Sunday, June 5, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 62.06

“Yes.” Peters sighed. “We still see her at Christmas and mum's birthday, though she gets less conspicuous each time. She sort of blends into the wall paper, if you know what I mean.”

“I do, actually.” White stood, smoothing off his trousers with his free hand. “Right. That's it for this level, I believe. Shall we try the next one down?”

“What's the point? There's nothing down here, sir, bar a case of the willies. What are you hoping to find that we haven't found already? Shore of prising some of those bricks out we haven't found anything out of the ordinary, and nothing we could arrest Waterman for other than a threat to Health and Safety through excessive jam storage.”

“Where's your sense of adventure, Peters? Your curiosity? This is probably the only time you'll ever get to have a shufty at the bowels of Laverstone Manor. Look at how old this place is. I never imagined it dated back to Roman times. I always thought it was fifteenth century.”

“I heard it was built on top of a coaching inn.”

“Obviously not, or the coaching inn was built here because there was already a settlement.” White led the way to the stairs. “Imagine there being a settlement here for thousands of years.”

“We know that already sir. The standing stones, for one thing.”

“Aye. They knew a thing or two, those stoners.”

“Stone agers, sir. Stoners are something altogether different.” Peters grimaced. “Well... except at midsummer, anyway.”

“Did you know there was a barrow on the moors? Possibly more. And a dolman in the middle of Hobb's Wood? Ancient burial sites. Have you ever wondered 'why here'?”

“Not really sir. Why anywhere? Why is Glastonbury such a popular tourist attraction? Me and the missus went there last Easter and it's all hippy shops and ruined buildings. I swear you can get a THD just high from walking down the high street.”

“Legend, Peters. King Arthur and Knights of Avalon. Joseph and he technicolour thorn bush. The Holy Grail and the Fairy Queen. Some traveller attaches a tale to a place and it grows from there. Just thank your lucky stars it's not Laverstone.”


Stephanie said...

Yes, she says dryly. Thank goodness it isn't Laverstone.

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