The Burning Man

1

‘Please help me. I don’t want to be left on my own.’ The little girl’s voice echoed across the lonely expanse of Battersea Park, but it was Caitlin who spoke, hugging her knees on the steps of the Eastern-styled Peace Pagoda.

‘What the hell’s wrong with her?’ Mallory had spent five minutes trying to quiet her, and had now diverted his energies to keeping watch across the park. His irritation was fuelled by mounting anxiety that the Enemy would be on them if they waited there much longer. A major disturbance was already taking place across the river in the West End, and though much of it was hidden by churning clouds and the constant wail of police and ambulance sirens, he feared the worst.

Sophie slipped an arm around Caitlin’s shoulders. ‘What’s wrong?’ she whispered.

‘I’m scared.’ Caitlin shivered into the crook of Sophie’s arm. ‘It’s too dark here.’

Sophie listened thoughtfully to the tone of the little-girl voice, then asked, ‘What’s your name?’

‘Why, it’s Amy, thank you for asking.’

‘Not Caitlin?’

‘Oh, she’s in here with Brigid and Briony. But I’m Amy.’ Caitlin looked up at Sophie with a bright, innocent face. ‘Will you look after me?’

‘Of course I will. I’ll be back in a minute.’ Sophie pulled free from Caitlin’s clinging embrace and joined Mallory.

‘So? What’s up with her?’ he asked, tense.

‘I think she’s got some kind of mental illness. Multiple personality from the sound of it.’

‘Why am I not surprised?’ A flare illuminated the depths of Mallory’s mind, gone in an instant. ‘The Broken Woman,’ he said dreamily.

‘What?’

He shook his head. ‘Sorry. Don’t know where that came from. They call it Dissociative Disorder now,’ he said, glancing at Caitlin who was rocking backwards and forwards, humming to herself.

‘Stress-induced, yeah?’

‘If she’s going to start flipping personalities every few minutes, it’s going to make things much more complicated for us.’

‘We can’t leave her behind.’

‘I guess not.’

Sophie fixed a cold eye on Mallory.

‘Just a passing thought.’ He turned away, uncomfortable with any hint of reproof from her. ‘So now what? I don’t know anything about ancient sites and all that shite our self-appointed leader was banging on about. There’s what … Avebury?’

‘Stonehenge.’

‘Too close to Salisbury.’

‘What’s wrong with Salisbury?’ Sophie asked.

‘I don’t like the place. It’s a prejudice. Unfounded, but it’s there.’

‘You’re very irrational.’

‘Yeah, but I’ve got a bad side, too.’

‘Then it’s Avebury.’

‘No. It is too obvious.’ The unfamiliar voice startled them.

His heart thundering, Mallory searched the dense shadows along the tree-line. Finally he identified the figure, standing so still it could have been a statue.

‘Who are you?’ Mallory weighed whether to escape or attack.

‘It’s okay.’ Caitlin was at his side, one steadying hand on his arm. ‘Brigid says, don’t worry.’

‘Fine. I always take advice from imaginary friends.’

The figure stepped into the glow of the lights running along the riverside path. It was a man in a smart 1940s-style suit. He wore a hat and kept his head slightly bowed so Mallory couldn’t see his face. His hands were his most prominent feature, which were parchment white. As he slowly and theatrically raised his head, the light caught a mask: one half was the laughing face of comedy, the other the downturned features of tragedy.

‘I’ll ask one more time: who are you?’ Mallory said.

‘I have gone by many names in my long and wonderful life,’ the new arrival said with a flourish. ‘Max Masque, the Darling of the Music Hall. Jester. Tumbler. Juggler. Sage. But you may call me Jerzy, the Mocker.’

Mallory sensed no danger, but he wasn’t in a mood to take anything at face value. Sophie was just as cautious, but Caitlin hugged the Mocker warmly. He appeared genuinely touched by her welcome, and tentatively returned her embrace.

‘We must not tarry,’ he said in hushed tones. He glanced around nervously.

‘Of course we’ll let you come with us,’ Mallory said sarcastically.

‘I have been sent to accompany you to the point of transition, and to give you whatever guidance I can.’

‘Who sent you?’ Sophie tried to read the eyes flickering behind the mask.

The Mocker shifted uncomfortably. ‘These Fixed Lands are still a place of wildness. Not everything follows the rules of the Void … or the rules of Existence. And there are forces at play that would take great comfort in seeing you succeed in your quest.’

‘Please, hurry,’ Caitlin implored. ‘Brigid says the spiders are drawing nearer. They’re determined to stop us crossing over.’

Mallory looked to Sophie who nodded her agreement. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘Let’s get this ship of fools on its way. Where do you suggest we go?’

‘We are humble pilgrims on a journey of enlightenment,’ Jerzy said with a deep bow. ‘And so we must to Canterbury.’