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gave us a satisfied
look. I knew, of course, exactly how it was possible. If you locked
me up somewhere and had me tell you what Leighton had been up to
all day, I’d be able to rattle off every action as though they’d
been my own. What fascinated me was not the demonstration, but the
fact that someone else out there had what I had, knew what I
knew.
    “ Suppose it’s true that this friend of yours was psychic, Mr
Pengelly,” I began carefully, “Did he tell you how he did it? What
was his process to travel with his mind?”
    “ Ah, you’re a scientific one, are you?” Idrys said with what
he thought was a knowing grin. Clearly he thought I didn’t believe
him. “Well Kit, he told me and the boys that all he had to do was
close his eyes and think.”
    “ Think about what?” I pressed.
    “ About where he wanted to go, or who he wanted to find,” Idrys
answered.
    “ And was it easier to reach people he knew, but harder to find
strangers?”
Idrys quirked
a grey eyebrow at me. “That’s a funny question,” he said with
amusement, “Are you thinking of trying it sometime?”
It was hard
not to be flustered by the accusation, so I tried to laugh it
off.
    “ I’m just interested,” I lied, “It’d be nice to think we have
people who can spy in on the Germans now, in this war, wouldn’t
it?”
    “ I wish I could do it,” Leighton said excitedly beside me,
“I’d give all of Hitler’s secret plans to the Prime Minister!” I
wished I could tell him that it wasn’t as simple as
that.
***
Idrys moved
on to his battle stories at the dinner table, which caused Blodwyn
to groan regularly between bites of her roast. She only perked up
when her Bampi told her how pretty she was looking. I was totally
lost to my own thoughts as I chewed aimlessly on a piece of chicken
at the far end of the table, wondering about the psychic spy of the
Great War and his special skill. If it were true, then that meant
other people out there could do what I could do. If it were false,
then people who could pretend to be psychic were making a fool out
of the military. But the military wanted them, needed them even, to
gather their information.
It was silly
to think that a girl like me could ever be of use in the grand
scheme of the world war, but it was also quite possibly true. If I
could hone my focus into people and places further away than just
Leighton, there was a chance that I could actually be useful to
someone. I thought back to the German man from my dream the night
before and spoke without thinking, interrupting one of Blod’s
little rants.
    “ Where’s Oslo?” I asked.
Blod shot me
a stabbing look across the table. Idrys swallowed his mouthful of
potatoes as he turned to look at me.
    “ Norway, love,” he answered, “It’s the capital
city.”
    “ Why’d you ask Kit?” Mam said, shifting more vegetables into
the available space on my plate.
    “ I, um, I heard it in a dream,” I answered, realising seconds
later how stupid I sounded.
    “ That’s funny,” Mam remarked with a kind smile.
    “ Yeah, she’s a funny girl, isn’t she?” Blod added. She too was
smiling, but not in the same way. The urge to slap people’s faces
was apparently quite a popular one for me today.

Leighton
started school again in the village the week after our arrival, so
I was left in peace in the sitting room most mornings in order to
practice propelling myself in the chair as the rotten Doctor
Bickerstaff had ordered. But with the luxury of time without
supervision all I could think of was Idrys’s tale of the psychic
spy and the soldiers I had seen in my dream. If I was going to get
back into the head of the German man talking about Oslo, I would
have to stretch my mind a lot farther than it had ever deliberately
travelled.
The first
thing to practice was finding Mum. I had been able to do it with
ease when we were at home, when she was in another room or even
down the end of the street chin-wagging with the local gossip,