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The encounter had been shocking. To see close up the darkness in Hannah Roennfeldt’s eyes. To smell the faded sweetness of powder on her. To feel, almost physically, the hopelessness that hung about her. But at the very same time, she had tasted the possibility of losing Lucy. The muscles in her arms stiffened now, as if to hold on to the child. ‘Oh God,’ she prayed, ‘God, bring peace to Hannah Roennfeldt. And let me keep Lucy safe.’

Tom had still not come home. She went into Lucy’s room to check on her. She took a picture book gently from her hand as she slept, and laid it on the dressing table. ‘Night night, my angel,’ she whispered, and kissed her. As she stroked her hair, she found herself comparing the shape of Lucy’s face with the vision of Hannah in the mirror, looking for something in the curve of the chin or the arch of an eyebrow.

CHAPTER 22

‘MAMMA, CAN WE
have a cat?’ Lucy asked the next morning as she followed Isabel into the Graysmarks’ kitchen. The child had been fascinated by the exotic marmalade creature called Tabatha Tabby that patrolled the house. She had seen cats in storybooks, but this was the only one she had ever touched.

‘Oh, I don’t think a cat would be very happy on Janus, sweetie pie. He wouldn’t have any friends to play with.’ Isabel’s voice had a distracted air.

‘Dadda, can we please have a cat?’ asked the child without missing a beat, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Tom had got home after Isabel was asleep, and risen before anyone else. He was sitting at the table, flipping through a week-old copy of the
West Australian
.

‘Lulu, why don’t you take Tabatha out into the garden for an adventure – go hunting for mice,’ he said.

She hauled the compliant animal up by its middle and stumbled to the door.

Tom turned to Isabel. ‘How much longer, Izz? How much bloody longer?’

‘What?’

‘How can we do it? How can we carry on with this every day?
You
knew the poor woman had gone out of her mind because of us. Now you’ve seen her with your own eyes!’

‘Tom, there’s nothing we can do. I know it and so do you.’ But Hannah’s face came back to her, her voice. As Tom set his jaw, she searched for some way of placating him. ‘Perhaps …’ she ventured, ‘perhaps – when Lucy’s older, perhaps we can tell Hannah then, when it won’t be so devastating … But that’s years away, Tom, years.’

Astounded both by the concession and by its inadequacy, he pressed on. ‘Isabel, what’s it going to take? It can’t wait years. Imagine her life! You even
knew
her!’

Fear awoke in Isabel in earnest. ‘And it turns out you did too, Tom Sherbourne. But you kept that pretty quiet, didn’t you?’

Tom was taken aback by the counter attack. ‘I don’t
know
her. I met her. Once.’

‘When?’

‘On the boat from Sydney.’

‘That’s what’s brought this on though, isn’t it? Why didn’t you ever tell me about her? What did she mean, “You’re very gallant”? What are you hiding?’

‘What am
I
hiding? That’s rich.’

‘I know nothing about your life! What else have you kept secret, Tom? How many other shipboard romances?’

Tom stood up. ‘Stop it! Stop it right there, Isabel! You’re carrying on like a two-bob watch over Hannah Roennfeldt to change the subject because you know I’m right. Makes no odds whether I’d seen her before or not.’

He tried an appeal to reason. ‘Izz. You saw what she’s become. That’s
our
doing.’ He turned away from her. ‘I saw things … I saw things in the war, Izz. Things I’ve never told you and never will. Christ, I
did
things …’ His fists were closed tight and his jaw stiff. ‘I swore I’d never make anyone suffer after that, not if I could help it. Why do you think I went on the Lights anyway? I reckoned I could
maybe
do a bit of good, maybe save some poor bastard from being wrecked. And now look what I’ve gotten into. I wouldn’t want a
dog
to have to go through what Hannah Roennfeldt’s been through!’ He searched for words. ‘Christ, I learned in France that you’re bloody lucky if you’ve got tucker for tea and teeth to chew it with.’ He baulked at the images that flooded his mind. ‘So when I met you, and you even looked twice at me, I thought I was bloody well in heaven!’

He stopped for a moment. ‘What are we, Izzy? What do we think we’re playing at, for crying out loud? I swore I’d stay with you through thick and thin, Isabel,
thick and thin!
Well all I can say is, things have got pretty bloody thin,’ he said, and strode away down the hall.

The child stood in the back doorway, watching the end of the argument, spellbound. She had never heard so many words come from Tom’s mouth, never so loud. Never seen him cry.

‘She’s gone!’ Isabel’s words greeted Tom as he returned to the Graysmarks’ that afternoon, in the company of Bluey. ‘Lucy! I left her outside playing with the cat while I went to pack. I thought Mum was watching her, and she thought
I
was watching her.’

‘Calm down. Calm down Izz,’ he said, and put a hand on each arm. ‘Take it quietly. When did you last see her?’

‘An hour ago? Two at the most.’

‘When did you realise she’d gone?’

‘Just now. Dad’s gone to look for her, up in the bush at the back.’ Partageuse frilled in and out of native bush land at its fringes, and beyond the Graysmarks’ neat, lawned garden lay acres of scrub that led into forest.

‘Tom, thank goodness you’re back.’ Violet came rushing on to the verandah. ‘I’m so sorry – it’s all my fault. I should have checked
on
her! Bill’s gone to search up along the old logging track …’

‘Are there any other places she’s likely to have gone?’ Tom’s methodical, practical reflex came to the fore. ‘Anywhere you and Bill told her stories about?’

‘She could be anywhere,’ said Violet, shaking her head.

‘Tom, there are snakes. Redbacks. God help us!’ Isabel implored.

Bluey spoke up. ‘I used to spend all day in that bush when I was a kid, Mrs S. She’ll be all right. We’ll find her, no trouble. Come on, Tom.’

‘Izz – Bluey and I’ll head into the bush, see if we can find any tracks. You have another look around the garden and out the front. Violet, double check the house – all the cupboards and under the beds. Anywhere she could have followed the cat. If we don’t find her in the next hour, we’ll have to send for the police, get the black-trackers out.’

Isabel flashed him a look at the mention of police.

‘It won’t come to that,’ said Bluey. ‘She’ll be right as rain, Mrs S, you wait and see.’

It was only when they were out of earshot of the women that Bluey said to Tom, ‘Let’s hope she’s been making a racket as she goes. Snakes sleep during the day. They’ll get out of your way if they hear you coming. But if they’re surprised … Has she ever wandered off before?’

‘She’s never had any-bloody-where to wander to,’ Tom said sharply, then, ‘Sorry, Blue. Didn’t mean to – it’s just she hasn’t really got much of a feel for distance. On Janus, everywhere’s close to home.’

They walked on, calling the child’s name as they went, and waiting in vain for a reply. They were following the remnants of a path, now mostly overgrown at adult height, where branches reached over the empty space below. But at her height, Lucy would have met no resistance.

About fifteen minutes in, the path opened out into a clearing, then forked in opposite directions. ‘Loads of these trails,’ said Bluey. ‘They’d clear a route, back in the old days, when they went scouting for good timber country. There are still soaks here and there, so you’ve got to watch out. They’re usually covered over,’ he said, referring to the wells dug to get at groundwater.

The child from the lighthouse has little fear. She knows not to go too near cliff edges. She understands that spiders can bite, and should be avoided. She is clear that she mustn’t try to swim unless Mamma or Dadda is beside her. In the water, she can tell the difference between the fin of a friendly dolphin, which goes up and down, and of a shark, which stays steady as it cuts the surface. In Partageuse, if she pulls the cat’s tail it might scratch her. These are the boundaries of danger.

So as she follows Tabatha Tabby beyond the borders of the garden, she has no concept of getting lost. After a while she can no longer see the cat, but by then it is too late – she is too far away simply to retrace her steps, and the more she tries, the further she wanders.

Eventually, she comes to a clearing, where she sits down by a log. She takes in her surroundings. There are soldier ants, which she knows to avoid, and she makes sure she’s a good distance from the trail they’re making. She’s not concerned. Mamma and Dadda will find her.

As she sits there, drawing patterns in the sandy soil with a twig, she notices a strange creature, longer than her finger, approach from under the log. It’s like nothing she’s ever seen before: a long body, and legs like an insect or a spider, but two fat arms like one of the crabs Dadda catches sometimes on Janus. Fascinated, she touches it with the twig, and its tail rapidly curls up in a beautiful arch, pointing to its head. In that moment, a second creature appears, a few inches away.

She is mesmerised by the way the insects follow her twig, trying to grab it with their crab claws. A third one emerges from under the log. The seconds pass slowly.

As they reach the clearing, Tom gives a start. He sees a small, shod foot protruding from behind a log.

‘Lucy!’ He races to the log, where the little girl sits playing with a stick. He freezes as he recognises the shape clinging to the end of the twig as a scorpion. ‘Jesus, Lucy!’ He grabs the little girl under her arms and lifts her high in the air as he dashes the scorpion to the ground and crushes it under his foot. ‘Lucy, what the hell are you doing?’ he cries.

‘Dadda! But you killed it!’

‘Lucy, that’s dangerous! Did it bite you?’

‘No. It likes me. And look,’ she says, opening the wide pocket at the front of her smock, proudly displaying another scorpion. ‘I got one for
you
.’

‘Don’t move!’ he says, feigning calm and returning her to the ground. He lowers the twig into the pocket until the scorpion locks onto it, then slowly raises it and flings it onto the dirt, stamping on it.

He inspected her arms and legs for signs of bites or stings. ‘Are you sure it didn’t sting you? Does it hurt anywhere?’

She shook her head. ‘I did an aventure!’

‘You certainly did an adventure all right.’

‘Have a close look,’ said Bluey. ‘You can’t always see the puncture marks. But she doesn’t look drowsy. That’s a good sign. Tell you the truth, I was more worried she was at the bottom of one of those soaks.’

‘Ever the optimist,’ muttered Tom. ‘Lucy, darl, we don’t have scorpions on Janus. They’re dangerous. You mustn’t ever touch them.’ He hugged her. ‘Where on earth have you been?’

‘I did play with Tabatha. You said to.’ Tom felt a stab as he
recalled
his instruction earlier that morning to go outside with the cat. ‘Come on, sweetie. We’ve got to get you back to Mamma.’ His mouth seemed newly aware of the significance of the word, as the previous night’s events came back to him.

Isabel rushed from the verandah to meet them at the edge of the garden. She grabbed Lucy and sobbed with relief.

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