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Authors: Clare B. Dunkle

Tags: #Speculative Fiction

The Hollow Kingdom (7 page)

Kate picked at her food. If God is so good, she considered unhappily, why won't He make this horrible creature go away? But the Romans hadn't asked permission before hauling the Sabine women away to be their wives, and the ancient tribes were always taking women captive. God gives His creatures freedom to act, her father had taught her, and it is our responsibility to use it correctly. But what if a magical goblin has no intention of using his freedom correctly? I suppose it's my responsibility to stop him, Kate concluded pessimistically. As well as I know how.

That raised another point. What did she know about how to stop goblins? Nothing whatsoever. She had heard the term applied to mischievous children, and she thought she remembered a story about goblins from her nursery days, something about ugly little creatures with big round eyes who caused trouble to farmers. Kate felt a sense of indignation. Her education had obviously been inadequate. She must learn more, but not from the goblin himself. Kate was sure she wouldn't escape another encounter with him. Perhaps she could find out something useful from Mrs. Bigelow. She had lived there all her life and was bound to know something about goblins. Maybe she could tell Kate what to do.

The meal was dragging on in awkward silence. No one had been able to think of much to say. Perhaps this was because Hugh Roberts
ate without his usual book, paying close attention to the conversation. Kate didn't know how her aunts felt about this abnormal behavior, but it made her rather uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Bigelow," she said to the housekeeper as carelessly as she could, "Mr. Roberts told us once that there are lots of folktales about Hallow Hill. Do any of the stories mention goblins?"

Hugh Roberts leaned his large bulk forward and looked at Kate over his spectacles.

"Who has told you about goblins, Miss Winslow?" he asked. "And please don't try to tell me that it was my cousin." This was a nice mess, decided Kate, taken aback. She couldn't possibly answer him.

"I was just curious," she said.

Her guardian turned to the housekeeper. "Did you tell her?" he demanded.

"Of course not, sir!" that good woman gasped, her pleasant face wrinkled in concern. "I knew you wouldn't want the young ladies hearing those old stories."

"So there are stories about goblins!" exclaimed Kate in relief. "I'd very much like to hear them."

"Don't you think you've heard enough of them already?" her guardian asked her knowingly, but when Kate gave him a puzzled look, he gave her a puzzled look in return. "All right, Mrs. Bigelow," he sighed, "we'd better hear the stories again. Maybe then we'll get somewhere."

"Well, now," began the housekeeper hesitantly. "Now, you girls know that I've never breathed a word about goblins to you. But the truth is, my own grandparents and the folk they lived among would have sworn to you that there were elves and goblins in these hills. Why, when I was a child, there wasn't a single one of us girls allowed out of the house after sunset. All because the magical folk, you see, they be creatures of the nighttime, and they can't see in the day.

"The old folks told us that the goblins would steal a girl if they caught her out wandering in the twilight. They'd drag her away to their caverns under the Hill to be a goblin bride. Her hair would turn white, and the color would fade out of her, and she'd become like one of them creatures herself, nursing some squalling goblin brat in those dripping holes down in the Hill. They always did want the pretty ones, the girls who hadn't been married, so once we were married, you know, we didn't have to worry about them anymore."

Kate remembered Marak commenting on how pretty Aunt Celia had been in her youth, but she had been a widow. "That was a real pity," he had said emphatically. Now she knew what he had meant.

"No one ever did see the goblins or the elves," Mrs. Bigelow continued, "or if they did, they didn't let on to have seen them. They be terrible secretive creatures and powerful with magic, and it didn't pay to cross them at all. Sometimes, old folks said, they'd hear hunting horns at night, and sometimes sounds of battle, but the wise folk barred their doors and pulled their shutters. You see, the elves and the goblins were here in this land long before us, and folks respected their ways."

"But what were you girls supposed to do if you did meet a goblin?" asked Kate. "Sneeze, or throw salt in its eyes, or say the Lord's Prayer?"

"There's no right way to meet a goblin, dearie," said the housekeeper. "Staying inside at night was all we could do because they'd not take notice of us then. If a girl was to get stolen, well, she was stolen, is all. Sneezing and salting wasn't going to help."

"Did you know any girls who got stolen?" asked Emily hopefully.

"Well, no," Mrs. Bigelow admitted. "Not that there wasn't the occasional odd bit of news. A girl might go out for a walk and never come back, and her family would never know what had become of her. But there is one story from my grandmother's day that always
scared us young girls into staying safe indoors, and that was the story of Miss Adele Roberts.

"You see, my grandmother said Miss Adele was as bold as any general, and to tell her not to do a thing was the same as to see her do it. Her playmate Miss Elizabeth was a timid little thing, and it may be that encouraged Miss Adele in her outrageousness. If it was riding the half-broken colt or walking a cliff's edge, Miss Adele would do it, half for the fun of the thing and half to hear Miss Elizabeth's frantic screams begging her to stop. But they went everywhere together, and for all her frights and shocks, Miss Elizabeth couldn't bear to be left at home.

"When they were just about old enough to be thought young ladies, folks warned them to stay safe at home at night, and that right away fired Miss Adele's ambition. She swore she'd be the first to walk into the goblin caves right through their own front door. She'd catch a goblin with her own bare hands or perish in the attempt. And so, evening after evening of those pretty summer days, she was ranging about the woodlands and fields in the twilight, calling for those goblins to come out and show themselves.

"Then came the night the old folks had been waiting on. Miss Elizabeth came running into the house, screaming and crying, and Miss Adele was nowhere to be seen. It seems Miss Adele had been marching up a wooded path with a stick in her hand, whacking at the tree trunks and calling on the goblins, when all of a sudden a whole crowd of creatures leapt from the shadows around her. Then a tall man in a black cloak and hood stepped to her side. He lifted her up in his arms, and the whole crowd melted into the shadows and was gone, with only the sounds of Miss Adele's screams left behind them to show where they had been.

"Old Roberts stood up looking pale as death, and he called for his master of hounds. The two of them went off with lanterns and
the pack on a leash. And when they returned without her in the wee hours of the night, old Roberts called the staff together, and he bade them all good-bye. 'My daughter is dead,' he told them, 'and don't think you'll see her again.' Then he took Miss Elizabeth into the carriage with him, and two good strong lads for protection, and they rolled off into the night. And that was the last Hallow Hill ever saw of the old master or his daughter."

"Then it's true!" cried Kate in horror. "Adele did become the King's Wife!" The entire group turned toward her, stunned. "The goblin King's Wife," she hurriedly explained. "Adele had to marry the goblin King, and that creature is her son. He wasn't lying to us after all, Em."

Her dinnertime companions couldn't have looked more astounded. Even Emily gave her sister a baffled look. Hugh Roberts took off his spectacles and polished them with his napkin.

"What on earth are you talking about, Miss Winslow?" he demanded.

"I'm talking about terrible danger," insisted Kate urgently. "Please, you have to send me away from here! They got Adele," she said with a shudder, "and who knows how long she survived down there, but they're not going to get me."

"You think goblins are trying to get you?" asked her guardian in surprise.

"I know he is," answered Kate firmly. "He told me so." Hugh Roberts put his spectacles back on and stared at her over them. Then he turned to her sister.

"Miss Emily, you went on that adventure, too. Do you know anything about this?" His younger charge shrugged and shook her head.

"Of course she doesn't," said Kate. "He told me last night. He said his first wife died childless, and I'm ideal. But they can't see in the daytime," she added, planning rapidly. "If I leave now, maybe I
can travel beyond their reach by nightfall." She began calculating how long it would take to pack and what she would need to bring. The others at the table exchanged apprehensive glances, their meal quite forgotten.

"Prim? Celia? Nighttime callers?" demanded Hugh. They looked at him and sorrowfully shook their heads. "Miss Emily?"

"She had a nightmare," whispered Emily. "She was talking in her sleep. I heard her."

"No one else saw him," declared Kate impatiently. Really, they were wasting her time.

"How convenient," murmured her guardian dryly.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" exclaimed Kate. "I know it seems impossible, but you just have to believe me. Adele's your own relation, after all. Haven't you learned anything from her story?"

"Miss Winslow," remarked Hugh Roberts distantly, "we don't concern ourselves with old gossip. We live in the nineteenth century now. Not even Mrs. Bigelow really believes her goblin tales."

Kate glanced, surprised, at the housekeeper, who was watching her anxiously. The pleasant woman gave an embarrassed shrug and looked away. Kate paused, deeply frustrated, and looked around the table at the others. They all looked as if they wished they were somewhere else. She took a deep breath and tried again.

"I understand your doubts," she said reasonably. "I can see why you thought we invented our walk home the other night. There are parallels to Adele's story, of course. It would be easy to think that we had heard it and decided to make up our own, but I promise you that we didn't. I would be happy to show you proof if only I had it. But please believe me," she insisted as calmly as she could. "I'm in terrible danger. I'm not lying to you."

Her guardian rose and began to pace the room slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. He turned to look at her several times. Kate looked back as sincerely as she knew how.

"I do believe you," he remarked finally. "I can see that you're not lying."

Kate let her breath out in relief. "Then you know I'm in danger," she concluded. "You'll send me away."

"No, Miss Winslow," countered Hugh Roberts. "I do not know that you're in danger, but I do know that you're sincere in your delusions. It's obvious that your nerves have given way and left you in a frantic state. You've made some sort of break with reality."

Kate rose to her feet, astounded. "Are you saying that I've gone mad?" she demanded.

Her guardian looked dismayed. "There's no need to use so harsh a term," he protested. "But we felt even before this strange outburst that your nerves were showing severe strain. You must admit, Miss Winslow, that you've given us cause for concern."

Kate stared at each of them one by one. Mrs. Bigelow, fiddling anxiously with her fork and knife. Aunt Celia, face hidden behind her handkerchief. Aunt Prim, staring at the pattern on the platter with the most intense concentration. Emily, pushing a few stray peas around and around with her fork. Kate looked back up to meet her guardian's pale-eyed stare.

"You've certainly given me cause for concern, too," she remarked bitterly. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

 

* * *
After a half hour of frantic searching, Emily caught up with Kate. Her sister was lying in the middle of the tree circle, staring at the white clouds overhead. She sat up as Emily approached and began gathering the small lilies that grew within her reach.

"Oh, Kate, I'm so sorry," Emily wailed miserably. "I do believe you! I do! You're not really mad, are you?" she quavered. "I mean, I understand if you want to be ..."

"Don't be a complete goose, Em," said Kate disgustedly. "The rest of them are bad enough." She told her sister about the events of the previous night. Emily hugged her knees and listened carefully, not saying a single word.

"Oh, Kate," she breathed when her sister was finished. "Your very first proposal." Kate stared unbelievingly at the round, solemn eyes and flopped onto her back, laughing loudly. When she recovered, she attacked her little sister and tickled her unmercifully.

"How dare you," she choked, "call that travesty a proposal! I simply can't believe it! What an idiotic thing to say!"

"Well," her sister sheepishly amended, brushing grass off her dress, "it was sort of like a proposal, anyway. Do you think he loves you?" she added, wide-eyed again.

"Please," groaned Kate, lying back to look up at the clouds. "He's not even human! He's a grotesque monster! Weren't you paying attention?"

"But he's royalty! And he can do magic," her sister pointed out excitedly. "Think how handy if you can't light your candle in the dark."

"And that's exactly where I would be--in the dark." They both sobered up, thinking about Mrs. Bigelow's tale of the dank caves under the Hill. Kate shivered. "Imagine!" she said. "Poor Adele, shut up in a hole like that. I'd never survive it, Em. I'd die, I just know I would." Emily took her hand and squeezed it affectionately.

"I'm sorry," she said sympathetically. "It does sound terrible. But I'll help. What do we do?"

"I don't know," Kate replied gloomily. "I've been trying to think of a plan. I know good and well that they won't let me near the horses, and if I try to take the dogcart, they really will think I'm crazy. We'll just have to find some way to convince Mr. Roberts and the aunts that the goblin is real."

"I don't know why they don't believe you," commented Emily. "It makes perfect sense to me."

"We live in the nineteenth century now," Kate mimicked her guardian in a lofty tone. Then she giggled.

"If he knows that, why's he still wearing a wig?" demanded Emily. "I wonder if he's completely bald without it."

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