Vengeance Child (36 page)
As they crossed a meadow to the farm Jay scratched his head. âI worry I'll have to leave White Cross. I get really scared.'
âWe're running the farm as a place for children to stay as long as they want to.'
âIt's a foster home?'
âThat's the official title. But nobody can take you away from here if you don't want to go. You can live here until you're a grown-up. It's your decision.' Victor opened the gate. âI did warn Archer about that goat.'
Jay tutted; it was a typical boyish thing to do when someone of his age saw a younger one making an apparent mess of things. âArcher still likes Wilkes more than people, then Wilkes goes and eats his T-shirt.'
Archer was protesting, âNo, Wilkes, let go, it's mine.' At last he pulled the garment free, then joined Victor and Jay for the walk back to the house. Archer folded his arms as he called back at the goat, âDo that again, Wilkes, and I'll smack your bottom!'
âKids.' Jay sighed. âAre you coming sailing with me later?'
âAll right.' Archer examined the teeth marks in his sleeve. âBut don't splash me.'
After they entered the house Jay paused in front of the television, which showed footage of war in South-East Asia that left thousands of people facing famine.
Jay stared, his expression growing angrier by the second. âYou know what? It's wrong that governments don't do enough to help all those who are going hungry.' His voice grew deeper. âOne day someone will come along and make the politicians pay; they'll make them suffer for the bad things they've done.' Fury set his eyes alight. âMaybe I . . . if I remember how . . .'
Archer cried, âWilkes has followed us back!'
The goat trotted into the lounge to hungrily eye the sofa cushions.
âJay! Help me get him out . . . before he poops on something.'
As if by magic Jay's anger vanished. Both boys laughed happily as they helped one another tug the recalcitrant, four-legged Wilkes out of the house. As the pair giggled, and shouted advice on the best way to get the goat back to his pen without it eating any soft furnishings, Victor walked down to the broad waters of the River Severn.
On evenings like this, when the sun was low and golden, it made silhouettes of figures on the shore. So, sometimes, he found himself thinking he saw Ghorlan waiting for him by the water's edge.
Tonight, he saw a lone figure standing motionless on the shingle. The woman waited for him to approach before she softly spoke. âLou always insisted that this island could change how people think.' She smiled at him. âSix months ago I couldn't have imagined my life would have changed so much. Especially that I'd be standing here, wearing a new ring on my finger.'
Victor smiled back. âSometimes, every now and again, we really do get what we deserve.' With that he kissed his wife . . . and he knew that everything was going to be all right.
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