14
The day of the flight dawned overcast with the threat of rain, but by noon the sky had cleared and promised to remain bright.
Farley left shortly after breakfast. He said he had important matters to see to in town and would return by early evening.
“I will be as quick as I can. The wind will be best after sunset. We’ll launch then.” I nodded, hoping that he would return before Wysteria did.
“You must promise me that you will not go inside the Manor. While I am gone you will stay here on the beach far away from its doors. Promise me?”
“I promise. I do not wish to go near it.”
“That may not be possible, for we will have to make our way to the top of the house to launch the Heron.”
“I cannot face it.”
“We will face it together. You will by no means venture near the Manor alone until I return?” I assured him again that I would not.
With that, Farley departed. The Hounds left for a morning of roaming, and I stayed on the beach, occupying myself by cutting several pieces of twine and weaving them into six strong cords. Farley assured me we would need these during the launch, though I did not know their purpose.
As the afternoon wore on and my weaving was almost complete, my thoughts began to wander to the Manor: my fear of it, the captain’s desire to be rid of it, and how Dr. Mead and Wysteria, too, had been taken fully under its spell. I could see quite clearly how all of us and generations of Barrowses and Meads had been bound to it in an inexplicable way, as had the spirits of all that still dwelt there.
Looking up at its looming silhouette, I felt a strange sympathy for the Manor. It had not asked to be built upon the cliffs, nor had it anything to do with its crooked design. It had been a victim of circumstance. It suffered from the isolation of its placement, as did its inhabitants. From the distance of the beach, I could see that it was only a house. It had taken me in. Surely I must not repay it by leaving in this way. Surely I should show my respect and bid it a proper farewell.
In the light of day, the Manor appeared almost harmless, and I found my pity for it growing with each passing minute. I was pulled toward it not only in thought, but also physically, and I wanted nothing more than to be once again within its protective embrace. My resolution to stay close to the wind faded from my mind. Something drew me beyond my normal senses. Though I knew I should not even let myself think of the Manor, I found that I could think of nothing else. The Manor needed me, I was sure of it. It would cease to exist if I did not return to the safety of its walls.
Memories of my days within its many rooms, looking out the windows and standing on the walk, filled my mind. Nostalgia overtook me and, like a strong perfume, drew me ever closer, until I found myself standing before the gates leading to the entrance. Mesmerized, I started for the front door, ready to lose myself inside, when a flock of starlings alighted from a nearby ash tree and awoke me from my stupor. I heard quite distinctly in the flapping of their wings Farley’s voice, which was stronger even than the pull of the Manor.
“We will face it together,” the voice said. And with that, I snapped fully awake, as if rescued from a very bad dream, and could not imagine how I had come to stand so close to the Manor’s doors. The Hounds appeared at my side and gently guided me back to the beach, where I remained, watching the sun sink behind the mountains, turning the sky orange and crimson until all color eventually faded, leaving the horizon the deep azure of the lake itself at twilight.
I added wood to the fire and made the final adjustments to the cords I had completed. The Hounds settled in beside me, their gangly legs occasionally getting caught up in the harness strings, requiring me to free them. They stayed close, and whenever a thought of the Manor came to me I called them to my side. I dismissed all thoughts of the Manor with a firm, audible “No,” until the thoughts began to fade and lose their hold on me.
Farley was true to his word and at eight o’clock returned, carrying a satchel on his back.
“Were you fine, then?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“I worried.”
“No need.”
“Come, now. We cannot delay. The wind is right.” Together we picked up the Heron, collapsed it, and carried it to the top of the cliffs. The Hounds tried to follow us, but Farley pushed them away from the fragile wings.
“Miss, please keep them at bay. They will destroy all of our hard work.”
I called the Hounds to my side and knew what I must tell them. I knelt down to look into their giant faces. They were huge and smelly and wild, but they had been my protectors, even before I knew I needed their protection.
“You must listen to me now,” I said, gathering them around me. “It is time for us to leave this place. When Wysteria returns tonight, you need to be very far away. Do you understand?” They cocked their heads. “You must leave when I leave. You no longer need a mistress to govern you. You are free, as I am.” One Hound began to whine, and the rest joined in. “Hush! Look there,” I said, pointing across the lake to the mountains. “That is where I am going. That is where you will find me. You can find me. I know you can.”
“Miss. Come along!” Farley called.
“I’m coming,” I said.
“You must stay outside,” I said to the Hounds. They whimpered and sat on their haunches. I bent down and kissed the top of each of their heads, then turned away from their sorrowful faces. I ran to catch up with Farley, trying not to weep, for I had grown to love the beasts and hoped with all my heart that they would find me.
Together, Farley and I slowly approached the Manor and pushed open the massive front door. All was quiet and dark within. I had forgotten how deep the gloom was inside the house at that time of the day with the heavy curtains drawn over the windows.
“Farley,” I whispered.
“Hold me hand,” he said calmly. I took hold. How strange that he had no fear of the place at all and that my own legs shook so badly I could barely stand upon them.
“It is not real,” he whispered. “This place is only a thought that has grabbed hold of you. It cannot harm you. You are not of this place, and it has no power over you. You do not need it, nor do you owe it your allegiance.” I nodded, listening only to his words and not to the rattling of the windows, which had begun as soon as we had stepped inside.
“Pull back the draperies,” Farley whispered. We carefully placed the Heron on the floor. He took one side of the great room and I took the other, and silently we pulled the heavy drapes back from the frames, though the windows shook and groaned in their casements.
“Now open the windows,” he said.
“They’re locked,” I whispered back.
“Take the keys and open them.”
“I’m not sure they will work.”
“Try.” I fumbled with the keys, trying to remember which one opened the windows. “Long and thin,” I murmured, “long and thin.” My hands shook with fear, but finally I found the right key and freed each window. Against their rattling, Farley and I pushed them open wide.
“Open all the doors,” Farley said then.
“No!”
“Yes. We’ll open all the doors and move quickly to the next floor and do the same there,” he insisted.
“But what if it won’t let us?”
“The house senses your fear and plays upon it. That is the only thing that will stop us. When the fear presses upon you, remember that it is not real. Remember the feeling of the wind. That is real.”
I nodded, for I knew this to be true. I held my thoughts firm, and, keeping the Heron from catching beneath our feet, we moved to the next floor.
Along the staircase, I passed the portraits of the captain and his ancestors, all those who had not escaped the ravages of the Manor, all those who had been ruled by something they could not see. And I knew in that moment that I would not be like them.
“Trust me?”
“I do.”
“Go.” I knew which keys opened the doors on each floor and quickly released them, running up stairs and down corridors until all the doors and windows were free and Farley and I were safely inside the glass house.
Farley prepared the Heron, spreading its wings wide on the floor and adjusting the harness.
“How will you get out?” I asked him. “Once I’m gone, how will you leave? By the tree?”
“Don’t worry yourself about that,” he said, winking at me.
All the doors open now, the house began to shake furiously. Floorboards groaned beneath us as an enormous wave of turmoil and grief rose up from its depths. But the more the Manor raged, the more I held to Farley’s words that it was not real and that it could not harm me.
“We don’t have much time,” Farley said. I followed him out to the walk and began to strap on the harness, but he stopped me and shook his head.
“I will wear the wings,” he announced. “They fit me and I can operate them.” He took them gently from me and spread them open again. “Hand me the cords you made.” I did as he asked, and he secured himself to the frame.
“I don’t understand. What will I do?”
“You, miss,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, “are a friend of the wind. You will hold me hand.”
“You’re coming with me?”
He pointed to his satchel. “All me belongings are inside. I’ll be taking me freedom, as you are. I have all me wages and we have a plan, do we not?”
I smiled. “We do.”
“Come, now. We can talk of it later.” Farley put the wings on, stood up on the railing and began climbing to the roof. “Take off your boots and when I am settled, you come up,” he instructed.
I unlaced my boots and took them off, leaving them forever at the top of the Manor. I filled the lantern one last time and lit the wick, for it had burned down and the light was barely visible. I did not wish for Dr. Mead to suspect anything, though I knew he would soon enough when he arrived with Wysteria and only my boots were to be found.
“Now!” Farley yelled. I climbed up on the railing as I had seen him do and onto the roof, which was sturdy, but not broad. The two of us barely fit upon it.
“Wait,” I said. In my haste, I had forgotten to close the door to the glass house, and the lantern stood vulnerable and exposed to the wind. “I must see to the lantern. The wind is strong.”
“There is no time,” Farley said. “Leave it.” As he spoke, we heard a rumbling rise from within the house and the whole structure swayed violently toward the lake. A strong gust whipped about us, and as I grabbed Farley’s arm, we heard the definite crash of the lantern as the wind knocked it to the floor. After all my years as its keeper, on this day of all days, I could not believe that I had abandoned my post.
“Farley, please!”
“Give me your hand!” he yelled.
“Please. The house will burn! It will burn to the ground.”
“We cannot go back! Your hand! Give me your hand!” I thought of the Manor beneath us and of all that would be destroyed if I did not see to the lantern, all that would be lost. But then I looked up at Farley, at his hand reaching for mine, and I grabbed it, my heart beating in my throat. Before I could catch my breath or think another thought, Farley pulled the harness strings tight, the wings opened and we ran together off the roof, gliding out over the great elm, heading north above the fields until the warm currents buoyed us high enough and pushed us toward the lake. The wind lifted under the Heron’s wings, and beneath my frame, carrying me along as naturally as any bird. I leaned into it, giving myself completely to its embrace.
“Don’t look back,” Farley yelled. But of all the things he had asked of me, this was the one thing I could not do. I was unable to take my eyes from the Manor as it was slowly consumed, the flames spreading first to the roof and then working down to the third-floor balconies, the turrets and the tower that held my room, taking the captain’s study along with them.
Far out on the plains, I could see a carriage hurrying down the road to the Manor. Nearing the front gate, it pulled to a stop, and a tall, willowy figure in black descended the steps and ran headlong toward the burning structure. A man in a top hat and dark cape stepped out behind her, staring at the blaze before him. Just as I was about to turn away, I saw him lift his eyes to the sky and fix his gaze upon the Heron.
High on the cliffs, the Hounds raced northward after us, howling wildly, their long strides carrying them safely away from the destruction.
“Run! I whispered. “Run until you find us.”
As the wind pushed us across the lake, I heard a faint but definite roar as the Manor collapsed upon itself. In our wake, the entire hillside above the cliffs was awash in light. And far below, on the crimson sand, I saw, to my surprise, a distinct but smaller fire extinguishing itself on the beach.