Humpty's bones

4. Monday Night: 10.00

‘Eden, how’s the head now?’

‘Curtis! Just a minute. I’m getting changed.’

‘Sorry. I should have knocked.’

Eden slipped a nightdress over herself. It was a short one so she picked up a towel from the bed. She folded it over her arm as if about to visit the bathroom. At least the way it hung down covered the bareness of her thighs.

‘My head’s fine. Come in, if you want.’

‘I’m here too, Eden.’ Her aunt stepped through the bedroom door with her husband remaining in the doorway.

‘Are you sure I can’t get you anything for your head? That was quite a bang, you know?’

‘An early night will be the best thing for me. It’s been a long day.’

‘I expect so.’ Curtis nodded. ‘You’re probably still in shock over that lunatic burning your kitchen. It can’t be any fun being made homeless.’

‘It isn’t.’ Oh no, Eden though. Here we go again. The third degree. Silly Eden Page falling for a fire-starter. ‘I still feel washed out.’

‘Surely the police checked for fingerprints and DNA evidence? They say — ’

‘Curtis,’ Heather interrupted. ‘Pour the wine. I’ll be down in a minute.’

He gave a little shrug as if to say, Suit yourself. I was only being helpful. A moment later Eden heard the sound of his footsteps heading downstairs.

‘Eden. You will tell me if you need anything, won’t you? Remember, if you want a drink at any time help yourself. Or anything to eat. Don’t feel as if you have to ask. We’re going to look after you while you’re here. You can trust us. Okay?’

‘Okay.’

‘There’s the television. The clock radio is on the washstand. Your bathroom is across the corridor. But for heaven’s sake remember to duck your bloody head.’ She smiled. ‘You know, this is my favourite room. It used to be mine when I was a girl. Do you remember when you stayed here? You used to sleep on the sofa in the room my mother called the snug.’

‘Things went bump in the night.’ Eden smiled, too. ‘I thought there were ghosts.’

‘Dodgy plumbing, more like. When I inherited… ooh, eighteen months ago… I had the whole lot ripped out. And those old iron baths, too, that used to freeze your backside in winter.’ Heather folded her arms as she casually walked across the room to the window. ‘All this is antique furniture. The bed’s over a hundred years old but it’s all very comfortable. Did your mother feel cheated, because she didn’t inherit a share in the house?’

‘Pardon?’

‘After all, we’re sisters. Same mother, if different father. Not that it matters of course. It doesn’t matter one little bit. But your grandmother wanted this house to come to me.’

‘Mother’s never complained.’

‘No, she wouldn’t. Daisy — your mother — is a free spirit. Just like you.’ Heather studied Eden’s face. ‘Worldly possessions were never her priority. She was happy in a tent in Glastonbury, living on farm cider and copious love.’ Heather must have expected Eden to respond to that rather judgmental statement. When Eden said nothing, however, Heather continued briskly, ‘Even though the house was left solely to me I wasn’t comfortable about being singled out for preferential treatment by our mother.’

‘All Mum did say to me was that she wouldn’t contest the will.’

‘Even so… ’ She pulled aside the curtain. Outside was perfectly black. ‘See? We don’t even have streetlights here. Maybe there should be one at the bend in the road. Now that bend is rare. The Romans never permitted themselves bends in their roads if they could help it. When they built this road eighteen hundred years ago it ran straight as a laser for ten miles across country. It turns a sharp right at the house, then it turns left to pick up the straight line. That always bothered me.’

‘Maybe there was something built here?’

‘It would have to be important — very important. Roman highway engineers swept all before them — forests, houses, whole villages if necessary. For them the straight line was divinity itself. At least when it came to roads.’

‘Then whatever was built here, on the site of the house, must have mattered to them a lot.’ Eden suspected this sudden talk of the road had been to change the subject. But her aunt must have been nagged by the notion of unfinished business.

‘The Via Britannicus was one of the most important roads in Romano Britain.’ She nodded to her left. ‘That way, York.’ Then right. ‘That way… Rome. Heart of Empire. Favoured city of the gods.’ She let the curtain slip back to keep the night at bay. ‘I don’t know if your mother told you, but when I inherited this place I sent her a cheque. I didn’t have to.’

‘That’s entirely her business.’

‘In any case, it will have bought a lot of cider and exciting times at music festivals.’

‘She won’t have wasted the money.’

‘I don’t suppose she thought she was wasting it. Daisy’s happy-go-lucky. She will be until the day she dies.’

‘Heather. I’m very tired.’

She took the hint. ‘We tend to rise early, but you get up when you want. Don’t think there are any pressures on you here. We’ll keep you safe.’