Alice-Miranda Takes the Lead (8 page)

Sloane's knees stopped trembling for the first time since she was unceremoniously dumped by Stumps in yet another pile of manure. Her face, as pale as parchment, was beginning to regain some colour as she sat on a straw bale, moaning softly to herself.

‘Are you feeling any better?' Susannah asked, patting Sloane on the shoulder.

‘Don't touch me!' Sloane spat. ‘My legs hurt, my backside hurts and I think I might die.'

‘Well, Miss Sloane, I did try to warn you not to
mention the “h” word,' said Wally Whitstable as he handed her a cup of hot cocoa.

‘How was I to know what you meant?' Sloane sniffed.

Millie spun around to face her. ‘Well, if you're half the rider you say you are, you'd know exactly what that meant.'

‘At my riding school, we don't know about that because our horses aren't ill-tempered enough to do what that little brute did.' Sloane slurped her drink and cast a death stare towards Stumps's stable.

Millie glanced at her watch. ‘Alice-Miranda should be here by now. I thought she was right behind you, Susannah.'

Susannah frowned. ‘I thought she was too, but then, do you remember that fork in the road? I wonder if she might have gone the other way.'

‘She wouldn't have done it on purpose,' said Millie. She was starting to worry. Although she knew Alice-Miranda to be a very capable rider, she was also aware that Bonaparte could be a little monster. ‘Wally, do you think I should go and look for her?'

‘Let's give her a few more minutes,' he replied.

Charlie appeared at the stable door. ‘Let's give who a few more minutes?' he asked.

‘Alice-Miranda,' Millie said. ‘We rode out to Gertrude's Grove this morning but on the way back Sloane said the “h” word and Stumps bolted. We were all chasing after her but then Alice-Miranda disappeared. She should have been back by now.'

‘Yes, she said that she would ride back with me the whole way, the little liar.' Sloane pouted.

‘Oh, do be quiet, Sloane. Just because you're the most pathetic rider I've ever seen! Consider yourself lucky not to be in hospital.' Millie stood with her hands on her hips.

‘Now, now, Miss Millie, that's not like you,' Charlie chastised. ‘Don't worry about the little one. We'll give her another ten minutes and then we can take the Land Rover out and have a look. You know she's smart. Bonaparte's probably thrown a shoe and she's walking him back so he doesn't go lame.'

‘Yes, that's probably it,' Millie nodded, glad that Charlie had thought of such a sensible explanation. But Millie had a niggling feeling about Alice-Miranda being out there in the woods on her own. Even though it was still only mid-afternoon, the sooner Alice-Miranda was back home safely the better, as far as Millie was concerned.

Alice-Miranda called out three times before she decided she'd have to venture further inside Caledonia Manor in order to find its occupants.

She exited the kitchen through a door which led to a long passageway. At the end, the ceiling opened up double height to a stately entrance hall dominated by an elegant carved staircase. It was truly a magnificent piece of craftsmanship, rising in one broad flight before splaying left and right to an enormous gallery landing above. Most of the
furniture in the hall was hidden under yellowed sheets, while a thick lashing of dust covered the flagstone floor. Alice-Miranda noticed that the only footsteps unsettling the grime were her own, so she decided that whoever lived in the house did not use that route to get to the second floor. She returned to the kitchen, thinking she might find a set of backstairs like the ones at home.

Alice-Miranda tried another door off to the left. She turned the handle and was surprised to find it locked.

‘Hello?' she called. ‘Is anyone in there? I need some help, please. You see, I'm lost and I don't know how to find my way back to school.'

There was no reply.

She tried another door opposite. The handle turned. Alice-Miranda opened it to find that the passage led to a smaller hallway with a much plainer staircase.

‘Helloooo, is anyone up here?' she called as she climbed, every step creaking more noisily than the one before. At the top of the stairs, Alice-Miranda could see that she was at the far end of the landing she had spied from the front hall. She was about to explore further when there was a loud crash downstairs.
Alice-Miranda ran as quickly as she could down the backstairs and into the kitchen, where she glimpsed a flash of black scurrying through the door which had previously been locked.

‘Stop!' she called. ‘Please, come out. I'm lost and I'd really like to talk to you.' She heard the door click shut. And then she saw it: a large brass key in the door lock.

Alice-Miranda knocked on the door and then turned the tarnished brass handle. She wasn't sure what to expect, but had in her mind something like the side sitting room at home with its comfortable couches and television in the corner. This room, however, bore no resemblance.

It was a large space with a threadbare maroon-velvet chaise longue, just the right size for a child. There was also an impressive cedar bookcase which took up the entire length of the wall opposite the windows. A miniature pair of wingback chairs faced the garden and, in between them, on a low inlaid table, a tiny children's tea set in delicate blue-and-white china was laid out perfectly as if guests were expected. Underneath one of the windows stood a huge Victorian doll's house and a white rocking horse. A wicker pram full of porcelain dolls completed the picture. Alice-Miranda noticed
at once that, unlike the front hallway, there was not a skerrick of dust on the furniture and she could see her reflection in the gleaming timber floor.

‘I know someone's here. I'd really like to meet you,' Alice-Miranda called as she walked around the room. She reached into the pram and examined one of the china dolls. Its brilliant blue eyes opened and closed slowly when Alice-Miranda picked her up. ‘I need to talk to you. I'm lost and I have to find my way back to school!'

Alice-Miranda was sure she had seen with her own eyes the same figure dressed in black she'd spied earlier in the garden disappear into this room. Trouble was, there didn't seem to be any other doors and there was certainly no one inside.

She checked behind the chairs and near the doll's house. The bookcase laden with hundreds of stories beckoned and Alice-Miranda read the titles on the leather-bound spines.
Treasure Island
and
Alice in Wonderland
stood alongside
Moby Dick
and
Great Expectations
and hundreds of other classics. Alice-Miranda walked along the length of glassed-in shelves before coming to an open section.

Reaching up to take a closer look, she put her hand on the slim volume of
Ali Baba and the Forty
Thieves
and realised immediately that it wasn't a real book at all. It was made of wood, as was every other one beside it. Alice-Miranda knew that could mean only one thing.

She pushed and prodded every title along the line. It was only when she reached
Pride and Prejudice
, second from the last, that there was a loud click and the wall pivoted. It revealed a small windowless room containing a narrow single bed, dressing table and small sofa. A giant wardrobe stood against the far wall. Alice-Miranda could make out the sound of gentle weeping coming from inside.

‘Please come out,' Alice-Miranda soothed. ‘I really do need your help.' She approached the wardrobe and turned the handle. As Alice-Miranda opened the door, there was a jagged scream and a tall figure within cowered, shielding its face.

‘Please, don't be afraid,' Alice-Miranda begged.

She stepped back to allow whoever was inside the cupboard to come out. It was clearly an elderly woman, dressed in black from head to toe. Her blouse, long skirt, tights and shoes – all black – gave her the appearance of a bent stick of liquorice. Atop her head was a black velvet bowler hat with a long black veil that reached down to her waist. The
woman sniffed several times in quick sucession, then slowly stood up.

‘Hello,' Alice-Miranda said. ‘My name's Alice-Miranda Highton-Smith-Kennington-Jones and I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss …' Alice-Miranda extended her small hand.

The woman kept her head bowed and managed to stumble from the cupboard, steadying herself on Alice-Miranda's outstretched arm.

‘Do you have a name?' Alice-Miranda asked. ‘I'm so sorry if I startled you. I really just need some help. Why don't you come along with me and I'll make us both a nice cup of tea.'

And with that, Alice-Miranda hurried away to the kitchen and busied herself finding the necessary ingredients to put the pot on. She was already pouring two cups of strong black tea when finally the woman appeared in the doorway.

‘Oh, there you are.' Alice-Miranda set the cups down at the kitchen table. ‘Please sit down. You still haven't told me your name though, miss, and I'd so like to know with whom I'm about to have tea.'

The woman manoeuvred her crooked frame into one of the antique timber chairs without a sound.

‘I simply adore your house,' Alice-Miranda continued. ‘It's terribly big and very beautiful, although I see perhaps you haven't had any help in the garden for a while. It's hard to keep such a huge place in check, isn't it? My mummy has an army of help and she still spends hours each week making sure things are just so. Do you live here on your own? Because that would be impossible … to keep on top of things, I mean. I'd so love to know your name.'

Silence enveloped the house. Alice-Miranda grew aware of the ticking of a clock and glanced around the kitchen, searching for it.

‘Aren't you afraid of me?' the woman asked quietly.

‘Of course not.' Alice-Miranda smiled. ‘Why would I be? In fact, I thought you seemed rather afraid of me – which is very silly indeed.'

‘Because …' the old woman faltered. ‘I'm the one … I'm the one they call the witch.'

‘Oh really? I had wondered about that. I met lots of cats on the way up here and the girls at school told me a story a few nights ago about a witch in the woods with hundreds of cats, but I don't believe in witches. Everyone knows they're only in fairy stories – unless perhaps you really are a witch, in which case it's a
pleasure to meet you, being the first real witch I've ever met.' Alice-Miranda paused and sipped her tea. ‘Anyway, I really should tell you how I came to be here. You see, I was out riding with my best friend Millie and another friend Susannah and a new girl called Sloane and well, Sloane was riding Stumps and he's one of those ponies who you should never mention
home
to because, well, as soon as she did, he bolted and we all gave chase but my naughty little Bonaparte could smell your old vegetable patch and so they went one way and I went the other and that's how I ended up here at Caledonia Manor.' Alice-Miranda finished her one-sided conversation and took another sip of tea.

‘Oh,' the woman spoke. There was a long pause. ‘My name's Hephzibah.'

‘What a delicious name.' Alice-Miranda clapped her hands together. ‘I'm so glad we've met properly. Now we can truly be friends.'

‘Friends?' Hephzibah's voice quivered.

‘Are you all right?' Alice-Miranda asked. ‘Why don't you take your hat off and then I can see you properly?'

‘I can't,' Hephzibah wheezed. ‘I can't.'

‘Of course you can,' Alice-Miranda insisted. ‘I know it's important to wear sun protection
outside but we're inside and I'd so love to see your face.'

Hephzibah hesitated, fearing this would be a terrible mistake. But something about this child made her feel different. There was something comforting about her – something she hadn't felt since …

Hephzibah slowly lifted her veil before taking her hat off and placing it on the table beside her cup. She looked up at Alice-Miranda, her mouth drawn tightly into a thin line. With the fingers of her left hand, she gently traced the outline of her scarred face. A tear formed in her right eye and slid silently down her cheek, dropping onto her lap.

‘Oh, you have such pretty eyes.' Alice-Miranda smiled.

All at once, Hephzibah broke down into shuddering sobs. Alice-Miranda slipped from her seat, pulled the chair around beside her new friend, and immediately climbed up and placed her arm around the elderly woman's shoulder.