Diana Wynne Jones
THE Game
Contents
Chapter One
When Hayley arrived at the big house in Ireland, bewildered and in disgrace, rain was falling and it was nearly dark. Her cousin Mercer had called the place just the Castle. As far as Hayley could see, peering up at the place while Cousin Mercer was paying the taxi, the building was a confusing mixture of house and castle and barn. She could see turrets and sharply sloping roofs, tall chimneys, a wooden wall and a stone part at one side that seemed to have been patched up with new bricks. Then the taxi drove off in a spurt of mud.
Cousin Mercer who had confused Hayley all along by turning out to be a grown up youngish man and not a cousin her own age picked up Hayleys small old-fashioned suitcase and hurried her into the house, where it was more than ever confusing.
They came into a large stone-floored dining room full of people milling about around the enormous dining table, or in and out of the big kitchen beyond. Most of them were children, but all older-seeming and larger than Hayley, while distracted-looking ladies, who were probably aunts, pushed this way and that among them with piles of plates and baskets of bread.
Nobody took any notice of Hayley at all. True, somebody said, Good. Shes here. Now we can eat at last, but nobody really looked at her. Cousin Mercer left Hayley standing beside her suitcase and threaded his way to the kitchen, shouting, Mother! Sorry about this. The plane was late and the taxi driver lost the way!
Hayley stood. Her arms hung slightly outwards from the rest of her and her hands dangled, useless and floppy with strangeness. She had never been in the same room with so many people in her life. She was used to the hushed and sequestered way Grandma and Grandad lived, where nobody
ran about or laughed much, and nobody ever shouted. These people were so lively and so loud. She didnt know who any of them were, apart from Cousin Mercer who had brought her here from England, and she missed her friend Flute acutely, even though it was probably Flutes fault that she was here and in disgrace. She still didnt understand how she had made Grandma so angry.
Hayley sighed. The other main thing about these tall, rushing, shouting children was that they all wore jeans or long baggy trousers with lots of pockets down the sides, and bright stripy tops. Hayley sadly realised that her neat floral dress and her shiny patent-leather shoes were quite wrong for this place. She wished she had jeans and trainers too, but Grandma disapproved of trousers for girls.
To add to the strangeness, there were more boys here than girls. Most of the boys were fair and skinny, like the girls and the girls were so pretty and so confident that Hayley sighed again but two of the boys stood out by being dark. One was a tall, calm boy who didnt seem to shout as much as the others. He was obviously popular, because the others were always trying to get his attention. Troy! they shouted. Come and look at my new trick! or Troy! What do you think of this? Troy always grinned and went obligingly over to look.
The other dark boy was smaller and he struck Hayley as a perfect little beast. He spent his time slyly pulling the beautiful streaming hair of the girls, or stamping on peoples feet, or trying to steal things out of the pockets in the baggy trousers. Hayley learnt his name too, because every minute or so someone screamed, Tollie, do that again and youll die!
These people are all my cousins! Hayley thought wonderingly. And I didnt know about any of them until this moment!
Here she found that Tollie had come to stand in front of her, jeeringly, with his hands hanging in exactly the same useless position that Hayleys were and his feet planted the same uncertain six inches apart. Yuk! he said. You dirty outcast!
Youre my cousin, Hayley said. Her voice came out small and prim with nerves.
Nim-pim! Tollie mimicked her. I am not so your cousin! Mercers my dad and hes your cousin. But youre only a dirty outcast in a frilly dress.
Hayley felt things boiling in her that she would rather not know. She wanted to leap on Tollie and pull pieces off him ears, nose, fingers, hair, she scarcely cared which, so long as they came away with lots of blood but luckily at that moment a large lady bustled up and enfolded Hayley against her big soft bosom hung with many hard strings of beads.
My dear! the lady said. Forgive me. I was making the sauce and you know how it goes all lumpy if you leave it. Im your Aunt May. Tollie, go away and stop being a pain. You have to forgive Tollie, my dear. Most of the year hes the only child here, but this is the week we have all the family to stay and he feels outnumbered. Now come and be introduced to everyone.
Hayley, who had gone limp with relief against Aunt Mays many necklaces, found herself tensing up again at this. Now they were all going to despise her.
Although nobody did seem to despise her, the introductions left Hayley almost as confused as before.
The loud, fair cousins were the children of two different aunts. But, beyond gathering that some were Laxtons and belonged to Aunt Geta, and that the rest were Tighs, which made them sons and daughters of Aunt Celia, Hayley had no idea which were which let alone what all their names were.