For a moment I glimpsed Lizzie’s head again. Her hands covered her face and blood ran down between her fingers. She staggered towards the cliff edge, leaning back at an impossible angle. Her eyes were black sockets in the moonlight, her mouth wide open in a scream, the sound lost amongst the shrieking of the birds. The seagulls obscured her again; when they soared upwards, she was gone.

I ran to the cliff and peered down. For a moment her broken body was visible below. Then a big wave engulfed her, its ebb dragging her into the sea’s salty embrace. The bone witch was no more.

‘Well, that’s the end of her, lad,’ the Spook said, walking up to stand beside me. ‘If she’s not dead already, that salty sea will kill her quickly. Then she’ll be food for the fishes. They’ll eat the heart and everything. She won’t be coming back.’

‘Poor Adriana and Simon have gone as well,’ I said sadly. I could see no trace of their bodies on the rocks below. The sea had taken them too.

My master nodded. ‘Aye, that was a bad business, lad – but that girl helped to save our lives. She was a witch all right – no doubt about it!’

‘But what kind of witch was she?’ I asked. ‘She didn’t use blood or bone magic and didn’t have a familiar.’

‘She was something new to me, lad. I’ve certainly never met her like before. Maybe she simply had a special ability, one that can’t be learned and passed on to others.’

‘Adriana was a benign witch,’ I insisted.

My master didn’t reply. I knew he didn’t agree. Adriana had used some kind of magic to kill. To his way of thinking, the fact that she’d killed Lizzie, a malevolent witch, was irrelevant. She had still employed the dark.

I heard a noise behind us, and turned to see Alice limping along. The Spook looked at us in turn. ‘What Lizzie said about you selling your soul and employing a blood jar… please set my mind at ease and tell me she was lying,’ he said quietly.

‘I can’t,’ I said, bowing my head. ‘It’s true. I owe the Fiend my soul. Alice made a blood jar, and that’s the only thing keeping him away. That’s why I couldn’t leave her behind. If I do, the Fiend will claim her in revenge for saving me.’

‘Why did you give him your soul?’ he asked, frowning at me. ‘What sort of a fool would sell his soul to the Fiend?’

‘I did it at Meteora, in Greece. It’s a long story, but without that we’d all be dead now, and the whole world – not just the County – would be at risk…’

The Spook sighed; it was a sound filled with sadness and a hint of despair. ‘We’ll find somewhere to rest,’ he said quietly. ‘I’m weary. We’ll talk in the morning.’

His head bowed, he turned and began to walk away, heading back towards the mill, where we needed to collect our bags. Once he had his back to us, Alice put her hand in the pocket of her skirt and drew out some objects, flinging them over the cliff and into the sea. They gleamed silver in the moonlight as they fell, the same colour as the tears that glistened in her eyes.

They were the thumb-bones of the shaman.

Luckily we quickly stumbled upon the ruin of a cottage. There were just three walls standing, and no roof, but it provided some shelter, and fortunately it didn’t rain again, so we settled down there for the rest of the night.

We awoke at dawn, cold and stiff, and the Spook set about building a fire while I went off to catch rabbits for our breakfast. I only managed to get one, which I skinned and gutted before Alice cooked it. There wasn’t really enough to go round but it took the edge off my hunger.

As we ate, it began to drizzle, and dark clouds gathered from the west. There was worse weather to come.

At last there came the full reckoning.

‘Right, it’s time to talk!’ commanded the Spook. ‘Don’t leave anything out. I want to know everything. I don’t care how bad it is, I want to know it all. Let’s start with you, girl. Tell me about the blood jar. Did you fashion it?’

Alice nodded.

‘Am I right in thinking you’ve put your own blood in it – the blood of a daughter of the Fiend – and the blood of my apprentice, Tom?’

Alice nodded again and bowed her head.

‘Well, lad, I’m finding this hard to believe. You actually gave your own blood for the purposes of a dark magic spell?’

‘No!’ Alice cried defiantly. ‘Ain’t true, that. Tom was unconscious when I took it. Back in Greece, there was a rock-fall in a cave. Knocked out, he was, so I took three drops of his blood and added them to mine in the jar. Tom didn’t even know about it. It was only later, when the Fiend came for him, that I pushed it into his hand. After that Tom had to keep it on him to stop the Fiend coming back and dragging him off to the dark. I have to stay close to Tom as well, else he’ll take his revenge on me!’

‘So tell me what you got for your soul,’ the Spook asked.

I explained how the Fiend had given me three things: the location of our terrible enemy, the Ordeen; a delay of one hour before she awoke; and, finally, the lives of him and Alice, who were facing imminent death.

‘Not only that, he showed me the future,’ I said. ‘Thousands would have been massacred that day – men, women and children. Had the Ordeen won, the County would have been the next place to be destroyed. In the past I’ve resisted the temptations of the dark – even when the lives of my own family were at risk. This time it was the County in danger. And you’ve always taught me that we protect it, and that our first duty is to the County and its people. So in the end that’s why I did it. Not for Alice, not for you – for the County. It seemed worth my soul at the time.’

‘Show me,’ the Spook said quietly.

I reached into my breeches pocket and pulled out the small jar. I held it in my open palm so that he could see it properly.

‘Give it to me,’ my master ordered.

‘It’s dangerous even to let it out of my possession-’

‘Hand it over, lad!’ he commanded angrily, raising his voice.

Nervously I did as he asked. He peered at it closely, and for a moment his fingers gripped the stopper. One twist and it would be open, and he could pour away the drops of blood. My heart was in my mouth.

‘What if I were to smash this now, or drain it of its contents?’ he asked me. ‘Could the girl make another?’

‘Ain’t possible to make another to save Tom,’ said Alice. ‘You can only use a spell like that once.’

‘And it would be the end of me and Alice,’ I added. ‘The Fiend would come for us. We’d be dead and our souls dragged off to the dark. You too probably – he wouldn’t spare the life of a spook.’

‘Don’t try to scare me, lad. I’ll do what’s right, whatever the cost.’

‘I wasn’t trying to scare you. Just telling you how things are. I’ve thought about it a lot,’ I retorted.

‘Would he come right away?’ asked the Spook, looking thoughtful. ‘Tell me that, girl. You made it, so you should know. I’ve never encountered this type of jar before.’

‘Could be here in the blink of an eye,’ Alice told him.

‘What a miserable existence you’ve got ahead of you,’ said the Spook, shaking his head. ‘Living in fear with just this little jar standing between you and a terrible fate. Then, when you die, which is inevitable, the Fiend will be waiting for you. He’ll collect your soul the minute you draw your last breath.’

‘Not if Tom manages to bind or destroy him first-’

‘And how on earth is he going to manage that?’ demanded the Spook.

Alice shrugged. ‘Tom’s mam believed he would do it one day-’

‘Did she ever say how it could be done?’

‘Perhaps the secret is buried amongst her papers and notebooks in Malkin Tower,’ I suggested.

‘Well, lad, that might be so, but the last time I was there I found nothing like that. And Malkin Tower is a long way from here, across the sea and now behind enemy lines. I can’t help thinking that if your mam really had known how to bind or destroy the Fiend, she’d have told you before we went to Greece. After all, as her letters told us, she thought she’d have to sacrifice her own life to defeat her enemy. No, I think she hoped that you might discover a way to do it yourself.’