'Yeah,' Lee said. 'It's been great.'
'I'm looking forward to a hot shower though,' Fi said. 'And decent food.'
'Let's do this again,' Corrie said. 'Back here in the same place with the same people.'
'Yeah, OK,' Homer said, obviously thinking of another five days to spend adoring Fi.
'Let's keep this place a secret,' Robyn said. 'Otherwise everyone'll start using it and it'll be wrecked in no time.'
'It is a good campsite,' I said. 'Next time we should have a proper search for where the hermit lived.'
'He might have just had a shelter here and it's fallen down,' Lee said.
'But he built that bridge so well. You'd think he'd build his shelter even better.'
'Well maybe he just lived in a cave or something.'
True Confessions resumed, but I went to bed before they could make me confess to all the things I'd done with Steve. I figured I'd told enough already, so I got out while the going was good. But I still didn't sleep well. Like I said, normally I was a heavy sleeper, but the last few nights I just couldn't settle down to it. To my own surprise I realised I was quite anxious to get home, to see how things were, to make sure it was all OK. I did feel some kind of strange anxiety.
In the morning everyone got moving early, but it's a funny thing, you can have ninety per cent of the work done in the first hour, but the other ten per cent takes at least two hours. That's Ellie's Law. So it was nearly eleven o'clock and starting to warm up before we were ready to go. A last check of the fire, a regretful farewell to our secret clearing, and we hit the track.
It was a steep climb, and we soon began to realise why we hadn't been too keen to do day trips back up onto Tailor's Stitch. Our biggest motivation, apart from Fi's enthusiasm for showers and food, was to see where the track started at the top. We couldn't figure out how we—and all those other people over the years—had missed it. So we kept plugging along, sweating and grunting up the hardest bits, sometimes pushing the person in front through a narrow gap in Satan's Steps. I noticed Homer stayed close to Fi, giving her helpful pushes whenever he got the chance, and she'd smile at him and he'd go red. Could she possibly like him, maybe? I wondered. Or was she enjoying stringing him along? It'd serve Homer right if a girl did that to him. One girl could get revenge for all of us.
Our packs were lighter, thanks to all the food we'd eaten, though after a short time they felt as heavy as ever. But soon enough we were close to the top, and looking ahead to see where we'd come out. The answer, when we got close enough to tell, was surprising. The track suddenly veered right away from Satan's Steps and struck out across a landslide of loose gravel and rocks. This was the first time we'd been out in the open since leaving the campsite. It took a few minutes to find it again on the other side, because it was much fainter and thinner. It was like going from a road onto a four-wheel-drive track. It was in public view, but it still would have been invisible to anyone standing on the arete. And anyone stumbling across it would have thought it was just an animal track.
It continued to wind upwards then, finishing at a big old gum tree near Wombegonoo. The last hundred metres were through scrub so thick that we had to bend double to get along the path. It was almost like a tunnel, but it was very clever because people looking down from Wombegonoo would see only impenetrable bush. The gum tree was at the base of a sheet of rock that stretched up to Wombegonoo's summit. It was an unusual tree, because it had multiple trunks, which must have parted from each other in its early days, so that now they grew out like petals on a poppy. The track actually started in the bowl in the middle of the tree: it brought us cunningly into the bowl by leading us under one of the trunks. The bowl was so big that the seven of us could squash into it. Either side of the tree and below it was the jungly scrub of Hell; above was the sheet of rock which, as Robyn said, would leave no tracks. It was a perfect setup.
We took a break on Wombegonoo, not for long because we had virtually no food left and we'd all been too lazy to carry any water up from the creek. It was about a forty minute walk to the faithful Landrover, which we found where we'd left it, backed in under the shady trees, patiently waiting. We fell upon it with cries of delight, getting into the water first, then pigging out on the food, even the healthy stuff that we'd rejected five days earlier. It's amazing how quickly your attitudes can change. I remember hearing on the radio someone saying how prisoners of war had been so grateful for any little scrap of food when they were liberated at the end of World War Two, then two days later they were complaining because they got chicken noodle soup instead of tomato. That was just like us—and still is. That day at the Landie I was dreaming of an ice cream I'd chucked out from the fridge at home a week earlier, because it had too many little ice crystals sticking to it. I'd have given anything to have had it back in my hand. I couldn't believe how casually I'd thrown it away. But after an hour or two at home I guess I would have thrown it away again.
Once we got to the Landrover it seemed like the others lost any sense of urgency to get home. It was a hot day, humid, with quite a lot of low cloud drifting past. You couldn't see the coast at all. It was the kind of weather that sapped your energy. That wasn't really true for me though. I was still a bit uneasy, keen to get back, wanting to check that everything was OK. But I couldn't force the others to go at my pace. I was affected by Robyn telling me just that morning that I was bossy. I was a bit hurt by that, especially coming from Robyn, who didn't normally say unkind things. So I kept quiet while everyone lay around in the patchy sunlight, sleeping off the effects of all the food we'd just eaten.
After a while Kevin and Corrie disappeared down the road a way. Homer was lying as close as he dared get to Fi, but she didn't seem to be taking any notice of him. I talked to Lee a bit, about life in the restaurant. It was interesting. I didn't realise how hard it was. He said his parents wouldn't use microwaves or any modern inventions—they still did things in the traditional way—so that meant a lot more work. His father went down to the markets twice a week, leaving at 3.30 in the morning. I didn't think running a restaurant would suit me, once I heard that.
Eventually, around midafternoon, we got going, picking up Kevin and Corrie down the road a kilometre or so. We lurched our way down at about the same speed as we'd lurched our way up. As we got a better view of the plains we were surprised to see six different fires in the distance, scattered across the countryside. Two looked quite big. It was really too early in the year for major bushfires, but too late for burning off. But that was the only unusual thing we noticed, and none of the fires was remotely close to our places.
At the river there was a majority vote for a swim, so we stopped again for a long time, more than an hour. I was getting quite edgy, but there was nothing I could do to hurry them up. I only swam for five minutes, and Lee didn't go in at all, so when I came out of the water I sat and talked to him again. After a while I said, 'I wish they'd get a move on. I'm really keen to get home.'
Lee looked at me and said, 'Why?'
'I don't know. I'm in a funny mood. A bad mood.'
'Yes, you seem a bit wound up.'
'Maybe it's those fires. I can't figure them out.'
'But you've been uptight most of this hike.'
'Have I? Yes, I suppose I have. I don't know why.'
'It's strange,' Lee said slowly, 'but I feel the same way.'
'Do you? You don't show it.'
'I try not to.'
'Yes, I believe that.'
'Maybe it's guilt,' I added, after a while. 'I feel bad about missing the Show. We exhibit there quite a lot. Dad thinks we should support it. It takes ages, grooming stock and getting them in there and brushing and feeding and walking them, and then presenting them. Dad was cool about it, and I did help groom them, but I left him with an awful lot of work.'
'Do you only take them in there to help keep the Show going?'
'No ... It's quite an important show, especially for Charolais. It helps keep your name in front of pe
ople, so they realise you're a serious breeder. You've got to be so PR conscious nowadays.'
'That's one thing the same about restaurants ... Here they come.'
Sure enough Robyn and Fi, the last two people left in the water, were coming out, dripping and laughing. Fi looked fantastic, flicking her long hair out of her eyes and moving with the grace of a heron. I sneaked a look at Homer. Kevin was talking to him and Homer was trying to act like he was listening, while he stared frantically at Fi out of the corner of his eye. But looking again at Fi, I was sure that she knew. There was something just a bit self-conscious about the way she was walking, and the way she stood there in the cooling sunlight, like a model doing a fashion shoot on a beach. I think she knew, and loved it.
It was about half an hour from the swimming hole to home. I don't know if I was happy that day—those tense and edgy feelings were getting stronger and stronger—but I do know I've never been happy since.
Chapter Six
The dogs were dead. That was my first thought. They didn't jump around and bark when we drove in, or moan with joy when I ran over to them, like they always had done. They lay beside their little galvanised iron humpies, flies all over them, oblivious to the last warmth of the sun. Their eyes were red and desperate and their snouts were covered with dried froth. I was used to them stretching their chains to their limits—they did that in their manic dancing whenever they saw me coming—but now their chains were stretched and still and there was blood around their necks, where their collars had held. Of the five dogs four were young. They shared a water bucket but somehow they had knocked it over and it lay on its side, dry and empty. I checked them quickly, in horror, one by one: all dead. I ran to Millie, their old mother, whom we'd separated from the young dogs because they irritated her. Her bucket was still standing and held a little water; as I came close to her she suddenly gave a feeble wag of her tail and tried to stand. I was shocked that she was still alive, after I'd made up my mind that she too must be dead.
The rational thing to do would have been to leave her and rush into the house, because I knew that nothing so awful could have happened to the dogs unless something more awful had happened to my parents. But I had already stopped thinking rationally. I slipped Millie's chain off and the old dog staggered to her feet, then collapsed forward onto her front knees. I decided, brutally, that I couldn't spend any more time with her. I'd helped her enough. I called to Corrie 'Do something for the dog', and started running for the house. Corrie was already moving that way; her mind was working faster than the others, who were still standing around looking shocked, starting to realise that something was wrong but not making the connections that I was making. I was making them too fast, and that was adding to my terror. Corrie hesitated, turned towards the dogs, then called to Kevin, 'Look after the dogs Kev'. Then she followed me.
In the house nothing was wrong, and that was what was wrong. There was no sign of life at all. Everything was neat and tidy. At that time of day there should have been food spread out on the kitchen table, there should have been dishes in the sink, the TV should have been chattering in the background. But all was silent. Corrie opened the door behind me and came in quietly. 'Jesus, what's happened,' she said, not as a question. The tone of her voice terrified me even more. I just stood there.
'What's wrong with the dogs?' she asked.
'They're all dead except Millie, and she's nearly dead.'
I was looking around for a note, a note to me, but there was nothing.
'Let's ring someone,' she said. 'Let's ring my parents.'
'No. Ring Homer's parents, they're nearest. They'll know.'
She picked up the phone and handed it to me. I turned it to 'Talk' and started pressing numbers, then realised that I'd heard no dial tone. I held it closer to my ear. There was nothing. I felt a new kind of fear now; a kind of fear I hadn't even known about before.
'There's nothing,' I said to Corrie.
'Oh Jesus,' she said again. Her eyes got very wide and she started going quite white.
Robyn and Fi came into the kitchen, with the others close behind them.
'What's happening?' they were asking. 'What's wrong?'
Kevin came in carrying Millie.
'Get her some food from the coolroom,' I said.
'I'll go,' Homer said.
I tried to explain everything, but I got confused trying to do it as quickly as possible, and ended up taking too long. So I stopped, and just said wildly, 'We've got to do something'.
At that moment Homer came in with a bowl of mince and a smell. 'The power's off in the coolroom,' he said. 'It stinks terrible.'
'Terribly,' I said, in absent-minded fear.
He just looked at me.
Robyn went to the TV as Homer and Kevin tried to persuade Millie to eat. We watched Robyn as she switched on the set, but it too was dead. 'This is weird,' she said.
'Did they say they were going away?' Fi asked.
I didn't bother to answer.
'If your grandmother got sick...' Corrie said.
'So they cut off the power?' I asked sarcastically.
'Some big electrical problem?' Kevin suggested. 'Maybe if the power was off for days they had to move.'
'They'd have left a note,' I snapped. 'They wouldn't let the dogs die.'
There was a moment's silence. No one knew what to say.
'There's just no explanation that fits all this,' Robyn said.
'It's like UFO stuff,' Kevin said. 'Like aliens have taken them away.' Then, seeing the expression on my face, he quickly added, 'I'm not trying to make a joke of it Ellie. I know something bad's happened. I just can't figure what it could possibly be.'
Lee whispered something to Robyn. I didn't bother to ask them what it was. When I saw the naked fear on Robyn's face, I didn't want to ask.
I made a big mental effort to get control of myself.
'Let's get back to the Landrover,' I said. 'Bring the dog. We'll go down to Homer's.'
'Wait a sec,' Lee said. 'Have you got a transistor radio? A battery one?'
'Um, yes, I don't know where,' I said, looking at him strangely. I still didn't know what he had in mind but I didn't like the look on his face, any more than I'd liked the look on Robyn's. 'Why?'
But I didn't want him to answer.
'I've got my Walkman in the Landrover,' Robyn said.
He turned to her. 'Have you heard any news bulletins since we've been away?'
'No. I tried a few times to pick up radio stations, but I couldn't get any. I guess the cliffs around Hell cut them off.'
'Can you find your radio?' Lee said to me.
'I guess.' I ran to my bedroom. I didn't want to be wasting time like this; I desperately wanted to get to Homer's place and run to kind Mrs Yannos and have her hug me and hold me and explain everything away, so that it became just a simple little mistake. But there was something terrible in Lee's mind and I couldn't ignore it.
I came back with the radio, switching it on as I rushed along the corridor, spinning the tuner to find a station. By the time I got to the kitchen I'd already scanned the whole range once and got nothing but static. Must have gone too fast, I thought, like I always do. I never learn. I started the second search as the others watched anxiously, uncomprehending. This time I was slow and careful, but the result was the same: nothing.
Now we were all really frightened. We looked at Lee, as though we expected him magically to have the answer. He just shook his head. 'I don't know,' he said. 'Let's get to Homer's.'
As with the radio, so with the Landrover. I revved it so hard and dropped the clutch so roughly that Kevin, who was still sitting down, hit his head and hurt it, nearly dropping Millie, whom he was still nursing. The Landie kangaroo-hopped a few metres and stalled. I could hear Grandma's voice saying 'More haste, less speed'. I took a deep breath and tried again, more calmly. This time was better. We went out the gate and down the road, with me saying to Homer, 'I forgot to check the chooks'.
'
OK Ellie,' he said, 'it'll be cool. We'll work it out.' But he didn't look at me, just sat forward on the seat, peering anxiously through the windscreen.
Homer's place is about a k and a half from ours.
The one thing we wanted to see, the only thing, as we approached, was movement.
There was none. As we bumped over the cattle grid I was pressing the horn, making it roar, until Lee called out urgently from the back, 'Don't do that Ellie'. Again I was scared to ask why, but I stopped pressing the horn. We skidded hard to a halt near the front door and Homer hit the ground running. He flung the door open and ran in, calling 'Mum! Dad!'
But before I'd even left the driver's seat the hollowness of his voice gave me my answer.
I walked towards the door. As I did so I heard the Landrover start up behind me. I turned and looked. Lee was at the wheel. I watched. He was a terrible driver, but with much over-revving he got the vehicle into the shadows under the big old peppercorn tree, behind the tank stand. Memories of a light-hearted conversation in Hell suddenly came back to me. And suddenly I knew, and I hated and feared the memory. Lee climbed out of the car and came walking towards me, heading for the front door. I screamed at him, 'Lee! You're wrong! Stop doing these things! Stop thinking these things! You're wrong!'
Robyn came up behind me and grabbed my arm.
'He probably is,' she said. 'But the radio...' She paused. 'Hold yourself together Ellie. Just till we know.'
We walked into the house together. As we went through the front door into the bleak dead silence she added, 'Pray hard Ellie. Pray really hard. I am.'
I could hear a bellowing noise from out the back of the house, so I walked straight through to the yard, and found Homer, grim-faced, trying to milk their cow. Milk was leaking from her teats, and she was shifting uncomfortably and bellowing whenever he tried to touch her.
'Can you milk, Ellie?' he asked quietly.
'No, sorry Homer. I never learned. I'll ask the others.'
As I went back in he called out, 'The budgie in the sunroom Ellie'.