was in deep shadow under the low cliff, and they were sitting on the grass outside, waiting for us. Wisps of smoke were rising up from the chimney into the still air.
Duncan asked the Page to open the door for us, wait until we were all inside, and then come in, closing the door behind him. Milo followed his instructions, andwhen Duncan thanked him, he wriggled like a puppy, all waggy with pride.
The room was set out differently. The upturned fish-boxes were arranged in a semi-circle around the fireplace, where a bright fire of driftwood crackled in the hearth. There were candles placed on jutting-out stones in the wall all around it, and with all the light at one end, the other end of the bothy looked even more shadowy and dark.
The makeshift table was in front of Elspeth, to the left-hand side of the hearth, and Duncan sat opposite her on the right-hand side. He gave her the key and she unlocked the box. Then she delicately took out the black square of cloth they called the Judgement, and the big candle.
She put the candle in its candle-holder, and Hamish lit it. We didnât need it in order to see each otherâs faces because they were lit up by the fire. It was just the dance.
We waited for Duncan to say something. To our surprise, he looked at Milo and asked him, âHave you brought Nee-na?â Milo nodded into his chest.
âThen go outside and stay there until I call you back in, and when you come back inside, donât bring him with you.â
I caught Tressaâs eye.
âWhat if he wanders off?â I said. âWeâre supposed to be looking after him.â
Duncan fixed Milo with his pale piercing eyes and said, âHe will not wander off. He will stay on the grass right in front of the bothy.â
Miloâs bottom lip quivered and his hand moved to put his thumb in his mouth, but he didnât.
âB-but what if the seagulls take him?â
âI told you not to bring him to the bothy,â Duncan said.
Milo went outside, shutting the door quietly after him. We sat there, looking at each other. I listened for the sound of him crying, but the only sounds were the crackle of the fire and the murmur of the sea.
After a few minutes, Duncan called Milo back in.
âHave you left Nee-na outside?â
Milo said, âYes.â It was weird, because he didnât look upset or crossâhe just looked completely in awe of Duncan.
âThen you can take your place.â
When Milo was sitting down again, Duncan told Elspeth to start a new document. She took a clean sheet from her pile of papers.
âYou will call it, âThe history of the new members,ââ Duncan said.
She wrote it down.
âNow, Iâll ask them some questions, weâll listen to their answers, and I will tell you what to write.â
He started with Milo.
âWhere have you come from, Page?â
âLondon,â said Milo.
âWhat kind of place is London?â
Milo immediately thought of all the things he loved about London. âItâs got cars, all sorts of cars. Theyâre parked in all the roads round us, and you can tell what sort they are by their badges.â
Duncan nodded encouragement and Milo went on.
âItâs got buses too, and ambulances and police cars. . .â He glanced wistfully at the door.
âAnd what else?â said Duncan.
âTrains and planes, lots of planes. . . And the tube!â
âSo the places you roam with the Joker and the Teacher are streets and stations?â asked Duncan.
âWe donât roam!â Milo looked surprised.
âWhy not?â
âBecause of bad people and getting lost and. . .and things.â
Duncan said to Elspeth, âTeller, write this downââThey came from a city choked with noise and fumes. It was a dangerous place full of bad people.ââ
While she wrote it down, Duncan turned to me.
âJoker, tell us, why did you