![]() ![]() All the sticks and rocks and things that had fallen in were gone. But the floor where Graca had cleaned it up looked beautiful. ![]() Inside, where Graca had found the egg, it was half-covered by the forgotten remnants of a roof, or perhaps a floor – it was so old that you couldn’t tell anymore. I moved all those branches-“Īnd then Luca saw, by the door, all the branches and old leaves his friend had moved. I thought we could make it into a little room where we could stay if it rained while we’re up here. It had little grey lines running through it, and it might have been moulded, it was so perfect-looking. She held out her hand, and in it was a perfect piece of quartz. “You’ve been gone for ages-“ Luca told her. His friend Graca stuck her head out of the Castle and gave him a grin. Luca loped up to the Castle wall, his legs stinging where he’d brushed past nettles on the path. ![]() You couldn’t hear anyone call out to you up here, so it was like homework didn’t exist, and you certainly didn’t have to go home for lunch if you couldn’t hear the calls for it. To Luca, the Castle was a sentry that sat on top of all these unreal things. Up here the river could surge and the cars could honk their horns in the streets below and it would sound like nothing but a tickle in the ear nothing real at all.Įven the humming of bees (Luca knew there were bees, he could smell honey from the path)… even that was louder than anything that happened below. On the left, where the river coursed and disappeared, was someone’s field and a caravan park.Īll of them were so far below that Luca felt sure they were apparitions: they mightn’t have existed at all, from up here. On the right was the little town, its old buildings staggered like teeth that hadn’t been brushed in a while, brown and mossy. You could see all the way down to the river from there, green and high from the recent rains. The trees cleared off then, and a space emerged that felt like it was on top of the world. The Castle was an old ruin that you could find if you followed the winding path behind Luca’s house, past the chicken coop with its startle-eyed hens, climbing up past the cobbly piles of rocks and then, through a thicket of trees. ![]()
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