The purpose to which any of this obscure arrangement might have been put escaped Candy entirely.
Then she recalled what Mischief had said, when she'd remarked that she couldn't even see a lamp up at the top of the tower. What was it exactly? He'd said something aboutlight being the oldest game in the world? Perhaps this odd creation represented some kind of game, she thought. The problem was that she had no idea how to play it.
And now, as if matters weren't bad enough, she heard the din of Shape beating down the lighthouse door; smashing it to smithereens in his fury. The noise reached a chaotic climax, followed by a few seconds of silence.
Then came the limping footfall of the monster himself, as he climbed the lighthouse stairs to find her.
7. LIGHT AND WATER
"WHERE ARE YOU, CHILD?" Shape growled as he ascended.
The sound of his voice, and the thump and drag of his limping step, froze Candy for a moment. This was like something from a nightmare: being hunted down by some hellish beast; some vile creature that wanted to eat her alive, limb by limb, finger by finger.
No!
She shook herself from her trance of terror. She wasn't going to let this abomination take her!
She looked around the room for a door that led out onto the narrow balcony that encircled the room. The door in question was directly behind her. She went over to it and turned the handle. It was locked, but that presented no problem to her, not in her present panicked state. She put her shoulder to the rotted wood and forced it open quite easily. Then she stepped out onto the balcony. The boards had been more exposed to the extremes of Minnesota's summers and winters than the interior floors—and they instantly gave way beneath her weight. She threw herself forward and grabbed hold of the rusted iron railing. Her speed probably saved her life, because two heartbeats later the whole patch of floorboards beneath her right foot crumbled away. Had she not had the support of the railing, she would have surely fallen through the hole and probably dropped to her death.
Very gingerly, she hauled her foot out of the hole and sought out a more reliable place to stand. She could still hear Shape in the tower behind her, calling out singsong threats to her as he climbed. It was some horrible little nursery song he was singing. The kind only a monster like Shape would have had sung to him in his cradle.
"O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last."
Doing her best to blot out the sound of Shape's obscene little lullaby, she scanned the landscape around the lighthouse.
"Mischief!" she yelled. "Where did you go?"
She only had to call once. Then he was there, racing toward the tower through the grass. There was blood on his hands, she saw. Had he wounded Shape? She dared hope so.
"Lady Candy? Are you all right?"
"I can't find any light up here, Mischief! I'm sorry."
"He's coming, lady!"
"I know, Mischief. Believe me: I know.But there's no light —"
"There should be a cup and ball up there. Isn't there a cup and ball?"
"What?"
"The oldest game, Candy.Light is the oldest game —"
Candy glanced back inside. Yes, there was a cup, of sorts, sitting on top of the inverted pyramid.
"Yes! There's a cup!" she yelled back down to the brothers.
"Put the ball in it!" Mischief replied.
"What ball? There isn't any ball."
"There should be a ball." ;
"Well there isn't one!"
"Solook!" yelled John Serpent.
Candy didn't waste time telling Serpent to be more polite. She had only seconds to spare before Shape made an entrance into the round room, she knew. So she stopped talking and did as Mischief suggested, stepping over the hole she'd made in the platform and returning to look for the ball.
She listened as she scoured the room. To judge by the sound of his feet, Shape was close to the top of the stairs. Then—just as she was certain he was about to open the door—she heard the welcome sound of splintering timber, and her pursuer loosed a shout of alarm. His weight had apparently been too much for the staircase. She heard a series of crashes as broken portions of the steps fell away into the stairwell. A moment of silence followed, when she dared hope that perhaps Shape had fallen down the stairwell along with the broken stairs and was lying at the bottom of the flight. But instead of the distant moans she'd hoped to hear, there came an outburst of words in a language she had never heard before. She didn't need a translator to recognize them as curses.
She crossed to the door and glanced down, just to see what had happened. A large portion of the staircase—five or six stairs—had indeed collapsed under Mendelson Shape's weight. But he had somehow managed to avoid the full fall by jumping back down the stairs before they had collapsed beneath him. This left a sizeable gap for him to get across before he could continue his ascent. She was disappointed that he wasn't dead or comatose at the bottom, but this was better than nothing.
Looking up at her, he made horns of his forefinger and smallest finger, which he jabbed threateningly in Candy's direction. No doubt had he possessed the power to strike her dead on the spot, dead she would have been. But all he could do was curse and point, so she left him to it and went back to search for the missing ball.
As she did so, she heard Mischief yelling up at her from outside. Obviously he'd heard the din.
"I'm coming in, Lady Candy!"
She went to the outer door and called down to him.
" No! Stay where you are. You can't get up here anyway. The stairs have collapsed!"
She saw him looking through the holes in the tower wall to confirm what she'd told him. He was aghast.
"How will you get down?" he said, apparently more concerned with her safety now than with the oldest game in the world.
"I'll find a way when the time comes," Candy said. "First I'm going to find this stupid ball."
"We're coming in!" he said again.
"Wait!" she told him. "You just stay there.Please!'
Without waiting for an answer, she went down on her haunches and started a systematic search of the floor, looking for the missing part of this bizarre puzzle. It was not immediately visible, but there were several places where the boards had rotted completely, leaving holes in the floor. She went to each one, pulling up the worm-eaten boards to get a better look at what lay beneath. They came away easily, in showers of splinters, dust and dried beetle corpses.
The first hole revealed nothing. The second, the same. But the third was the charm.