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said.
        I started to finish the tale but he raised his hand and stopped me.
        "Enough, I've heard enough. Is there anything I can do? Is there anything the Warders can do?"
        "No. There is nothing to fight."
        "Fighting isn't all we do, Niall. If you think of anything, even a small thing, you only have to ask and it will be done."
        "Thanks."
        "You have my deepest sympathies. I had no idea or I would have come earlier."
        "We were sleeping, or trying to sleep."
        "Then you have my apologies for waking you."
        "It's not a problem. We would have to be up soon anyway. There are arrangements to make. We have to organise a funeral."
        "Once again, Niall, I offer my services and that of your fellow Warders. If there's anything you need, just ask."
        "It's something I have to do myself."
        "I understand. I should go."
        "I think Blackbird's making tea."
        "Don't worry, I'll go. You know how to reach me if you need anything?"
        "Yes."
        He stood and faced me, placing his hand upon my shoulder.
        "Anything at all, you'll let me know?"
        "Yes."
        He released me and went to the kitchen door, where he spoke a few soft words to Blackbird and then turned and left, easing the heavy wooden door shut behind him. I sat in the armchair and watched the fire. Blackbird brought me tea, but it went cold in my hands before I stirred.
        It was Barry's call that raised me. We spoke at length and then I threw myself into the arrangements. I had to liaise with the school, the church, the hospital; everyone seemed to have some claim on my daughter's death.
        I didn't bother attending the opening hearing of the inquest. We were told that the Coroner would order an investigation, that the bodies would not be released until the investigation had delivered its preliminary findings, and that the proceedings would be adjourned. Apparently it was over in ten minutes.
        Katherine and I were invited to a meeting with the head teacher from the school, which we thought a little strange. The school found themselves caught between the appalling guilt at what had befallen our children and the awful thought that we might sue them for negligence. I hadn't even considered the possibility after the remarks made by the consultant. We had been told that the cause was a freak accident and that there was no way that the school could have predicted it. It wasn't until I met the other girls' parents that I realised why they were being so cautious.
        Katherine and I were guided into an orderly office to meet the head teacher and the chair of governors. They were in a sombre mood and greeted us with courtesy and obvious sympathy.
        "The whole school is in shock," the head told us. "I never realised that such things could happen anywhere, never mind here. Obviously the whole of the PE Block has been sealed off and we are not accepting the children back on site until we have assurance that it's completely safe."
        She sighed. "That doesn't help you, though does it? I can't tell you how sorry I am for your loss. Alex was a joy to have in class and a pleasure to teach. Her loss will be felt keenly throughout the school for a long time to come."
        "Thank you," Katherine answered.
        The chair of governors, a quiet man who sat to one side throughout the conversation, leaned forward. "We'd like to suggest a joint memorial service, as soon as we can allow the people back on site. We think it would help the children and the families to come to terms with what happened. Would that be OK?"
        I looked at Katherine and she nodded.
        "The families will obviously have their private funerals, once arrangements can be made, but this has affected everyone in the school. The whole community is in shock."
        "I think we understand that," I said, while part of me was thinking that it was nothing