what lingers in my memory is my single-minded determination to get Fabrissa to safety. I unhooked the latch and pushed at the door with the flat of my hands until there was a gap wide enough for us to slip through. We ducked under the low lintel and down into the darkness we went.
The steps were shallow, worn away at the centre, and I held her hand even tighter to prevent her from slipping. In the hall above, I could hear women screaming and men shouting instructions and children crying. The sound of wood splintering and the clatter of metal on metal. Then the door thudded shut at our backs and we were plunged into silence.
I hurtled forward, but was forced to slow down. I couldn’t get the dimensions of the tunnel fixed in my mind. The air was dry at least, not damp, with a smell that reminded me of cathedrals and catacombs, of all those hidden places lying forgotten across the long and dusty years. A cobweb draped itself across my face, my mouth and eyes. I spat the filigree threads away, though the sensation lingered.
‘Shall I go ahead of you?’ Her voice was soft in the dark. ‘I have been this way before.’
I squeezed her hand to let her know I was fine with things as they were, and felt her return the pressure. I smiled.
‘Where does the tunnel come out?’
‘On the hillside to the west of the village. It is not far.’
The Yellow Cross
We stumbled along in the dark. After our initial descent, the tunnel quickly flattened out for a while, before beginning slowly to climb again. My breath came in ragged bursts and sweat gathered on my temples and cheeks, making my cut sting.
I concentrated on keeping my footing. I could see nothing at all. The roof of the tunnel seemed sometimes to skim my head, and the walls were close enough to touch, but I had no sense of where we were. Fabrissa, though, seemed unchanged. She appeared to be neither tired nor breathless in our claustrophobic surroundings.
So we pressed on, on through the subterranean world, until the atmosphere began to alter. The path grew steeper still, and I felt a whisper of fresh air on my face.
The ground suddenly veered precipitously upwards. The perspective ahead of us slipped from black to grey. Pinpricks of moonlight gleamed around what looked like a door blocking the end of the tunnel.
I sighed with relief.
‘There is a brass ring,’ said Fabrissa. ‘It opens inwards.’
I ran my fingers over the surface of the wood, like a blind man, until I found it. The handle was cold and stiff. I grasped it with both hands and pulled. It didn’t shift. I braced my feet apart, and tried again. This time, I felt the door straining at the hinges, though it still didn’t budge.
‘Could it be barred from the outside?’
‘I do not think so. It is probably because this particular escape route has not been used for a very long time.’
There wasn’t time to wonder what she meant. I just kept at it, pulling steadily, then following it up with a series of sharp jerks, until finally there was a dull crack and the wood around the hinges splintered.
‘Nearly,’ I said, pushing my fingers in the gap between the door and the frame.
Fabrissa put her hands below mine and together we tugged and wrenched until, suddenly, we were outside in the chill night air. Behind us, the door hung loose on its hinges, reminding me of the entrance to an old copper mine George and I had discovered one wet August holiday in Cornwall. He, of course, had wanted to go in, but I’d been too scared.
Different times, different places.
I turned to Fabrissa, standing so still in the flat, white moonlight.
‘We did it,’ I panted, trying to catch my breath.
‘Yes,’ she said softly. ‘Yes, we did.’
We were standing out on a bare patch of ground about halfway up the hillside, to the east of the village. The opposite side of the valley, I realised, from the direction in which I had approached Nulle the previous afternoon. I felt light-headed, intoxicated by the night air, by what we had achieved, by her company.
Then I felt a stab of guilt I could not ignore.
‘I must go back. I have to do something. Help. People could be seriously hurt.’
She sighed. ‘It is over now.’
‘We can’t be certain of that.’
‘All is quiet,’ she said. ‘Listen. Look.’ She pointed down at the village. ‘All is