him, and he squeezed in beside her with his back against hers. 'What did you do that for?' he said.

'Do what?'

'Change.'

'We're going to see a little old lady, aren't we?'

'Yes. But she obviously speaks Rat, doesn't she? How else could she have sent the others looking for us, huh?'

'Don't ”huh?” me,' snapped Tess. 'I'm fed up with being a rat. That wasn't part of the deal as far as I'm concerned. It's all right for you. You're used to it. Maybe too used to it.'

'Oh,' said Kevin, 'like that, is it? Well, maybe you're too used to being a rotten human. We didn't make the stinking sewers and slimy drainpipes, you know? You did. We don't leave rubbish thrown around all over the place. It's your lot who does that. You're lucky you've got us to clean up after you!'

Tess was staring at him, open-mouthed.

'What's wrong?' he said.

'What do you mean, ”us”?'

Kevin looked at the ground and gathered a small lump of snow in his hand.

'What do you mean, Kevin?' Tess went on. 'What are you trying to say?'

'Nothing,' he said. 'It's just that I'm not good at being a boy. With rats you know where you stand even if it isn't always pleasant. But I don't understand people properly. They say one thing and they mean another. I don't know how to look at them and I don't understand the way they look at me.'

Tess looked around her. A weak morning sun was pouring yellow light through the branches and picking out specks of brilliance in the thin snow. Above their heads the birds were chatting quietly, not too concerned by their presence but aware of it all the same.

'I don't either, Kevin,' she said, gently. 'I'm not sure anybody does. That's just the way people are.'

'That's fair enough I suppose,' he said. 'But it doesn't give me a good reason to bother with them.'

'You keep saying ”them”, or ”you”, as if you don't belong. But you do. You're the same as any of us when it comes down to it.'

'Am I, Tess?'

'Of course you are! We're all the same underneath.'

Kevin sighed deeply and tilted back his head so that it rested, just for an instant, against hers.

They walked together down the path until the house came into view. It was a tiny place and quite ancient, completely at odds with the surrounding wealth and grandeur. A few hens picked at the gra.s.s around the front door, and a troop of ducks that were puddling around in the mud beside an outside tap took offence at the presence of strangers and waddled away in a line, quacking contemptuously.

The little old lady heard them and came to the door.

'At last,' she said. 'I thought you'd never get here, so I did.'

'Pardon?' said Tess.

'I been waiting ages,' said the little old lady. 'You took your time, didn't you?' She threw a suspicious glance at Kevin and said: 'I thought you was a rat.'

'Huh?' thought Kevin instinctively. He looked crestfallen and hung behind Tess as they followed the old woman into the house.

'Never mind,' she said, pus.h.i.+ng cats off chairs beside the fire to make room for them to sit down. 'I suppose you is a rat and you isn't. It's all the same in the end. All the same to me at any rate. Sit yourselves down, and don't take any notice of them cats. A knee is a knee to a cat and a lap is a lap, and whether it's a knee or a lap it's warmer than the floor. If you doesn't like cats,' she looked pointedly at Kevin, 'you can tell them where to get off, but politely, mind, because we doesn't tolerate rudeness in this house, does we, pussums, eh?'

She closed the hall door behind them and they settled, a little self-consciously, into the newly vacated chairs. The fire was crackling brightly, and a large black kettle on a hook above it was wheezing in a way that made Tess hopeful of tea. It seemed like a year since she had tasted it.

The cats didn't turn out to be a problem because as soon as the old woman sat down they began to gather on her lap, and before long there were four of them there, manoeuvring for position.

'Tell us your names,' said the old woman. 'Come on, don't be shy. No rules in this house except that you minds your manners and doesn't be anything nasty to scare the cats. And you needn't think you're so special, either, sitting there like that. We was all young once, you know. You isn't the only ones who was able to Switch yourselves.'

'We know that,' said Tess.

'You knows everything, that's your trouble. Teenagers always does. There's nothing anyone can tell them. Teenagers is arrogant, that's what they is. Isn't that true, pussums, eh?'

The four cats had settled comfortably now and sat gazing out at Tess and Kevin with narrow, malevolent eyes. Kevin was looking pointedly at the floor, and Tess knew that he wasn't going to be any help at all.

'Well,' she said. 'He's Kevin and I'm Tess.'

'Oh,' said the old woman. 'Kevin, is he? That's a good, solid name, now, Kevin is. You can't argue with that, can you?'

'I suppose not,' said Tess.

'But Tess,' the old woman went on, without pausing for breath, 'isn't a name at all. It's one of those ridiculous new inventions like a sticky label. They might as well have given you a number, miss, as a name like that.'

'But that's not true!' said Tess, beginning to get annoyed. 'It's a very old name.'

'A very old name? How can it be a very old name when you's only a little nipper, eh? I'll tell you a very old name. Lizzie is a very old name, and I isn't telling you how old it is, and as every young gentleman knows,' she leant forward and poked Kevin on the knee so that he jumped, 'it isn't polite to ask. But you can take it from me, it's a very old name. It's very nearly about as old a name as you can get.'

There was an awkward silence, during which the kettle's voice moved up a semitone. Tess glanced around the room, surrept.i.tiously. Beside the fireplace was an old black oven, and above it Tess noticed a hole in the stonework of the chimney front which she recognised from Nose Broken by a Mousetrap's description. She could well imagine Lizzie sitting there in the evenings, having conversations with little twitching noses poking out, while the cats prowled below in impotent fury.