‘You hear the whispering right inside your head. Some folks have been driven mad, forcing sharp sticks into their ears to make themselves deaf, but that doesn’t help – the whispering still goes on. Over the course of a few days the creature sucks out the whole of your life force. It stores the animas of its victims in an underground labyrinth.’
‘You mean a labyrinth like the one behind the silver gate under Priestown Cathedral?’
‘No, lad, this is very different. The Bane was bound there, and that labyrinth had been dug out by the Little People and lined with cobbles. A buggane digs its own labyrinth, which weaves in and out between the roots of trees. It controls the trees and makes their roots move – sometimes with devastating effects for those who are close by. The first time I attempted to deal with the Bane, as a young man, I tied a ball of twine to the silver gate. I unravelled it as I explored the tunnels and followed it back again. But you couldn’t do this here: those buggane tunnels shift and change, sometimes overnight. They can also collapse, suffocating any who venture inside. There’s one record of a buggane being slain by a spook far to the south of the County. About three months after the daemon died, its tunnels collapsed, causing subsidence over the whole area.
‘A buggane should never be confronted in its tunnel system,’ continued the Spook, ‘so going underground is the very last thing we should be thinking about! It won’t show its face in the daytime, but just venturing near the chapel after dark should be enough to tempt it out into the open. So that’s what I intend to do …’
I slept well that night before being woken a couple of hours before dawn to take my turn on watch. I thought the dogs would be sufficient to keep guard, but the Spook was taking no chances. He said that shamans had a special power over animals and, no matter how well trained they were, could force them to do his bidding.
At last the sun came up through the trees to the east and soon the birds were singing, the wood slowly coming to life around us.
There was no sense of danger at all. It was hard to believe that, just a mile or so to the north, we would enter the domain of the buggane. We had a late breakfast – some mushrooms, again supplied by Alice. It was too risky to buy food in a tavern; neither the Spook nor I ate much anyway. We were about to begin a fast, our preparation for facing the dark.
Later, the four of us set off for the chapel. Captain Baines was to stay behind with the dogs.
‘Stealth is the key to success here,’ my master told him, ‘and I don’t want those animals anywhere near the ruin in case a shaman is involved. However, I’m reasonably confident that the buggane poses no threat during the hours of daylight. We’re just going to observe for now, so that we’re better prepared once night falls.’
By the time we arrived, rain clouds were billowing in from the west and the chapel looked forbidding in the grey light. It stood on a hillside, surrounded on three sides by a wood that extended down the slope. All the walls were standing, but there was no roof. The door had been removed from its hinges so we went inside and stared up at the ancient stone walls, which were patterned with moss and lichens.
‘Some believe that a buggane haunts a ruined chapel to prevent it being rebuilt,’ said the Spook, ‘although there’s no evidence for that. However, many creatures of the dark shun places where people gather to pray. Some boggarts move the foundations of churches as they’re being built – they can’t bear the sound of prayers. But what concerns me here is the extent of its territory. How far does it roam?’
‘There’s the keep!’ I said to Alice, pointing towards the grey tower just visible above a distant wood. Behind it loomed the forbidding Greeba Mountain.
She stared at it but said nothing.
‘That it is,’ Simon said mournfully. ‘The dungeons where they keep the victims for the buggane are on this side, just to the south of the moat …’
‘If the buggane’s territory extends that far in every direction, it’s got itself a sizeable domain,’ observed the Spook. ‘Let’s take a walk in that direction so we better know the lie of the land.’
He led the way south from the chapel ruins. We began to descend the hill, going deeper into the woods, the murmur of running water increasing in volume with every step we took. The ground was saturated and our boots made squelching sounds as we walked.
‘That should be the Greeba River down there in the valley,’ the Spook said, coming to a halt. ‘We’ve gone far enough. This is dangerous terrain – not a place we’ll risk entering after dark. If the buggane does take a different form, it’s likely to be one suited to this boggy environment.’
‘Could it take the shape of a worme?’ I asked. Wormes were really scary. When I was working with Bill Arkwright, we had to hunt down one that had killed a child. It had dragged the boy from his bed and eaten him. All that was left was a few blood-spattered pieces of nightshirt.
‘It’s possible, lad – but let’s hope not. Wormes are dangerous creatures – sometimes as big as a carthorse. They love marsh and water. This place would suit one all right.’ The Spook turned to Simon. ‘Their bodies are covered with scales that are very difficult to penetrate with a blade. Moreover, they have powerful jaws and a mouthful of sharp teeth, and when on land they spit a deadly poison that’s absorbed through the victim’s skin. What results is a very unpleasant death indeed …’
I remembered the worme we’d finally cornered. It had spat at Bill, but luckily the venom had landed on his boots. I looked down through the trees and thick vegetation. It was so dense I couldn’t even see the river. Alice and I looked at each other, both thinking the same thing. This place gave us a bad feeling.
We returned to the copse, where Captain Baines was waiting with the dogs. Soon after dark we prepared to set off back to the chapel. It had been raining heavily, but now the moon flickered fitfully through tattered clouds, driven across the sky by a blustering westerly wind.
‘Well, lad, let’s get it over with,’ said the Spook, handing me his bag.
The captain and Simon Sulby were to remain behind with the dogs. I suppose the Spook expected Alice to do the same because he first looked surprised, then frowned as she started to follow us.
‘Stay where you are, girl,’ he said. ‘This is spook’s business.’