She looked up at Silas, and said only, “I want to go home. Please?”
Silas nodded. He walked, with the girl, down the path that would eventually lead them both out of the graveyard. Bod stared at Scarlett as she walked away, hoping that she would turn and look back, that she would smile or just look at him without fear in her eyes. But Scarlett did not turn. She simply walked away.
Bod went back into the mausoleum. He had to do something, so he began to pick up the fallen coffins, to remove the debris, and to replace the tangle of tumbled bones into the coffins, disappointed to discover that none of the many Frobishers and Frobyshers and Pettyfers gathered around to watch seemed to be quite certain whose bones belonged in which container.
A man brought Scarlett home. Later, Scarlett’s mother could not remember quite what he had told her, although disappointingly, she had learned that that nice Jay Frost had unavoidably been forced to leave town.
The man talked with them, in the kitchen, about their lives and their dreams, and by the end of the conversation Scarlett’s mother had somehow decided that they would be returning to Glasgow: Scarlett would be happy to be near her father, and to see her old friends again.
Silas left the girl and her mother talking in the kitchen, discussing the challenges of moving back to Scotland, with Noona promising to buy Scarlett a phone of her own. They barely remembered that Silas had ever been there, which was the way he liked it.
Silas returned to the graveyard and found Bod sitting in the amphitheater by the obelisk, his face set.
“How is she?”
“I took her memories,” said Silas. “They will return to Glasgow. She has friends there.”
“How could you make her forget me?”
Silas said, “People want to forget th
e impossible. It makes their world safer.”
Bod said, “I liked her.”
“I’m sorry.”
Bod tried to smile, but he could not find a smile inside himself. “The men…they spoke about trouble they were having in Krakow and Melbourne and Vancouver. That was you, wasn’t it?”
“I was not alone,” said Silas.
“Miss Lupescu?” said Bod. Then, seeing the expression on his guardian’s face, “Is she all right?”
Silas shook his head, and for a moment his face was terrible for Bod to behold. “She fought bravely. She fought for you, Bod.”
Bod said, “The Sleer has the man Jack. Three of the others went through the ghoul-gate. There’s one injured but still alive at the bottom of the Carstairs grave.”
Silas said, “He is the last of the Jacks. I will need to talk to him, then, before sunrise.”
The wind that blew across the graveyard was cold, but neither the man nor the boy seemed to feel it.
Bod said, “She was scared of me.”
“Yes.”
“But why? I saved her life. I’m not a bad person. And I’m just like her. I’m alive too.” Then he said, “How did Miss Lupescu fall?”
“Bravely,” said Silas. “In battle. Protecting others.”
Bod’s eyes were dark. “You could have brought her back here. Buried her here. Then I could have talked to her.”
Silas said, “That was not an option.”
Bod felt his eyes stinging. He said, “She used to call me Nimini. No one will ever call me that again.”
Silas said, “Shall we go and get food for you?”
“We? You want me to come with you? Out of the graveyard?”