‘Now, you can wade a long way out at Seaton. The bottom shelves off very slowly. George was at least fifty yards out when we heard him yelling that Sis was in trouble…
‘At first I panicked and started to run out through the shallow water, shouting to George that he should swim to Sis, which of course he couldn’t—but he did! Or at least, I did! Somehow I’d swapped places with him, do you see? Not physically but mentally. I’d left him behind me in the shallow water, in my body, and I was swimming for all I was worth for Sis in his! I got her back to the shallows with very little trouble — she was only a few inches out of her depth — and then, as soon as the danger was past, I found my consciousness floating back into my own body.
‘Well, everyone made a big fuss of George; he was the hero of the day, you see? How had he done it? — they all wanted to know; and all he was able to say was that he’d just seemed to stand there watching himself save Sis. And of course he had stood there watching it all — through my eyes!
‘I didn’t try to explain it; no one would have believed or listened to me anyway, and I didn’t really understand it myself — but George was always a bit wary of me from then on. He said nothing, mind you, but I think that even as early as that first time he had an idea…’
Suddenly she looked at me closely, frowning. ‘You’re not finding all this a bit too hard to swallow, Love?’
‘No,’ I shook my head. ‘Not really. I remember reading somewhere of a similar thing between twins — a sort of Corsican Brothers situation.’
‘Oh, but I’ve heard of many such!’ she quickly answered. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve read Joachim Feery on the Necronomicon?’
‘No,’ I answered. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘Well, Feery was the illegitimate grandson of Baron Kant, the German "witch-hunter". He died quite mysteriously in 1934 while still a comparatively young man. He wrote a number of occult limited editions — mostly published at his own expense — the vast majority of which religious and other authorities bought up and destroyed as fast as they appeared. Unquestionably — though it has never been discovered where he saw or read them — Feery’s source books were very rare and sinister volumes; among them the Cthaat Aquadingen, the Necronomicon, von Junzt’s Unspeakable Cults, Prinn’s, De Vermis Mysteriis and others of that sort. Often Feery’s knowledge in respect of such books has seemed almost beyond belief. His quotes, while apparently genuine and authoritative, often differ substantially when compared with the works from which they were supposedly culled. Regarding such discrepancies, Feery claimed that most of his occult knowledge came to him "in dreams"!’ She paused, then asked: ‘Am I boring you?’
‘Not a bit of it,’ I answered. ‘I’m fascinated.’
‘Well, anyhow,’ she continued, ‘as I’ve said, Feery must somewhere have seen one of the very rare copies of Abdul Alhazred’s Necronomicon, in one translation or another, for he published a slim volume of notes concerning that book’s contents. I don’t own a copy myself but I’ve read one belonging to a friend of mine, an old member of my group. Alhazred, while being reckoned by many to have been a madman, was without doubt the world’s foremost authority on black magic and the horrors of alien dimensions, and he was vastly interested in every facet of freakish phenomena, physical and metaphysical.’
She stood up, went to her bookshelf and opened a large modern volume of Aubrey Beardsley’s fascinating drawings, taking out a number of loose white sheets bearing lines of her own neat handwriting.
‘I’ve copied some of Feery’s quotes, supposedly from Alhazred. Listen to this one:
"Tis a veritable & attestable Fact, that between certain related Persons there exists a Bond more powerful than the strongest Ties of Flesh & Family, whereby one such Person may be aware of all the Trials & Pleasures of the other, yea, even to experiencing the Pains or Passions of one far distant; & further, there are those whose skills in such Matters are aided by forbidden Knowledge or Intercourse through dark Magic with Spirits & Beings of outside Spheres. Of the latter: I have sought them out, both Men & Women, & upon Examination have in all Cases discovered them to be Users of Divination, Observers of Times, Enchanters, Witches, Charmers, or Necromancers. All claimed to work their Wonders through Intercourse with dead & departed Spirits, but I fear that often such Spirits were evil Angels, the Messengers of the Dark One & yet more ancient Evils. Indeed, among them were some whose Powers were prodigious, who might at will inhabit the Body of another even at a great distance & against the Will & often unbeknown to the Sufferer of such Outrage…"
She put down the papers, sat back and looked at me quizzically.
‘That’s all very interesting,’ I said after a moment, ‘but hardly applicable to yourself.’
‘Oh, but it is, Love,’ she protested. ‘I’m George’s twin, for one thing, and for another—’
‘But you’re no witch or necromancer!’
‘No, I wouldn’t say so — but I am a "User of Divinations", and I do "work my Wonders through Intercourse with dead & departed Spirits". That’s what spiritualism is all about.’
‘You mean you actually take this, er, Alhazred and spiritualism and all seriously?’ I deprecated.
She frowned. ‘No, not Alhazred, not really,’ she answered after a moment’s thought. ‘But he is interesting, as you said. As for spiritualism: yes, I do take it seriously. Why, you’d be amazed at some of the vibrations I’ve been getting these last three weeks or so. Very disturbing, but so far rather incoherent; frantic, in fact. I’ll track him down eventually, though — the spirit, I mean…’
We sat quietly then, contemplatively for a minute or two. Frankly, I didn’t quite know what to say; but then she went on: ‘Anyway, we were talking about George and how I believed that even after that first occasion he had a bit of an idea that I was at the root of the thing. Yes, I really think he did. He said nothing, and yet…
‘And that’s not all, either. It was some time after that day on the beach before Sis could be convinced that she hadn’t been saved by me. She was sure it had been me, not George, who pulled her out of the deep water.
‘Well, a year or two went by, and school-leaving exams came up. I was all right, a reasonable scholar — I had always been a bookish kid — but poor old George…’ She shook her head sadly. My uncle, it appeared, had not been too bright.
After a moment she continued. ‘Dates were set for the exams and two sets of papers were prepared, one for the boys, another for the girls. I had no trouble with my paper, I knew even before the results were announced that I was through easily — but before that came George’s turn. He’d been worrying and chewing, cramming for all he was worth, biting his nails down to the elbows… and getting nowhere. I was in bed with flu when the day of his exams came round, and I remember how I just lay there fretting over him. He was my brother, after all.
‘I must have been thinking of him just a bit too hard, though, for before I knew it there I was, staring down hard at an exam paper, sitting in a class full of boys in the old school!
‘…An hour later I had the papers all finished, and then I concentrated myself back home again. This time it was a definite effort for me to find my way back to my own body.
‘The house was in an uproar. I was downstairs in my dressing-gown; mother had an arm round me and was trying to console me; father was yelling and waving his arms about like a lunatic. "The girl’s gone mad!" I remember him exploding, red faced and a bit frightened.