“What am I going to do?” she sobbed. “None of my neighbours seem to want to look after my children.”
Dorothy opened her mouth to tell her why and closed it again. After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister and she wouldn’t be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster. On the other hand nothing now could stop Dorothy from going back to the Island.
“I suppose I could take the children with me. Just till you’re better.”
As soon as she said it, she wished she hadn’t, but it was too late. Betty looked at her gratefully. Usually she would have done anything to keep her darlings from that rough place where the animals wandered in and out of the house and nothing was done nicely, but now it was her only hope.
“Thank you, Dorothy,” she said. “Perhaps the sea air will do them good.”
So the following week Dorothy took the train to catch the steamer to catch the second steamer to catch the ferry which would in the end get her to her home. She did not have a chance to let her sisters know whom she was bringing, which was as well. Even if they had been very badly oiled, Boo-Boo and the Little One would not have been welcome on the Island.
Chapter 15
Minette sat on her bed beside the open window, trying to brush her hair. Aunt Etta insisted on a hundred strokes each night, but now she put her brush down and sighed.
“I’m never going to have children. Never. It’s awful.”
“Oh come on,” said Fabio, wandering in from the bathroom. “It isn’t as bad as that.”
But it had been very bad.
They had woken early and at once known what had happened. Even before they went to the window they had felt the emptiness and the silence.
Downstairs the three aunts sat stiffly at the breakfast table. Coral looked thinner and Myrtle’s blouse was on back to front.
“Go to him,” said Aunt Etta as soon as the children had finished. “You’re excused all your other duties.”
Outside it really hit them. Yet the kraken had only been here just over a week. How could the bay seem so empty, so wrong? And how could such a great beast slip away so silently?
It was all very well for Aunt Etta to say, “Go to him,” but where was he? Not by the shore, not in his favourite rockpool. The mermaids were guarding the entrance to the bay but the children knew he would not have tried to follow his father. He might be small but he knew what it was to keep a promise.
They found him in the end, half hidden under an overhanging rock. He was almost submerged but his head came up out of the water and he was staring at the open sea. When he saw them, he made the most pitiful sound they had ever heard, a heartbroken moan which ended in a whimper. Like a puppy told to “stay”, when his master leaves the room, the baby kraken waited…and looked as though he would wait to the end of time for his father to return.
“Come on,” said Fabio leaning down from the rock. “It’s time for breakfast. We’ll go and see what Art has got for you.”
But the kraken only looked at him and then two tears welled out of his golden eyes and rolled into the sea.
He wouldn’t eat and he wouldn’t play.
“No ball,” he said when they fetched the beach ball and “No hide an’ see.” He wouldn’t follow them in the boat, though when they moved away he moaned and shivered even more. In the end they got into the water with him and swam round him rubbing his back and telling him again and again that his father would be back, that they loved him, that he was the last of a great and mighty line of krakens and must try to be brave.
Everyone helped. The mermaids came and sang to him but he only closed his eyes and juddered with sighs. The stoorworm swam out and spoke into his ear.
“To go is to come,” said the worm in his solemn voice.
What he meant was that the earth was round so that the great kraken was on his way back as soon as he set off. But thoughts about the earth being round were too difficult for the kraken’s son, whose tears went on flowing and making the seaweed and the little fish look larger and brighter wherever they fell.
“Do you think if Myrtle played the cello to him it would help?” asked Minette, but it didn’t. Although Myrtle had just said goodbye to Herbert, who had gone off with the great kraken, she came at once, but you never know where you are with music. It can make you happy but it can also make you very, very sad.
The children did not dare to leave him alone; whenever they moved away he moaned even more pitifully. Art brought their lunch to the shore and they tried to share it with him but he only turned his head away.
“No soss,” he said when they offered him a sausage roll, and “No cheeps,” when they handed him the chipped potatoes that had been his favourites.
By the end of the day the children were getting frantic.
“What if he just fades away and dies?” said Minette, close to tears.
“He won’t,” said Fabio.
But his eyes were even blacker than usual. People did turn their faces to the wall and die; he had seen it in Brazil.
When he had been on his way for a few hours, the great kraken began his Healing Hum once more. Everything was as it had been when he was on the way to the Island. The sky was blue, the air was soft; above him flew his escort of birds, below him the dolphins and seals circled him.
He drew level with a fishing boat a hundred miles away. The crew had pulled in three tons of tuna and were casting their nets once more to add to the pile of bloodied thrashing creatures on the deck when the captain straightened himself and rubbed his forehead.
“Enough,” he said suddenly. “We’ve caught enough.”
His crew stared at him. He was the greediest fisherman in that part of the world; he’d been fined again and again for exceeding the quota.
“You heard me,” he said and the nets were pulled in and the boat turned and headed for home.
But though the kraken went on putting the sea to rights, as he had done before, his heart was heavy. There was an awful emptiness on his left side where his son had swum beside him, and at night his back felt strange without the small bump that had slept on it.
“You’re to promise to stay and be good,” he had said to his son, and the child had understood, but it was best not to remember the look in his eyes.
After they had travelled for a day and a night, Herbert came to the front of the kraken’s head and said goodbye. It was hard for him to leave the kraken and return to the Island but his mother was getting very weak and he felt it was his duty.
It was even lonelier after Herbert left. Other seals swam with the kraken but they were ordinary seals, not selkies; they did not know his thoughts as Herbert had done.
On a great rock, after another day of swimming, the kraken saw something he had been looking out for. A huge black bird with a yellow beak and yellow feet, huddled up and muddled-looking. He paused and looked directly at the unfortunate bird and, as the kraken’s eyes pierced his sadness, the boobrie came to himself again. He remembered that he had a wife who had been expecting eggs and that he had gone to look for food and got lost, and forgotten who he was and where he was going.
Now, as clear as daylight, the boobrie saw the Island and the nest by the loch and his partner waiting and waiting. Why, he might be a father by now…and he flapped his wings once and twice and a third time and then managed to lift himself off and to fly away.
And the kraken swam on.
By the third day Fabio and Minette were beginning to lose hope. They had tried everything they could think of to cheer up the little kraken. They used up all Art’s washing-up liquid to blow bubbles for him, they invented underwater games, they sang to him and told him stories, but nothing helped. The only thing you could say was that when they left him even for a moment he was worse; moaning more pitifully and watering the sea with his tears.