The Eighth Court (The Courts of the Feyr - By Mike Shevdon Page 0,6

felt the power rise beneath me. In a moment I was whirled away across the deepest night.

The advantage of using the Ways is that you can cross a great distance in no time at all. The disadvantage is that they don’t always end up where you want to go. While Alex and I were soon in the suburbs of London, we still had to walk to our destination.

“How much further is it?” Alex asked me. “These shoes aren’t meant for walking.”

“Aren’t they?” I asked her. “I thought you’d just, you know…?”

“What?” she said.

“I thought it was just glamour – all the clothes and make-up?”

“It’s real,” she said. “Which is why I’m going to have blisters.”

“I could give you a piggy-back,” I told her.

“We are not doing piggy-backs, not when I’ve gone to all the trouble to look nice for Mum. Have you any idea how much this skirt will crease?”

“No one has to know. You can hide it all if you want to.”

“Mum will know.”

“How?”

“How the hell do I know? She just will, that’s all. It can’t be that far, surely?”

“If we cut through here, it’ll be quicker,” I said, heading for a grassy pathway between some houses.

“Dad!”

“What?” I said, threading my way past the brambles that overhung the path. She stood at the entrance to the pathway, her hands on her hips in exactly the pose that her mother used when she was exasperated with me. “What?” I repeated.

“You’re not expecting me to go through there in a skirt and these shoes, are you?”

I glanced down the path. It was rather muddy in the middle and a self-seeded elderberry had taken most of the width of the path about halfway along.

“OK, maybe not,” I agreed, returning to her. “I was just trying to save your feet.”

“Next time,” she said, “We’ll ask one of the drivers to bring us down.” It made her sound just like her mother.

When we reached the avenue where Katherine and I had once made our home together, I deepened the glamour around us. Given the changes in her these past few months, I thought it unlikely that Alex would be recognised as the girl who’d been killed in a tragic accident, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. I rang the bell and there was a long pause.

“Maybe she’s gone out,” said Alex. “Maybe they were called away to attend to a sick friend. Maybe…”

A shadow grew through the translucent glass and I recognised Katherine’s outline. She unlocked the door and opened it, standing back to let us in, and then stopped. I watched her look from me to Alex, and then back to me.

“Hi Mum,” said Alex.

“Alex? I thought, that is… come in, both of you.”

In preparation for this moment, I had spent time with Katherine, briefing her, explaining a little about the gifts that Alex had inherited from me and what that might mean. She had greeted the whole thing with scepticism and had been adamant that it made no difference. Alex was still her daughter, nothing had changed. But now that her daughter was there in front of her, I could see that wasn’t true. Lots of things had changed. She pushed the door closed behind her, turning her back on it and assessing us both.

“I was just… I need to finish getting your room ready.” The lie was apparent to both Alex and me. I’d warned Katherine that Alex would be able to tell if she was untruthful, but it clearly hadn’t sunk in.

“What’s wrong with my room?” said Alex.

“Nothing, darling. It’s just–”

Alex turned and bounded up the stairs, despite the sore feet and impractical shoes.

“Not yet!” said Katherine. “It isn’t… ready.” It was too late. Alex was upstairs before either of us could react.

“I was trying to… you might as well come up and see for yourself.”

She led the way upstairs to the room at the back of the house that had been Alex’s until the accident. I knew Katherine’d had it redecorated and fitted out as an office for Barry. I hadn’t expected what she’d done with it since discovering that her daughter wasn’t dead.

Alex was standing in the room turning round slowly, taking it all in. Katherine watched her. From the doorway I could see the boy-band posters on the walls, the way the light from the new pastel-blue curtains caught on the sparkly headband on the mirrored dressing table. I could see the new bed with the matching duvet cover. She had gone to a great deal