Jenny took a deep breath to steady her nerves and stepped into the room. It had swollen with the damp and probably hadn’t been opened for many years. The door creaked open on rusty hinges, the bottom juddering toward her over the flags as she dragged it open. She was lucky: Although the lock was stiff, the second key turned. She reached the stout wooden attic door and tried one of the eight big keys on the heavy bunch.
THE DARK ARMY JOSEPH DELANEY EBOOK FULL
She felt better with her pockets full and a weapon in her hand. In this cold northern land, so far from the County, who knew what she might encounter? Ghosts might be very different here. The way to deal with ghosts was to talk to them-to try and persuade them to go to the light-but Jenny wasn’t taking any chances. She was ready for any threat from the dark. Jenny was carrying a lantern one pocket was filled with salt and the other with iron additionally, she had tied the silver chain around her waist and was also gripping a rowan staff. Step after step she forced herself upward. It was cold, and her breath was steaming from her nostrils.
Was she taking on too much? She wondered. She was only an apprentice, and it would be many years before she’d become a spook. The attic she was heading for was haunted. Her palms were sweating, and she could feel a weakness in her knees. She was slightly breathless, but it was not just because of the exertion of the steep climb. ABOUT an hour after dark, Jenny began to climb the spiral steps that led to the tallest of the high eastern turrets.
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