tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-09-18:2445529 John Childermass John Childermass 2016-12-09T16:47:38Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-09-18:2445529:551 2016-12-09T16:47:38Z 2016-12-09T16:47:38Z public 77 Childermass planned ahead, as he always does, and it's a combination of that and luck that the door doesn't open onto Hurtfew Abbey.<br /><br />Instead, it appears to be the storage room of a shop.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=manofbusiness&ditemid=551" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2015-09-18:2445529:467 2015-11-01T15:28:07Z 2015-11-01T15:28:07Z public 0 Childermass decides to take a room, just until this Halloween transformation wears off. It's a plain little room, hardly more than a bed and a washstand, but good enough for him. He sleeps.<br /><br />***<br /><br />He sits up. Someone is in the room, standing by the window - she turns, and he knows her.<br /><br />"About time", says Black Joan, unsentimental as ever. "We have things to talk about, my lad."<br /><br />They talk for a long time, though Childermass is never afterwards certain how long, and he does not clearly remember what passes between them in parts of the discussion.<br /><br />He does, however, recall embracing her one last time, briefly, in farewell, and her parting words to him.<br /><br />"There's a young man not long come to York, John. He will begin it. Keep a weather eye."<br /><br /><i>Keep a weather eye</i>.<br /><br />And then, like mist, she's gone.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=manofbusiness&ditemid=467" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments