From Banbury I took a bus. “Angelfield?” said to Angelfield. Not yet, any be different .”

        ‘Are then?“

        ‘Some old ruin to be a fa run a bus taff, but for no you    do is get off at t a mile, I re.“

        t mucreet reet. I    a dozen cottages, built in pairs. inctive feature stood out—a large yeree, a c for t part eaeatly embroidered tcs rained artistry in its brieighbor like a mirror image.

        ttage    onto fields t ly defined udded rees. Farto my map,    as suc t tered for traffic, eit I sail I passed t cottage and came to a bined post offid general store.

        to topped at t-box. Small and fair, sruggling to stick stamps onto envelopes    dropping tucked under o put    taco a post at t to take er’s    sed. “I    do it! I    do it!” Sood on tiptoe and stretcestations, tossed to it and carried it across the road.

        ‘I told you so!“

        Boturned and launco a dased to a    ically so t t so close. I stooped to pick up t out too take it,    to step foruck    to bar her way and called, “Mum!”

        tcbox    , tom. Let ake it.” took t looking at me. “Say trained voices, turime ted er up to reac me again, eyeing my camera y.

        Angelfield    a place where I could be invisible.

        Suro follo totages.

        I chem go.

        tta at random, made uable celepaty. to tly familiar. I’d o c, fearful t t turn and catg, I pulled myself away.

        After a feo viees t only closed but o ts of ivy t    of te metales, a pale stone arc s sides extending into terate reader t I am, I couldn’t resist; I clambered t grass to read it. But it ice. tru pany    be, tains tly darker but not mucure. It ing, but t by months of sunshine.

        Preparing to o find a eps e set in a    a latco fasten it. In an instant I was inside.

        t no erspersed    led in a long curve to a small stone and flirees and s obscured t busing for spad at t grass and o hey could find.

        I o in Victorian times, it retaiy of its medieval ins. Small a, its spire indicated tion of    trying to pierce a . tio te and toa t ep, til at last to racks.

        t at an a    at all clear     ougo meet its arriving visitors fa, but at t minute couldn’t repress to turn bad gaze upon t terraces. tor    not by a    by a cold shoulder.

        ts of its appeararical stru. t bays, eacories ood out from tall and er. In t of t, no ts neig and rigrade tried to e arcecture toget ting stone, a partial bay, an aoo muc; it disappeared only to start up again tacle. Above trade tourrets and cacks, the color of honey.

        A ruin? Most of tone looked as    and as fres e stoneurrets looked a little rading    all t    t, birds flying around its to, I y at all in imagining ted.

        t my glasses on, and realized.

        ty of glass and tted or burned a diving do. t    a    only a shell.

        I took my glasses off again ao an intact Elizabet o a sense of brooding menace if ted indigo and t against today’s cloudless blue tself.

        A barrier stretctaco it ice. Danger. Keep Out. Notig a join in tions    lodged togeted a panel, slipped inside and pulled it to behind me.

        Skirting to t of t and sed bays, six broad, loeps led up to a paneled double door. teps als, on    cats carved out of some dark, poliserial. tions of tomy , running my fingers over one, I ed fur, artled by tone.

        It     fire-staining. Percall enougo peer inside.    I sa to bloom in my c. to all, in t of a room. t my parents’    Miss inter’s are all very different, tais, elements t remain stant in all places and for all people. Even a temporary encampment o protect it from ts, space for a person to enter, move about, and leave, and somet permits you to distinguisside. .

        Beams    one end only so t t to rest on tinguiserial t filled to ts     seeds; snoer branc. Like a pattern on o a dark tunnel. Four tall ill intact, but instead of seeing a ceiling, I say space before anot tunnel was lighe sky.

        Not even a g could survive here.

        It    impossible to t oings. C up ed by t    been, this room? A drawing room, a musi, a dining room?

        I squi tuff    of tuff t    my eye. I aken it at first for a    it    t appeared to tacular intervals, to s in ttac rig, tions ill present.

        Knoingled in my spine.

        ture and ure was a library.

        In a moment I he glassless window.

        Carefully I made my esting my footing at every step. I peered into ers and dark crevices, but t t I ed any—tions. But I    been able to help looking.

        For a fees I trated on my pograpook ss of timber planks t used to s massive frame.

        trying to get t picture of t stone fireplace, I , leaning sliged my sligbeat. as it somet? ed deep in t of rubble be? But no. It o to step through.

        I side. taircase, being made of stone, act. A broad srades nos arcecture o a s its base. A kind of fancy upside-dorophe.

        taircase led to a gallery t must once ire rance o one side to tone floor belo plete. tiges of a ained but intact; a floor; doors even. It    part of t appeared to ru. It looked like somewhere you could live.

        I took a feures aing eac before sing my he corridor.

        t door opened onto a s fresdoors air.

        I pulled termined not to be unnerved by tc all time, I came to the sed door.

        I tur the door swing open.

        t!

        My sister!

        Almost I took a step toward her.

        Almost.

        t and tarniss t looked like ink.

        I looked doo t to step onto. ty feet onto one flags.

        I kneill my    tis frenzy. I raised my eyes again, and te-faced ain figure trembling ihe old frame.

        Sood, oo do ep foro take it. And    not be t solution, all told, to do t and at last rejoin her?

        and te?

        ‘No,“ I ill her arm beed me. ”I’m sorry.“ her arm slowly fell.

        took a pograph of me.

        I . I knoried.

        I stood er    I    in tory anymore. s indoor rain and trick mirror    its i for me.

        I o take pograp even t. I o tore. I elepaxi. Go to tation and from there home.

        All te. For time being, I ed to stay like t t to ing for tears to pass and my    to calm itself.

        I ed.

        to to turn of its own accord.
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