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did occur to me.’ Merrily cupped both hands around her cigarette; she wasn’t sure if they allowed smoking in here. ‘Of course it did. It’s still occurring to me. Not your let’s-stamp-out-the-New-Age stuff, because I can’t quite believe that. But, yeah, I think he does want me for reasons other than that I’m obviously interested in… phenomena, whatever. Which is one reason I haven’t yet said yes to the job.’
    Jane blinked once and they sat and stared at one another. Merrily thought about all the other questions that were occurring to her. And what Huw Owen had said to them all as they gathered outside the chapel in the last minutes of the course.
    Maybe you should analyse your motives. Are you doing this out of a desire to help people cope with psychic distress? Or is it in a spirit of, shall we say, personal enquiry? Think how much deeper your faith would be if you had evidence of life after death. How much stronger your commitment to the calling if you had proof of the existence of supernatural evil. If that’s the way you’re thinking, you need to consider very carefully after you leave here. And then, for Christ’s sake, forget this. Do something else .
    Merrily dragged raggedly on her cigarette.
    ‘You really want it, though, don’t you?’ Jane said. ‘You really, really want it.’
    ‘I don’t know,’ Merrily lied.
    Jane smiled.
    ‘I have a lot of thinking to do,’ Merrily said.
    ‘You going to tell Mick you’re in two minds?’
    ‘I think I shall be avoiding the Bishop for a while.’
    ‘Ha.’ Jane was looking over her mother’s left shoulder.
    Merrily said wearily, ‘He just came in, didn’t he?’
    ‘I think I’ll leave you to it. I’ll go and have a mooch around Waterstone’s and Andy’s. See you back at the car at six?’
    The waitress arrived with the tea.
    ‘The Bishop can have mine if he likes,’ Jane said.

4

    Moon

    I T WAS WHAT happened with the crow, after the rain on Dinedor Hill. This was when Lol Robinson actually began to be spooked by Moon.
    As distinct from sorry for Moon. Puzzled by Moon. Fascinated by Moon.
    And attracted to her, of course. But anything down that road was not an option. It was not supposed to be that kind of relationship.
    Most people having their possessions carried into a new home would need to supervise the operation, make sure nothing got broken. Moon had shrugged, left them to get on with it, and melted away into the rain and her beloved hill.
    There really wasn’t very much stuff to move in. Moon didn’t even have a proper bed. When the removal men had gone, Lol went up to the Iron Age ramparts to find her.
    He walked up through the woods, not a steep slope because the barn was quite close to the flattened summit where the ancient camp had been, the Iron Age village of circular thatched huts. Nothing remained of it except dips and hollows, guarded now by huge old trees, and by the earthen ramparts at the highest point.
    And this was where he found Moon, where the enormous trees parted to reveal the city of Hereford laid out at your feet like an offering.
    Lol was aware that some people called the hill a holy hill, though he wasn’t sure why. He should ask Moon. The ancient mysteries of Dinedor swam in her soul.
    She was standing with her back to him, next to a huge beech tree which still wore most of its leaves. Her hair hung almost to the waist of the long medieval sort of dress she wore under a woollen shawl.
    Making Lol think of drawings of fairies by Arthur Rackham and the centrefolds of those quasi-mystical albums from the early seventies – the ones which had first inspired him to write songs. The kind of songs which were already going out of fashion when Lol’s band, Hazey Jane, won their first recording contract.
    Moon would still have been at primary school then. She seemed to have skipped a whole generation, if not two. Hippy nouvelle . Down in the city, she sometimes looked pale and nervy, distanced from everything.