Kate stirred. She was lying on the floor, on her side. She must have managed to fall asleep. She was stiff. Her hip was digging into the packed earth. It was hot already, and there was a burning strip of light coming through the shutters. It took her a moment to understand what she was hearing.
Someone sauntering along the lane outside, with a cheerful, confident, light stride. Whistling.
Kate scrambled heavily to her feet. With the baby inside her kicking and punching, full of energy and raunch, keen to be out and breathing God's air, and with her own heart pounding like the millstream paddles in the spring melt, she rushed to the doorway.
There'd been nearly sixty people living in Great Henney just the other day. They'd all gone. Or that's how it seemed. She'd heard no other footsteps for at least a day, sniffed no smoke on the air, no cooking of broth or eggs last evening. She'd thought she was alone, with just the panicky lowing of lost cows, and the anxious clip of dogs' paws, and the stink. So who could be striding about like that now, whistling the kind of jaunty dance tune you could kick your heels up to?
It was only when she was almost out in the daylight that she stopped. It was too easy to hope. She shouldn't be rash. This person might mean danger.
She dropped to her knees, below a passer-by's eye level, and peered cautiously through leaves and branches. She felt as wild and scared down there as a woodland beast. It was only the hope she couldn't quite suppress that seemed human.
Kate could see brightness in the hedgerow. The midsummer flowers were still glowingly alive, the birds singing, the insects buzzing. There were stripes of corn still yellowing in the field, greener stripes of rye and barley, and the fronds of beans.
But as soon as she was close enough to the doorway to see all the things that seemed so normal, she was also close enough to get a noseful of the stink. It seemed worse every time, but what could you expect? It was a hot day. Not that she could actually see any human bodies from here. But they must be there. What she could see were the corpses of the sheep on the common in front of the field. All dead, hundreds of them. They'd started dropping at the same time as the people. There were flies rising drunkenly in the grass, clouds of flies, buzzing from one still mound to the next.
She and Dad had buried Tom three days ago, and Mum, before Dad went off on the penitents' procession. An hour, he said. But he didn't come back. And the baby would come any day now. Maybe tonight.
But now, in bright daylight, there was this woman, a stranger, who didn't seem to have a care in the world, coming up the lane towards her. Despite herself, despite the possible danger, Kate craned forward.
The stranger was a sharp-faced, tall thing, with pale freckly skin, and ginger hair peeping out under her kerchief, and skinny limbs. She was maybe thirty. The woman didn't bother to pretend she couldn't see Kate staring at her. She just stared back down with frank interest, then nodded, and said, quite matter-of-factly, quite cheerfully, 'That baby's not already started coming, has it?'
The words were so normal that Kate suddenly felt ashamed to be down on her knees, like a wild beast.
Blushing furiously, she shook her head and started to raise herself from the floor, grateful for the warm splintery ordinariness of the door frame under her hands, hot with relief that she wasn't alone any more.
'Backache,' the woman said, still assessing her with that not unfriendly look. 'Terrible, that can be, when you're as far gone as you are. Gah. Tell me about it.' She sniffed and stuck out a hand; she took Kate's arm and hauled the girl the last few inches till they were both standing, not too close, one on each side of the threshold. 'Still,' the woman went on. 'One thing.' She eyed Kate's bump, and Kate thought there was something almost hungry in her look. 'It's not all just dying, whatever they might say. God destroying the race of Adam, my arse. Here's one bit of new life coming in, anyway. So. Not all bad, is it?'
Tremulously, Kate laughed. The woman nodded approvingly. She took a step forward and patted the bump. 'On your own out here,