seething inside I tried to keep my face unemotional. âOK ⦠I agree to your terms.â
I waited for her to continue, but she didnât enlighten me further.
âWhat will I do here?â
âYou will work for the good of the house.â
âAnd whenââ
âTomorrow, at ten,â she interjected before I could finish. âYou can call me Sister Catherine.â
âIâm Sinead.â
She scrutinized me for a moment. âRemember you came of your own free will, Sinead.â
And then she walked away. I shivered involuntarily. Sister Catherine, my namesake, was a ghoulish nun who looked as if sheâd been dead for several centuries. There was a sense of nightmarish unreality about all this, but how could I give up my search for Patrick when I was so close? Sister Catherine had promised me answers, and nuns didnât lie, did they? I twisted my nose stud, pondering the awfulness of my situation and cursing my brother.
I took a minute to look around. There didnât appear to be anyone else in the immediate vicinity, nor any vehicles. I was conscious of how long it had taken me to reach the house and how worried Harry would be. I tried to send him a text, but I had no signal. It seemed even more of a slog on the way back, and when I reached the first bend the path forked. There was a choice between the winding, undulating one Iâd come by, or a route which looked more direct. It must have been well trampled to stop the shrubs from encroaching.
The path was a normal width at the start, but within minutes it narrowed considerably and I had to consciously draw in my arms and make myself smaller. The plants andbushes had grown so tall that I couldnât see what was in front of me and my feet were tangled in greenery. I stubbed my toe on a stone and swore with pain, then picked up a stick and began to beat back the foliage which was scraping my face. I pushed my hair back from my sticky forehead and had to peel my vest top away from my skin. This felt like wading through a steamy jungle. It didnât make sense â the other path had been cold and dank, but this one seemed almost tropical. My vision began to swim. Water. There must be some special kind of pond, a type Iâd never come across before, because there was steam rising and a gurgling noise like water echoing down a plughole.
Iâd been completely obstinate in disregarding Sister Catherineâs instruction to leave by the way I had come, but it was time to admit my mistake and retreat. Iâd only wasted ten minutes or so. Soon Iâd be in Harryâs car, telling him the whole story. I pivoted and came face to face with a sea of giant triffids blocking my way. What had been a clear path minutes ago was now a wall of greenery. And it was so much denser and pricklier than what was in front of me; each stem, stalk and branch seemed to be interwoven and crossed with another, like a tangled mass of barbed wire. Panic sent pins and needles all over my body. There was no going back. I had to keep moving forward, realizing how stupid Iâd been. I could be heading in any direction. I tried to call Harry but again failed to get a signal.
I lurched on, aware of a strange feeling behind, a sensation of something bearing down on me. A nervousglance over my shoulder revealed nothing but the same impenetrable jungle. I began to run, a frantic clumsy run that got me nowhere fast; it wasnât just leaves scratching my face, it was branches clawing my hair, stabbing my face, and brambles pulling and ripping my clothes. I fell and rolled, my hands instinctively protecting my head. I tried to scramble to my feet but thorns embedded themselves in my head, my hands, even my feet, tearing my flesh.
*
âSinead! Youâre like a great clumsy giraffe crashing about in there. Come out now.â
There was hazy blue sky. The gates rose in front of me but I had no idea how I had got there. I managed to
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