I suppose if he hadn’t been there and hadn’t tried to bully me, I might have relented. After all, some of the boys looked half starved and there were a lot of apples and cakes in the sack. On the other hand, they weren’t mine to give away.
‘This doesn’t belong to me,’ I said. ‘It belongs to Mr Gregory.’
‘His last apprentice didn’t let that bother him,’ said the leader, moving his big face closer to mine. ‘He used to open the sack for us. If you’ve any sense you’ll do the same. If you won’t do it the easy way then it’ll have to be the hard way. But you won’t like that very much and it’ll all come down to the same thing in the end.’
The gang began to move in closer and I could feel someone behind me tugging at the sack. Even then, I wouldn’t let go and I stared back into the piggy eyes of the leader, trying hard not to blink.
At that moment something happened that took us all by surprise. There was a movement in the trees somewhere to my right and we all turned towards it.
There was a dark shape in the shadows, and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I saw that it was a girl. She was moving slowly towards us, but her approach was so silent that you could have heard a pin drop and so smooth that she seemed to be floating rather than walking. Then she stopped just on the edge of the tree shadows, as if she didn’t want to step into the sunlight.
‘Why don’t you leave him be?’ she demanded. It seemed like a question but the tone in her voice told me it was a command.
‘What’s it to you?’ asked the leader of the gang, jutting his chin forwards and bunching his fists.
‘Ain’t me you need to worry about,’ she answered from the shadows. ‘Lizzie’s back, and if you don’t do what I say, it’s her you’ll answer to.’
‘Lizzie?’ asked the lad, taking a step backwards.
‘Bony Lizzie. She’s my aunt. Don’t tell me you ain’t heard of her…’
Have you ever felt time slow so much that it almost appears to stop? Ever listened to a clock when the next tick seems to take for ever to follow the last tock? Well, it was just like that until, very suddenly, the girl hissed loudly through her clenched teeth. Then she spoke again.
‘Go on,’ she said. ‘Be off with you! Be gone, be quick or be dead!’
The effect on the gang was immediate. I glimpsed the expression on some of their faces and saw that they weren’t just afraid. They were terrified and close to panic. Their leader turned on his heels and immediately fled down the hill with the others close behind him.
I didn’t know why they were so scared but I felt like running too. The girl was staring at me with wide eyes and I didn’t feel able to control my limbs properly. I felt like a mouse paralysed by the stare of a stoat about to pounce at any moment.
I forced my left foot to move and slowly turned my body towards the trees to follow the direction my nose was pointing, but I was still gripping the Spook’s sack. Whoever she was, I still wasn’t going to give it up.
‘Ain’t you going to run as well?’ she asked me.
I shook my head but my mouth was very dry and I couldn’t trust myself to try and speak. I knew the words would come out wrong.
She was probably about my own age – if anything slightly younger. Her face was nice enough, for she had large brown eyes, high cheekbones and long black hair. She wore a black dress tied tightly at the waist with a piece of white string. But as I took all this in, I suddenly noticed something that troubled me.
The girl was wearing pointy shoes, and immediately I remembered the Spook’s warning. But I stood my ground, determined not to run like the others.
‘Ain’t you going to thank me?’ she asked. ‘Be nice to get some thanks.’
‘Thanks,’ I said lamely, just managing to get the word out first time.
‘Well, that’s a start,’ she said. ‘But to thank me properly, you need to give me something, don’t you? A cake and an apple will do for now. It ain’t much to ask. There’s plenty in the sack and Old Gregory won’t notice, and if he does, he won’t say anything.’
I was shocked to hear her call the Spook ‘Old Gregory’. I knew he wouldn’t like being called that and it told me two things. Firstly, the girl had little respect for him, and secondly, she wasn’t the least bit afraid of him. Back where I came from, most people shivered even at the thought that the Spook might be in the neighbourhood.
‘I’m sorry.’ I said, ‘but I can’t do that. They’re not mine to give.’
She glared at me hard then and didn’t speak for a long time. I thought at one point that she was going to hiss at me through her teeth. I stared back at her, trying not to blink, until at last a faint smile lit up her face and she spoke again.
‘Then I’ll have to settle for a promise.’
‘A promise?’ I asked, wondering what she meant.
‘A promise to help me just as I helped you. I don’t need any help right now, but perhaps one day I might.’
‘That’s fine,’ I told her. ‘If you ever need any help in the future then just ask.’
‘What’s your name?’ she asked, giving me a really broad smile.
‘Tom Ward.’
‘Well, my name’s Alice and I live yonder,’ she said, pointing back through the trees. ‘I’m Bony Lizzie’s favourite niece.’
Bony Lizzie was a strange name but it would have been rude to mention it. Whoever she was, her name had been enough to scare the village lads.
That was the end of our conversation. We both turned then to go our separate ways, but as we walked away, Alice called over her shoulder, ‘Take care now. You don’t want to end up like Old Gregory’s last apprentice.’
‘What happened to him?’ I asked.
‘Better ask Old Gregory!’ she shouted, as she disappeared back into the trees.
When I got back, the Spook checked the contents of the sack carefully, ticking things off from a list.
‘Did you have any trouble down in the village?’ he asked, when he’d finally finished.
‘Some lads followed me up the hill and asked me to open the sack but I told them no,’ I said.
‘That was very brave of you,’ said the Spook. ‘Next time it won’t do any harm to let them have a few apples and cakes. Life’s hard enough as it is, but some of them come from very poor families. I always order extra in case they ask for some.’
I felt annoyed then. If only he’d told me that in advance! ‘I didn’t like to do it without asking you first,’ I said.
The Spook raised his eyebrows. ‘Did you want to give them a few apples and cakes?’
‘I don’t like being bullied,’ I said, ‘but some of them did look really hungry.’
‘Then next time trust your instincts and use your initiative,’ said the Spook. ‘Trust the voice inside you. It’s rarely wrong. A spook depends a lot on that because it can sometimes mean the difference between life and death. So that’s another thing we need to find out about you. Whether or not your instincts can be relied on.’
He paused, staring at me hard, his green eyes searching my face. ‘Any trouble with girls?’ he asked suddenly.
It was because I was still annoyed that I didn’t give a straight answer to his question.
‘No trouble at all,’ I answered.
It wasn’t a lie because Alice had helped me, which was the opposite of trouble. Still, I knew he really meant had I met any girls and I knew I should have told him about her. Especially with her wearing pointy shoes.
I made lots of mistakes as an apprentice and that was my second serious one – not telling the Spook the whole truth.