The PAG and Lenny's group sat around the lounge, drinking their soup and talking animatedly until the vehicles arrived.
Dan stood up. 'Well, Lenny – all of you – thanks a lot for your hospitality. I'm sorry we had to descend on you like that and I'm sorry about the front door. We'll look after Jane, don't worry.'
'Don't you apologize for nothing,' Lenny told him. 'I ain't figured it all out yet, and maybe I never will, properly. But I know a battle when I smell one – and I reckon something happened under our roof we can be proud of.'
'Can you smell victory, too, Lenny?'
Lenny smiled. 'Like a garden full of flowers.'
'Me too,' Dan said. 'Come along, boys and girls. Time to go home.'
EPILOGUE
There had been many handfastings and several Christian weddings at Camp Cerridwen in the year and three-quarters of its existence; but the handfasting of Mary Andrews and Nigel Pickering was a very special one. For one thing, until a week before it, they had not seen each other for two years – nor, since the great earthquake, had either of them known if the other was alive or dead. Very soon after the catastrophic Grand Sabbat on Bell Beacon, at which Mary had been Sabbat Maiden and Nigel her Priest, Nigel had been called to Yorkshire by the death of his father and the need to take over the family's small printing business. He and Mary had corresponded almost daily, for although not lovers or even engaged, they had been a close working partnership in their coven and they had missed each other very much. But with Nigel tied down by work and Mary by an invalid mother, they had not been able to visit each other. Nigel had at last been able to arrange a weekend journey to see her, at -which (he had decided and she had sensed) he was going to propose to her.
The earthquake had struck a week too early.
Both had survived by the skin of their teeth. Mary and her mother had been adopted by a neighbouring family, after the earthquake had destroyed their house; but three days later the family had succumbed to the Madness and Mary had been lucky to get her mother away in a stolen car, her sick mother driving while Mary nursed a broken arm. They had found a doctor in a Berkshire village who had set the arm and had settled down with the village's tiny group of survivors, defending themselves in a barricaded farmhouse on meagre rations till the Madness was over. Mary's mother, whose illness required special food, had died in spite of all the doctor could do for her.
Nigel, his home town of Elland a burning shambles, had taken to the moors with his brother, and they too had teamed up with a small community struggling to keep alive on poor land.
Mary and Nigel had both tried, especially after the collapse of Operation Skylight had brought a strange peace to the country, to get news of each other, however forlorn the hope. But after a travelling group had told Mary that Elland had been wiped out and Dan (whose brother's marriage to the only unattached woman in the community had made him even more aware of his loneliness) had actually trekked to Cookham in search of her and had found no clue, in both of them hope had faded to a dream.
Nigel had not returned to his moorland group. Camp Cerridwen was known by repute to virtually every witch in the country within two or three months of Skylight – as Midsummer 2004 was now called by everybody, transferring the name of the failed Operation to the dawn of the peace which had followed it. So Nigel had decided to see Moira and Dan again, and had made his way to Dyfnant Forest at the end of August. He had been welcomed with delight and persuaded, without difficulty, to stay. Camp Cerridwen had unanimously decided to limit their population to a maximum of 200, to keep it agriculturally viable and to preserve its character. But immediately after Skylight, when dozens of civilianized Army radio operators became aware of Geraint and Tonia's ham network and had enthusiastically joined it, news of survivors in search of friends and relatives had become a major part of its traffic. So about thirty people, including one complete coven from Camp Cerridwen, had departed with everyone's blessing to reunite families believed dead or to pick up old threads believed broken. And that left room for desirable recruits like Nigel.
Nigel had settled in well, his printer's instincts drawing him to Geraint and Tonia. He and they dreamed of a printed newspaper but that was out of the question for the present. He had, however, scoured nearby ruined towns with a horse and cart and in Llanfyllin had unearthed treasure in the shape of a stencil duplicator and a good stock of paper, ink and stencils. Foraging parties, which were now a regular activity of most communities, had been briefed on what to look for and the stock had grown substantially. So with the Samhain 2005 issue as No 1, Camp Ccrridwen's news sheet had become a weekly 'newspaper'. They called it The Cauldron after the Welsh Goddess's legendary vessel, and in memory of a respected Wiccan newsletter of the 1970s and '80s. It circulated in the camp and New Dyfnant and travelled with the trading carts over an area of twenty or thirty kilometres around. Soon its example was being followed in other places, based on the radio network which was becoming a well-organized news agency with Camp Cerridwen as its acknowledged nerve-centre.
Radio reception had improved steadily and news from abroad was beginning to take on a coherent shape. The world picture ranged from outright military dictatorship in one or two countries (Belgium, for example) to a situation very like Britain's, where a complex pattern of spontaneous cooperation between varied kinds of community was evolving in the absence of any State coercive apparatus. France and Denmark were outstanding examples. In the Arab countries, bedouin habits had been naturally readopted and in Israel, her rapidly expanding industry almost completely destroyed by the earthquake, a renaissance of kibbutzim had been equally natural. In some countries, such as Holland, the struggle to control the environment demanded large-scale cooperation as rapidly as it could be forged; the Dutch already had a functioning democratic government, an empirical but energetic structure, organizing the repair of the dykes and the reclaiming of polders by methods they would have regarded as crude two years before but which were getting the job done. Though completely unaggressive, they were having a marked moral effect on their Belgian neighbours, who resented the military clique in power and were likely to sweep it away before long, with 'Benelux' as their slogan of revolt.
In the Soviet Union, as Dan remarked to Geraint when after several months the picture became reasonably clear, 'the Earth Mother seems to have intervened in person'. Moscow Beehive had been completely wiped out by the earthquake, and with typical Russian centralism it had housed virtually everyone who mattered. Regional hives had attempted some kind of a Skylight-type takeover but, shorn of its real leaders, the Apparat had had little impact. The conscript armies, unequal in any case to the vastness of the territory, had been dissolved by the urge to go home. Here, too, a useful pattern for survival existed: the collective farms. Heavily depopulated as they were, they formed natural rallying-points for disbanded soldiers and fugitive townsfolk, and many of them seemed to have revived admirably.
What was happening in China, it was still too early to say; news was too thin and at too many removes. But such hints as there were seemed to point to a development similar to Russia's.
In India, the Dust had taken a terrible toll; New Delhi had given a vinegar-mask warning in good time, but the organization of supplies had been difficult and millions had been affected. Of those who were left at the end of the Madness, hundreds of thousands had contracted plague as they looted the uninhabitable cities for food. The remnants of the once-vast population had reverted to their immemorial village life and after disaster probably unparalleled anywhere else in the world, were achieving some kind of stability. Strangely enough, radio news from India was fairly plentiful; skilled refugees from a vanished technological civilization seemed to have an urge to communicate and enough of them had found or improvised the means.