The Circle (Hammer)

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MINOO IS STANDING in the forest near Kärrgruvan. It’s spring and the leaves on the trees are a verdant green. It’s almost painful to look at them. She hears water burbling and looks down. A stream is flowing at her feet. A thousand little suns glitter on its surface. A pair of black feathers float past. It’s strange that she can know it’s a dream without waking up.

Minoo?

Rebecka’s calling to her.

Minoo?

Minoo is suddenly in a hurry. She starts to run along the water. She has to find Rebecka. But her feet keep sinking into the damp earth. A little deeper with each step.

Minoo!

She’s stuck.

And in the water she sees Rebecka. She’s lying on her back in her white nightgown. Her long reddish-blonde hair spreads out around her pale face. Her eyes are angled up at the sky, her mouth open as if in ecstasy. In one hand she’s holding a garland of flowers. Their colours are unnaturally vivid against the black water.

She is the drowning Ophelia.

‘You’re not Rebecka,’ Minoo says, angry and disappointed.

Rebecka looks at her. It’s Rebecka’s face, Rebecka’s body. Rebecka’s voice. And yet it isn’t.

The stream eddies and ripples around her, but she’s floating, motionless in the middle of the current. She’s speaking but her mouth isn’t moving.

The woman who posed for this painting was Elizabeth Siddal. She fell gravely ill afterwards. The bath she was lying in was fitted with lamps to stop the water getting cold. But one day they went out. The artist didn’t notice. He was absorbed in his painting. And little Lizzie said nothing. She just suffered in silence. All so that he could fulfil his vision. To be reduced to an image comes at a high price.

Somewhere in real life the doorbell rings, but Minoo clings to her dream.

‘What are you talking about?’

I thought your mind was your superpower, Minoo. You have to wake up now. You have to find the courage to see yourself as others do. And you have to let go.

The dream dissipates and she’s awake. The doorbell rings again.



Minoo’s father is unshaven and has dark circles under his eyes. Anna-Karin smells the coffee on his breath when he says he’s unsure if Minoo is up yet. Maybe it would have been better if she’d waited a few hours before coming here. But she had to do it before her courage failed her.

He shows her into the front hall and shouts at the ceiling that Minoo has a visitor.

‘I’m coming!’ Minoo’s voice replies.

Anna-Karin takes off her coat and follows him into the living room.

‘Would you like something?’ he asks. ‘Coffee? Tea? Milk? Water?’

‘No, thanks,’ Anna-Karin mumbles, and looks around the big, bright room.

The furniture is expensive. Four packed bookcases with a built-in TV cabinet stand along one wall. There’s real art – not the usual Ikea prints or hangings embroidered with some proverb that Anna-Karin’s mother is so fond of. ‘A penny saved is a penny earned’, ‘There’s no place like home’, ‘A merry heart makes a cheerful countenance.’ They’re everywhere in her house. As if she were trying to convince herself. Anna-Karin feels pangs of shame as she imagines what Minoo’s father would think of those wall hangings.

You can see into the big kitchen with its white cupboard doors and dark wooden floor. The study door is ajar: a brand-new laptop stands on a desk next to a steaming coffee mug. Even more bookshelves.

How many books can you have in a home? Anna-Karin wonders. Where do they find the time to read them all? Do they, even?

She lets her gaze fall on a painting that doesn’t depict anything, just colours and shapes. Her mother would scoff at it and say that any five-year-old could’ve painted that. But Anna-Karin likes it.

‘I’m Erik Falk,’ Minoo’s father says, holding out his hand.

Anna-Karin realises she’s been standing there staring, like a fool. She takes Minoo’s father’s hand and meets his eyes for a split second.

‘Anna-Karin Nieminen,’ she mumbles. It’s strange to introduce herself with her last name. ‘Minoo and I are in the same class. We’re working on a project together.’

‘Is it the play?’

Anna-Karin has no idea what he’s talking about. She opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water. That’s how she feels in this house.

‘Minoo said something about how you rehearse on Saturdays.’

‘That’s right,’ Anna-Karin answers. She was within a hair’s breadth of ruining Minoo’s alibi for their meetings at the fairground. ‘But today we’re going to do some chemistry,’ she says, and hopes that Minoo’s father won’t ask any more questions.

Finally she hears footsteps on the stairs and Minoo appears in the doorway. Her black hair is in a ponytail and her eyes are still a little puffy from sleep.

‘Hi,’ she says, without managing to hide her surprise.

‘Shall we get started on the chemistry?’ Anna-Karin asks.

Minoo catches on. ‘Of course. Let’s go up to my room.’

Anna-Karin notices how easily Minoo moves through the house, as if there’s nothing special about being surrounded by nice things.

They walk down a long landing. She glances into a bathroom with an old map of Engelsfors on the wall. The deep bath has lion’s feet. That was where Minoo was attacked.

Minoo takes Anna-Karin into her room and shuts the door.

The wallpaper is striped yellow and white and brings out the warm tones of the lacquered wooden floor. A red counterpane has been thrown rather sloppily across the bed, and a large art book lies on Minoo’s bedside table. The books on the shelf are neatly lined up, no doubt in alphabetical order.

The chaos in Minoo’s room is concentrated on the desk in front of the window. It’s overflowing with textbooks and notebooks, which threaten to engulf the closed laptop.

‘So it wasn’t Gustaf,’ Anna-Karin says.

‘Not the real one,’ Minoo says. ‘I mean … he doesn’t know he has an evil doppelganger.’

Anna-Karin goes to the bed and sits down. ‘I’m glad it wasn’t Gustaf,’ she says. ‘Even if that means we still don’t know who did it.’

Minoo sits down next to her. Waits.

Anna-Karin doesn’t know where to begin. Eventually she takes a deep breath and starts with what she feels is most important. ‘I’m sorry,’ she says. ‘I’m sorry I just disappeared.’ She glances at Minoo, her dark eyes gaze at her intently.

Anna-Karin has always been a little afraid of Minoo. She often seems so intense, almost angry. When Minoo is impatient, when she thinks you’re being stupid or childish or doing something wrong, you can feel it in your whole body. And then that laser stare.

‘You know the accident when the barn burned down,’ Anna-Karin begins. ‘It wasn’t an accident.’ She doesn’t tell her everything, as she did Nicolaus. She starts with the fire, but leaves out Jari and her mother. It’s still difficult to own up, especially to the fact that at first she didn’t resist, that she almost welcomed her death.

When she gets to the bit with Grandpa she starts to cry. She wipes away the tears with the back of her hand. She doesn’t want Minoo to think she’s trying to gain sympathy.

‘Why didn’t you say anything?’ Minoo asks.

She’s angry. Just as Anna-Karin thought. Her courage falters. ‘I was ashamed. I shouldn’t have gone into the barn alone.’

‘When you resisted … did you see anything?’ Minoo asks.

Anna-Karin is unsure what she means. ‘I didn’t see whoever did it,’ she says.

‘No, but did you see anything else? Something in the air, maybe?’

‘No. Why?’

Minoo shakes her head. ‘Forget it,’ she says. She doesn’t look angry any more.

Anna-Karin is so relieved that she starts crying again. Maybe there’s hope that they’ll forgive her. ‘If only I hadn’t used my powers at school. Everyone told me not to,’ she chokes out.

Minoo furrows her brow. ‘What does that have to do with the attack?’

‘Whoever attacked me must have noticed I was using magic, like you warned me might happen. It fits with what we know about protective magic, too. Nicolaus told me about it. If you’re the one who’s visible now, I must still be protected. But maybe the one who attacked me realised I was Chosen anyway—’ Anna-Karin breaks off. Catches her breath. ‘I’ve been thinking about something,’ she says. ‘The one who’s trying to kill us is the same element as me. An earth witch. Maybe that’s why I could put up such resistance. And maybe that’s why he hasn’t tried again. Because I was too strong.’

‘The voice,’ Minoo muses. ‘Is that how you get people to do what you want?’

Anna-Karin flushes. ‘More or less. Although I’ve never taken over someone’s body like that.’

Minoo nods slowly. ‘Do you think you could make a person think they saw someone who wasn’t there?’ she asks.

‘I don’t know,’ Anna-Karin answers. ‘Maybe. I’ve never tried.’

‘If an earth witch can do that, it might explain why Rebecka saw Gustaf on the roof. If Gustaf was an illusion, and someone else was actually there … But that doesn’t make sense …’ She looks straight at Anna-Karin. ‘Are you sure the fire was caused by magic?’

‘It started so suddenly and came from several different directions at the same time. And then I had this feeling …’

‘But earth witches shouldn’t be able to perform fire magic.’

‘No,’ Anna-Karin answers.

Minoo’s expression is blank, yet intently focused. ‘But Rebecka could,’ she says, almost to herself. ‘And she would have been able to get the barn door to slam shut again.’

‘Rebecka?’

Minoo opens the drawer of her bedside table. She pulls out the notepad she always seems to have with her and flips through it. ‘When you and Ida experienced Rebecka’s death, you said something happened just before she died. As if she was incinerated from within.’

Anna-Karin nods. It’s not a memory she enjoys revisiting.

‘What if the murderer took her power?’ Minoo continues.

‘Yes,’ Anna-Karin says breathlessly. ‘It was as if he took everything that was her.’

‘Her soul?’

Anna-Karin nods again. She doesn’t know if she believes in souls, but that’s the best word to describe it.

Minoo is absorbed in her notes. Anna-Karin doesn’t want to disturb her. She looks around the room. Fingers the red bedspread. Notices the big book on the bedside table again. The front cover shows a painting of a couple who are about to kiss. Anna-Karin wipes her hands on her jeans before she dares touch it.

The book is heavy. It falls open automatically to a page in the middle, as if Minoo often looks at it. There are a few books like that in Anna-Karin’s house, too. Thick paperback novels about people from the Stone Age that always open where they’re having sex with each other on animal skins in caves.

Anna-Karin looks at the image printed on the thick, glossy paper: a portrait of a dark-haired woman in a blue dress. She’s holding a pomegranate in one hand and looks sad. She’s somehow familiar too.

‘I think I get it now,’ Minoo says.

Anna-Karin looks up.

Minoo lowers the notepad. ‘If the murderer is an earth witch, he may have used his power to force Elias to commit suicide. When Elias died, he took his power, too. The principal said that wood witches can “shape and control different kinds of living material”. That might mean that wood witches can change their appearance, like a magic disguise.’

‘So after Elias was murdered … the killer could make himself look like anyone?’

‘We don’t know that for sure,’ Minoo says, ‘but he could at least have looked like Gustaf.’

‘And then he got Rebecka’s powers …’

‘Telekinesis and fire. Those were the powers he used in the barn.’

Minoo gets up and starts pacing back and forth. She reminds Anna-Karin of the principal.

‘We have to sum up what we know,’ Minoo says. She lets down her hair and slides the rubber band on to her wrist. ‘The murderer is an earth witch. When he kills us, he can take our souls and our magic. Now he has wood and fire. He didn’t manage to kill you or me. Why not?’

‘Because I’m an earth witch,’ Anna-Karin suggests again, ‘and maybe because he’s weaker outside the school.’

Minoo stops and gives her an appreciative look. ‘Just what I was thinking. The school is an evil place, and all that.’

‘But why did he let you live?’

‘Because he discovered that I don’t have any power?’

‘I don’t think so,’ Anna-Karin says. ‘You’re still a Chosen One.’

That vacant yet intently focused look has returned to Minoo’s face.

She’s standing in half-profile towards Anna-Karin and the light from the window illuminates her cascading hair.

Anna-Karin looks at the woman in the blue dress. And then at Minoo. ‘Speaking of doppelgangers,’ she says, ‘the woman in this painting is a total carbon copy of you.’

She holds up the image to Minoo.

‘She is not,’ Minoo says.

‘Yes, she is,’ Anna-Karin says. ‘Maybe not if you make an exact comparison of every feature, but taken as a whole, she looks a lot like you.’

Minoo stares at the painting as if it’s a Chinese poem Anna-Karin is asking her to recite. ‘But she’s beautiful,’ she says.

Anna-Karin lowers the book. Minoo doesn’t say it in the way Julia and Felicia would have, as if she’s fishing for a compliment. She means it.

‘So are you,’ Anna-Karin says.

Minoo snorts. ‘You don’t have to lie,’ she says.

‘I’m not.’

Minoo looks annoyed.

‘First, I’m a massive pizza-face, in case you hadn’t noticed.’

‘I’ve got spots too.’ Anna-Karin says.

‘Not as many as me.’

Now it’s Anna-Karin’s turn to get annoyed. ‘Maybe not exactly as many but some people have a lot more. And you’re pretty. You could be her reincarnation.’ Anna-Karin points at the image with an index finger.

All the colour leaves Minoo’s face. She looks as if she’s about to faint.

‘Are you all right?’ Anna-Karin asks. Now she feels stupid. It was a ridiculous thing to argue about –whether or not Minoo is beautiful.

‘I don’t feel too good,’ Minoo mumbles. ‘I’m sorry, I have to lie down again. Thanks for telling me.’

Anna-Karin closes the book and gets up. Minoo tries to smile at her. ‘I’ll set off home,’ Anna-Karin says. She remains standing there for a moment, but when Minoo doesn’t say any more, Anna-Karin pats her shoulder a little awkwardly and tells her to get better soon.

When she comes downstairs, Minoo’s father is in the kitchen reading a newspaper. He doesn’t look up and Anna-Karin doesn’t say anything. She puts on her coat and sneaks out of the front door as quietly as Pepper.