I began to wonder whether she would come back. There was a certain unreality about her. It occurred to me that she might suddenly disappear and we would never hear of her again. I was so obsessed by this thought that when I returned to the house I went to her room. Everything was neat and tidy. I looked in the wardrobe. Her clothes were hanging there. Her nightdress lay neatly folded under her pillow. Yes, I was inquisitive enough to look there.
It was the room of someone who intended to return.
In the afternoon I went riding with Ben and all thought of Grace Gilmore departed during such a pleasant time.
He talked about running an estate of his own.
“Like Cador?” I asked.
“Just like Cador only bigger.”
I laughed. “Everything about you has to be bigger than everyone else’s.”
“I admit it.”
“Do you realize that this estate has been built up over hundreds of years?”
“I do.”
“And you are going to come and start and immediately have something bigger?”
“It is what I should like.”
“We don’t all get what we like.”
“I intend to.”
“ ‘Pride goeth before a fall.’ ”
“Oh, moral, are we?”
“It’s supposed to be true.”
“I shall be prouder than ever and not fail … just to prove it’s wrong.”
“I should be rather disappointed if it were, when I think of the number of times I have had to write it out for Miss Prentiss.”
“It is a great game to prove the moralists wrong. And for every one of these adages there is a contradiction.”
“ ‘Too many cooks spoil the broth’ and ‘Many hands make light work’?”
“Exactly. So I shall make my own laws. They will be the laws of Reason.”
“Oh, Ben, it is nice to have you here.”
“Shall I tell you what is the nicest thing about being here?”
“Yes, do.”
“Angel is here.”
“You always say such wonderful things. Do you mean them?”
“Not always. But on this occasion, yes.”
“If you don’t mean them, why do you say them?”
He paused for a moment and laughed at me. “Well, it makes people feel good. They like you for it, and it is wise to have people liking you. Never make enemies if you can help it … even in the smallest way. You never know when the most trivial thing can be turned against you. It is what you call keeping the wheels well oiled.”
“Even though it is false?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s harmless. It makes people feel happy. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I suppose, only I like things to be true.”
“You are asking too much.”
We had come to open country and I started to gallop. He was beside me.
“We’re almost on the moor,” I shouted.
I pulled up. There it was—miles of moorland with its boulders and little rippling streams and here and there the flowering gorse.
“There’s something strange about it,” I said. “Do you feel it? I mean strange in a certain way. Uncanny.”
“Out of this world.”
“Yes.”
“You might have strayed onto another planet.”
“That’s it. Strange things happen here. When I am here I can believe the stories one hears of the piskies and the knackers and the rest.”
We walked our horses for a while.
He said: “We could tie our horses to that bush and sit here for a while. I’d like to, would you?”
“Yes,” I said.
So we tethered the horses and sat with our backs against a boulder inhaling the fresh air. There was a faint wind which whistled through the grass making a soft moaning noise which was like a human voice.
I was glad he was aware of the spirit of the moors.
“The mine is not far from here.”
“Oh yes. It belongs to the Pencarrons, I believe.”
“Yes. We’ll ride over there one day. They’d like to meet you.”
“Profitable concern, the mine, I take it.”
“Yes, I think so. It’s a great boon to the Poldoreys. Quite a number of the men work there. The population seems to be made up of fishermen and miners … apart from the farmers and people who work on the land. They are safe.”
“Safe?” he asked.
“They are not in danger. Fishermen and miners always look out for disasters. With the miners it’s black dogs and white hares which appear now and then to announce some disaster … and disaster in the mine or at sea can be terrible. Then there are those knackers who have to be placated all the time. The miners have to leave them bits of their lunch when, poor things, they are hungry and could do with it all themselves. Then the fishermen … they never know when some mermaid is going to appear to give some dreadful warning or they are going to meet a ghost ship. Apart from all that there is the weather. So you see those who work on the land have rather a peaceful time.”
“Why do they not all want to work on the land?”
“If they get a good catch they earn a lot of money. And the miners? Well, I suppose they earn more than the farm laborers, because their jobs are so dangerous.”
“Logical reasoning,” he said. “Yes, up here one could believe in some of those stories.”
“These stones for instance could come suddenly to life. Look at that one. It is rather like a woman’s shape. It’s the one they call the Stone Novice. She was turned out of her convent because she disobeyed the laws of the Church.”
“I wonder what law?”
“She had a lover. They say that at certain times if you come up here alone, you can hear her weeping.”
“I expect it is only the wind.”
“It could easily be mistaken for weeping.”
“Tell me more.”
“There is the story about the mine.”
“Pencarron’s.”
“No. No. There are lots of mines in Cornwall. This was somewhere else. It is supposed to have happened years ago. It’s an old Scat Bal now.”
“I thought Pencarron was that.”
“Oh no. That is not a Scat Bal. It’s used just as a term of affection. I do hope the knackers understand that. They might be annoyed if they didn’t. This one I am telling you about is a very different matter.”
“I’m longing to hear more.”
“It was a tin mine. There was a terrible accident there. Several men were killed. After the accident a lot of people remembered seeing black dogs and white hares hanging around. It was a complete disaster. They said that was the end of Cradley Mine. Those who escaped lost their jobs; there was a great deal of hardship in the neighborhood. People used to say the mine was haunted. They heard strange knockings there at night. There were two men … brothers … miners who had lost their work and lived in great poverty. One night they decided to go into the old mine and see what the knocking meant. This was dangerous for the mine had collapsed once and could do so again. However, one dark night they went in. They crawled along in the direction from which came the knocking, expecting at any moment that the earth would collapse on top of them. They saw a light. They went towards it and there were twenty little men all digging away with tiny shovels. They had tiny pails and these were full of gold. They were knackers.”
“And gold … in a tin mine?”
“That’s the story. The two were terrified, and then they lost their fear for the knackers were so small … just the size of a sixpenny doll, they said. The knackers were not angry with the men, because they had been brave to come there in the dead of night. The men just marveled at the sight of the gold they could see in the earth. They said that if they brought proper implements in one night they could mine twenty times as much gold as the knackers were doing in that time. They came to an arrangement with the little men. They would mine the gold and sell it and for every ounce they sold ten per cent should go back to the knackers. This was agreed and every night those two men went to work. In a short time they were very rich. They bought a beautiful house and they lived like gentry and everyone was in awe of them because of their sudden fortune which they said had been left to them by a relation from overseas.”