The Beasts of Clawstone Castle

And then the first sonorous peal on the organ resounded through the church – and Cousin Howard began to play. Because he was a scholar and a librarian he knew exactly what was right, and when the congregation rose to sing the first verse of the hymn he had chosen, they found themselves quite choked with tears, for he had found a hymn about The Feet. It was called ‘Jerusalem’ and it began:

‘And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England’s mountains green?’

The service went without a hitch. The banshees wailed, Cousin Howard played a last resounding chord on the organ – and everybody gathered in the church porch to watch as The Feet, like a bride going to the altar, walked slowly towards the tomb of Chief MacAllister.

When they reached the gravestone, The Feet turned shyly, so that their toes faced back towards the church, and the heels lifted once and came down again in a last gesture of farewell.

But only the ghosts were with The Feet in that final moment of reunion. The human beings had gone back, knowing that what goes on when the veil of reality is torn aside is not something that ordinary mortals should try to understand.

So they waited quietly, sitting in the pews. And then, breaking the silence, they heard a deep, ecstatic and very Scottish roar of welcome from beneath the ground, and knew that the MacAllister was complete at last ... and that The Feet whom they had loved so much were truly home.

After a funeral there is always something to eat. The banshees had arranged a splendid buffet lunch in a hotel further up the coast, and it was now that the children found out why Lady Trembellow was at Blackscar.

She had taken on Manners’s Research Centre on the island and turned it into the Blackscar Animal Sanctuary.

‘You see, I read about Dr Manners and I wanted to do something. He was the doctor who did all those operations on me and caused me so much misery, and I wanted to undo some of the harm he has done. I’ve always loved animals and I needed to do something useful with my life.’

She told them that they had managed to save the gorilla and were sending him back to Africa, and already people were sending a stream of tired donkeys and unwanted horses who would live out their days in peace along with the poor beasts that Manners had tried to tamper with.

‘Of course, money is always short but people have been kind,’ she said, and she looked meaningfully at the collecting box on the reception desk.

But for Lord Trembellow things had not gone well at all.

For when the police started investigating the theft of the cattle, Trembellow had come under suspicion at once. It was his gravel pit that had been used for the scam, his wife had known Manners, he was known to have wanted to get rid of the cattle. Worst of all, money had been paid into his bank account by the thieves who had pretended to be vets from the ministry.

So they took Trembellow away for questioning and charged him. As a matter of fact, though he was a greedy and ruthless man he knew nothing of Manners’s plans. He had really believed that the vets came from the ministry and that the cattle were buried in his pit. Nor did he realize that Klappert’s Disease did not exist and that the stolen cattle were perfectly healthy. But by the time he had hired lawyers to clear his name, and then more lawyers and better lawyers still, all his money was gone and he had to sell Trembellow Towers and all his businesses. Now he and Olive were living in a little grey house on a council estate.

‘But Olive is so clever,’ said Lady Trembellow. ‘She has a row of jam jars and she puts all their spare coins in them and counts them every day. I’m sure they’ll pull round.’

There was one other conversation which Madlyn and Rollo overheard. It was between their parents and Uncle George and Aunt Emily.

‘The children looked so well when they came back,’ said Mrs Hamilton, ‘and they seem to be so fond of Clawstone. I wonder if we thanked you enough for having them.’

‘Oh no! No!’ cried Emily. ‘It was lovely! They were such a help!’

Sir George in his gruff way said, ‘I can’t think why you bring them up in town. There’s so much to do at Clawstone; you could both find work and there’s a house in the village if you wanted to be independent.’

Ned had stopped eating. All three children were eavesdropping unashamedly.

‘Well, I don’t know. I suppose it might be possible. Perhaps,’ said Mr Hamilton.

And his wife too said, ‘Perhaps.’

‘Perhaps’ is a word that opens doors. Sitting in the back of the Bentley as they drove away from Blackscar, the children were utterly content.

They were spending the night at Clawstone before going back to London. Ned was going with them for a long weekend and as always the ghosts and the children spent their last hour in their favourite place on the wall, looking down at the graceful white beasts that they had saved.

‘Poor king,’ said Rollo. ‘He never got his unicorns.’