by Perrin Briar
“Then do it for me,” Bill said.
Ernest sighed, grumbled, and then held his father’s hand. Everyone else followed suit and bowed their heads.
“Father,” Bill said. “I know it’s been a while since we last spoke to you, but we never forgot you. We’re in need of your help, O Lord. You brought us to this island of safety, and we are truly thankful. And we are also thankful for the five months of peace you afforded us. Please protect us during this, our darkest hour. Protect my family, for they are good honest believers in you.”
Ernest cleared his throat.
“Thank you for all your kindness,” Bill said. “Amen.”
The family, including a half-hearted whisper from Ernest, chorused: “Amen.”
“Can we eat now?” Ernest said. “Or shall we pray to the sun and the rocks as well?”
“We can eat,” Bill said.
Everyone dug in.
Chapter Fifteen
“I ATE SO much I’m not sure if the winch can take me,” Fritz said, holding his stomach in his hands.
“You’d better go up last, then,” Ernest said, reaching for the winch to their treehouse. “Because I’m going to sleep like a log tonight.”
“I’ll give you a hand with the washing up,” Bill said to Liz, who was stacking the plates.
“It’s okay,” Liz said. “Let’s just leave it on the table. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“What about the leftovers?”
“We’ll keep the meat, but you can give the vegetables to the animals.”
Bill piled the leftover vegetables onto a plate and went around the corner to the animal pens. He went to the pig trough and slid the food into it. The pigs made quick work of it. Then he opened the gates to all the pens and ushered the animals out. He led the goats and sheep out by their collars and the cows by their bells.
With Valiant the bull, he was more cautious, and left him to make his own way out. He left Lightfoot in his stall, the door closed. Bill shut the gates behind the other animals to prevent their return. He clapped his hands and made loud noises, startling the animals into running into the jungle that backed onto Falcon’s Nest.
He went back around to the front of the treehouse and found Liz wasn’t there. He held onto the winch, and pulled himself up. He stepped into the treehouse. Installed on the handrail of the balcony were three steel bells of a similar design to those found in old manor houses answered by serving men. Bill tugged on the wire that led off into the jungle. He shut the swing doors.
Liz was in the bedroom in her nightclothes: a baggy T-shirt and shorts. She was pinning her hair back, looking into the full-length mirror. She was a beauty, Bill reflected. Her natural dark hair had been bleached to a lighter tone by the sun, bringing out the sparkle of her green eyes.
The continuous activities in maintaining the home had kept her in as good a shape as a woman ten years her junior. Bill approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. She held his arms as they rocked side to side. He kissed her on the neck and nuzzled her ear. She turned around and kissed him on the lips. It was slow, close, and sensual. He felt like she was trying to pass meaning through it to him.
“Shall we go to bed?” Bill said.
Liz shook her head.
“Why?” Bill said.
“It’ll feel like it’s the last time,” Liz said. “I don’t want it to feel like that.”
“It will be the last time,” Bill said, nodding. “The last time we do it with an island full of Lurchers.”
Liz smiled, and leaned her head against Bill’s chest. He kissed her, and then led her toward the bed.
Chapter Sixteen
ERNEST SAT in the corner with a candle reading Around the World in Eighty Days, clinging to it like it were a life raft. Fritz stroked the top of Beauty’s head with a feather. She had her eyes closed and was drifting to sleep. Jack sat with Nip in his lap, stroking his hair. Ernest looked up from his book.
“Are you scared about tomorrow?” Ernest said.
“No,” Fritz said. “You?”
“No. Jack?”
“Nuh-uh,” Jack said.
There was a pause.
“I’m scared,” Francis said.
“You don’t need to be scared,” Fritz said, wrapping an arm around him. “You’ve got three big brothers to take care of you.”
“But who’ll take care of you?” Francis said.
“Mum and Dad.”
“Who’ll take care of them?”
“You will.”
That made Francis smile.
“Yes,” he said. “I will.”
“We’ll protect each other,” Fritz said, “and we’ll all be here again tomorrow night. You just wait and see.”
Everyone went back to their activities. The atmosphere felt a little more relaxed. Fritz looked at Beauty. Her eyes were closed. Fritz’s smile faded. He put on the handling glove and lifted Beauty off her perch. He spoke in a low whisper.
“You have to go now,” Fritz said. “You have to take care of yourself from now on. Go and have lots of chicks and lead a good life. Do me a favour: name one of them after me. Okay?”
He went to the window and raised his arm, but she wouldn’t fly. Fritz pointed out the window.
“Go!” he said.
Beauty cocked her head to the side in confusion. Fritz thrust his arm forward, and Beauty took flight out the window. He closed it behind her.
“Where’s Beauty going?” Francis said.
“Home,” Fritz said, wiping a tear from his eye. “She’s going home.”
Chapter Seventeen
BILL FINISHED writing his journal entry and sat with his sons at the breakfast table. Sunlight spilled through the porthole windows and swing doors, but the space was still a little dark.
“I’m honestly not hungry,” Fritz said, taking a seat at the breakfast table. “I’m still full from last night.”
Liz stood at the oven frying bacon in a pan.
“Try to eat something,” she said. “It’s going to be a long day. Where’s Jack and Ernest?”
“Probably still asleep,” Fritz said. “You know what they’re like.”
Bill got up and moved to the swing doors.
“They need to get up soon,” he said. “We’ve got a lot to do.”
Across the way in the boys’ treehouse, Ernest approached the winch.
“Ernest!” Bill said.
“What?” Ernest said.
“Can you wake Jack up? We need to eat breakfast and get to work.”
Ernest disappeared inside the treehouse. Liz spooned some crispy bacon onto a plate and put it in the centre of the table. Francis reached over and took a few slices.
“You’re an animal,” Fritz said.
Francis shrugged.
“I’m hungry,” he said.
Ernest appeared in the doorway across the way.
“He’s not here,” Ernest said.
“What?” Bill said. “Then where is he?”
Ernest shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he said.
Ernest strapped himself into the winch and eased himself down to the ground. Bill turned to the others.
“Jack isn’t in his bed,” he said.
“What?” Fritz said. “Then where is he?”
“Think carefully,” Bill said. “Did you see Jack go to bed last night?”
“Yes,” Fritz said. “If he’s not there now, he must have left early this morning.”
Liz and Bill shared a concerned expression. Ernest stepped off the winch and into Falcon’s Nest.
“He’s probably just out climbing somewhere,” Ernest said. “You know what he’s like.”
The winch creaked as someone wound their way up. Jack stepped into the treehouse.
“Jack!” Liz said. “Where have you been?”
“I went to go check on the traps,” he said.
“You what?” Liz said.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I kept to the trees, but
I found-”
“Jack, you are never ever to go near the traps by yourself,” Bill said. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, but-”
“You could have hurt yourself!” Liz said.
“Will you two be quiet for a minute?” Ernest said. “Jack wants to say something.”
Liz folded her arms and turned to Jack.
“Well?” she said.
“I woke up this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep,” Jack said, “so I went to go check up on the traps. And when I got there I saw two of them had been set off.”
Liz looked at Bill.
“I thought they weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow?” she said.
“They shouldn’t be,” Bill said.
He turned to Jack.
“Did you see what was inside the traps?” he said.
Jack shook his head.
“No,” he said. “I rushed here as fast as I could to tell you.”
“We’d best go take a look then, hadn’t we?” Ernest said.
“After breakfast,” Liz said.
Besides Francis, nobody ate.
Chapter Eighteen
BILL PUSHED the foliage aside and looked out at the open space. A bird flittered to a tree and perched on a net full of coconuts. It lifted its wing and groomed itself. One trap had been set off in the middle of the assault course, another at the far end.
“Fritz, Ernest, with me,” Bill said.
“I’m coming too,” Jack said. “I was the one who found it.”
“I’m coming too,” Liz said.
“And me!” Francis said.
“All right,” Bill said. “Everyone just watch your step.”
The Flowers stepped out into the clearing and edged their way around the covered holes. They got to the one uncovered in the centre. They heard the frantic buzzing of flies before they saw what was inside. It was a wild pig, the sharpened spikes jutting up through its body. Francis’s stomach heaved.
“I’m gonna be sick,” he said. “I’ll never eat bacon again.”
“We’d best cover the hole over again,” Bill said.
“No, wait,” Ernest said. “I have an idea. Dad, give me your machete.”
He did.
“Fritz,” Ernest said, “lower me into the hole.”
“What for?” Fritz said.
“Just do it, will you.”
Fritz lowered Ernest into the hole. Ernest stepped with his feet over the upraised spikes and batted away the flies with his hand. He hacked at the joint of the pig’s back leg. Once it was off he raised it up for Fritz to take.
“Thanks, Ern,” Fritz said. “But my birthday was a few months ago.”
“Give it to Jack,” Ernest said. “Jack, can you-?”
“I know what to do,” Jack said.
Jack took off up a tree. Ernest watched and waited with a smile on his face. Jack made it to a branch twenty feet up and crawled along it.
“Is anyone else confused?” Liz said.
“Categorically,” Fritz said.
“Watch,” Ernest said.
Jack pulled a vine free from the branch, held it taut, took the knife he kept in his back pocket and cut the vine. Then he tied the pig leg to the vine and lowered it down over the hole. A smile spread across Bill and Liz’s faces.
“Where do you want it, Ern?” Jack said.
“A little lower,” Ernest said. “That’s it. Perfect. Well done, Jack.”
Ernest turned back to the others.
“Well?” he said.
“‘Well’ what?” Fritz said. “What use is the meat up there?”
“Think like a Lurcher,” Ernest said. “The holes don’t have to kill them all, just hold them in place.”
Fritz began to smile.
“Ern,” he said, “if I’ve never said it before, let me say it now: You’re a genius.”
“I think you might have just given us the edge,” Bill said.
“Don’t thank me,” Ernest said. “Jack did all the hard work.”
“Climbing’s easy,” Jack said, making his way down the tree. “Thinking’s hard.”
They moved to the second trap that had been set off. When Francis peered over the edge and looked inside it, he started crying. There was a roar that shook everyone to their bones.
“It’s a tiger!” Jack said.
“I didn’t even know there was one on the island!” Ernest said.
Bill turned pale.
“After all these months,” he said. “That beast could have fallen on us at any moment…”
“But it didn’t,” Liz said. “Now it’s going to aid us against the undead.”
The tiger had knocked most of the upturned stakes aside and now paced up and down inside the hole, as if impatient to be set free.
“Do you suppose he was chasing the pig?” Jack said.
“Most likely,” Bill said.
“What shall we do?” Fritz said.
“Nothing. We’ll just cover the trap.”
Fritz rubbed his hands together.
“The Lurchers are in for a surprise!” he said.
“I’m not sure if they can feel surprise,” Bill said, “but I’m certainly looking forward to seeing what he does to them.”
They pulled some fresh leaves from the foliage and covered the hole.
“What shall we get working on today, Dad?” Fritz said.
“Fritz,” Bill said, “you show Francis how to set snares, and set them up around the Falcon and Robin’s Nest. They’ll be our last line of defence. And keep an ear out for the bells. When they start ringing, you come running.”
Fritz took Francis by the hand and led him away.
“Ernest,” Bill said, “you use the machete and hack up the rest of the pig. Give the pieces to Jack to attach to the vines. After you’ve finished, make more of these coconut contraptions.”
“Will do,” Ernest said. “Come on, Jack.”
“And what are we going to do?” Liz said.
Bill’s eyes shone.
“You’re going to help me make the most devastating trap of all,” he said.
“You big romantic.”
Chapter Nineteen
BILL AND LIZ chopped down a narrow tree and stripped away all the branches. Bill used the axe to make an indentation along the log lengthways. Then they tied a vine around each end of the trunk.
Bill attached the vines to an arrow and then shot it over a tree branch. He retrieved the vines and tied them to Lightfoot. Bill eased the donkey forward. The trunk rose five and a half feet in the air. Then they reattached the vines to the trunk. A gentle push on it made it rock side to side like a pendulum.
“Nice of you to make us a swing,” Liz said. “What’s it for?”
“It’s a beheader,” Bill said. “My own design.”
He picked up a bag that clattered like it was full of glass. He reached in and brought out a black shiny rock. It had been shaped into a long, flat ruler with a razor sharp edge.
“It’s obsidian,” Bill said. “I was shaping them into knives to give you as an anniversary present. But needs must.”
Bill jammed the knife blade lengthwise into the indentation, forming a blade.
“The Lurchers come,” he said, “we release the log, it severs their necks, crushes their heads, or knocks them into a pit. And after it swings, we can pull the vine back so the log can swing again.”
“Wonderful,” Liz said. “Fun for all the family.”
“Come on,” Bill said. “Give me a hand making another one.”
“I need to go make lunch,” Liz said. “I’ll get Fritz to help you.”
“Don’t make anything too heavy,” Bill said. “We’re going to see a lot of horrible things today. Best if it doesn’t all come back up.”
Chapter Twenty
“GOOD WORK, Francis,” Fritz said, checking his snare.
Fritz set it down on the ground and got to his feet. The courtyard between the two treehouses was thick with snar
es and traps.
“No one’s getting through this lot in one piece,” Fritz said.
“Are the bad men really bad?” Francis said with all the curiosity of an eight year old.
“Yes,” Fritz said. “And no. You see, they’re not deliberately bad, they’re just bad by nature. I’m sure if they could choose, most of them would be good.”
“But people aren’t always good. Miss Anliker, the school principal, she wasn’t good.”
“True. Maybe she was a bad man in disguise.”
Francis frowned with thought.
“She was a vegetarian,” he said. “She must have been pretending. She was a bad man!”
“Fritz,” Liz said, stepping onto the courtyard, “your father needs your help.”
“All right,” Fritz said.
He turned to Francis and held up his hand.
“Good work,” he said. “High five!”
Francis jumped and high fived Fritz’s hand. Fritz left.
“What do you think of our snares, Mum?” Francis said.
“They’re great,” Liz said. “I feel safer already. Come on, let’s go inside. You can help me make lunch.”
Tring-a-ling!
Liz’s head jerked up at the first bell. It came to a stop. Liz listened for more, but there was nothing but silence. Liz took a deep breath and took a step toward Falcon’s Nest.
Tring-a-ling! the first bell went again. Liz bent down to Francis.
“Francis,” she said, “I need you to stay and guard our home, okay?”
“But I thought we were going to make lunch?” Francis said.
Tring-a-ling! the second bell went.
“We’ll make it later,” Liz said. “Right now we’ve got a few things to do. I want you to go into the treehouse and wait there, okay?”
Tring-a-ling! the first and second bells went. The first bell paused for a second between each ring.
“But I want to go out and fight with you,” Francis said.
“You are fighting,” Liz said. “You’re defending our home. You must make sure none of the Lurchers get in while we’re away. Okay?”
Francis nodded.
