ofbirdsong. âI think weâve come back to a time before the airships destroyed the woodsââ
Before I could finish we heard bells ringingâthe bells of Blythewoodâall six of them! Helenâs face brightened. âIâll go get help!â she said, getting shakily to her feet, but then her voice changed. âUm . . . Ava, I think weâd better take Raven with us and get out of here as fast as we can.â
âWhy?â I looked up and saw that she was looking up at the treetops, which were bristling with spiky black shapes. Shadow crows perched on every branch, their hard bright eyes fixed on us.
âI . . . think . . . Helenâs . . . right.â Raven bit out each word as if his throat had turned to stone. He was struggling to his feet, his arm clamped around my waist. I tightened my grip on him and rose slowly. The crows cocked their heads in the identical angle, but they made no move to fly at us. Helen came to Ravenâs other side and slid her arm around his waist, taking on his weight even though I could tell by her limp that her leg must be bothering her. Together we began walking toward the sound of the bells. Above us the crows fluttered from branch to branch, keeping up with our slow progress but not attacking us.
âWatching,â Raven said to my unvoiced question. âSince you went . . . always . . . watching.â
âFor the way into the vessel,â Helen whispered. The crows cawed as if they had heard and understood her.
âI think weâd better wait until weâre inside before we talk about that,â I said.
Weâd come to the edge of the woods. The lawn was green as the day we left, the flowers as bright, and the castle ofBlythewood standing whole and golden in the afternoon light. Helen sighed at the sight. I, too, felt relieved, but as we crossed the lawn I felt that something was different. Now that the bells had ceased the school was eerily silent. No girls played hockey in the fields or sat on the lawn gossiping. The glass doors to the library, which Miss Corey always threw open on fine days like today, were closed and shuttered. In fact, all the windows were shuttered.
When we were halfway across the lawn, the front door burst open and something pink hurtled out like a flying shuttlecock. A shuttlecock whooping like a banshee. It flew at us so fast I was afraid Raven would be knocked down, but Helen got in between and met the flying ball of pink with equal force.
âDaisy!â
âYouâre back youâre back youâre back!â Daisy sang, spinning Helen around in a circle. âI knew youâd come back. I knew Raven would get you back!â She aimed herself at Raven but Helen held on to her.
âYes, he did, and itâs half killed him. Someone needs to send to Ravencliffe for his mother to tend to himâand someone needs to do something about these crows. Theyâve followed us from the woods.â
âTheyâre always around now,â Daisy said with a baleful look at the dozen crows perched on the garden hedge. âBut all they do is watch. We have to keep the doors and windows shut or they get in and peck at our hair and make a foul mess. They started the day you left. Maybe now theyâll go. Where did you go?â
âWe fell into a hole and metââ
âMany interesting people,â I cut in, âbut we really shouldnât talk about it here.â We were only a few yards from the door now. Beatrice and Dolores were standing on either side of it, their bows drawn and their eyes on the crows. Miss Sharp appeared in the doorway with her nurseâs bag. At the sight of it I remembered the photograph of her standing in front of her ambulance surrounded by soldiers. And then I thought of her being burnt in the airstrike. But her face was unmarkedâand here was Mr. Bellows, whole and sound,