turned round, searching the foggy night. They could hear the thunder of the horse’s hooves getting closer and closer.
The lighthouse spread its beam across the cloudy field. Suddenly a shape launched out of the fog. A man on a great horse. In a second he had swooped up Simon into his arms and thrown him atop the horse.
The boys screamed and ran. Lanterns were dropped. Before anyone knew it, the horseman had rumbled off into the fog. The librarian called out to Simon, but no answer came. As the lighthouse beam swept past the boys again, the light showed them nothing but the whiteness of the fog. The beam did not fall on the horseman, nor on Simon St George.
Both of them had vanished.
Simon could not yell. He was in a panic, with no air in his lungs. The horseman’s face was nearly all covered in a long black scarf and his great black trench coat was fanning out from the wind, like giant black wings.
Simon clung to his back, afraid of falling. In that quick moment, he felt a strange flash of fear that the horseman was the hideous creature he had seen crossing the street – a creature with a long snaky tail. But now the horseman’s scarf fell down from his face and Simon could see it was the shabby man who claimed to be his father.
For some reason, this made Simon feel better.
Suddenly, he heard sounds up ahead. Shouting. In the greyness near the cliff, he could see three men rushing at the horse. The horseman drew a long sword, heading for the first man, who may have held a gun. It was hard to tell.
But then, behind the three men, came another, out of the fog, who slashed at the attackers with a long wooden staff. The staff slammed into the first two men, throwing them to the ground. Then the man with the staff attacked the gunman, knocking loose his weapon.
It was the old lighthouse keeper, there, in the thick of the battle, brandishing his long walking cane! The old man was holding back the three attackers! Simon gaped in surprise as the horse galloped past the fight.
“Go!” the old man shouted.
The horse galloped into the safety of the fog shroud.
Gone into the night.
When Simon finally found himself able to breathe and speak in more than a whisper, he was a long, long way from the Lighthouse School for Boys. The horseman said not a word, urging his horse on through the fog. He must have gone a very long way, because Simon did not hear any sirens and he knew the principal would have called the police immediately.
“Where are you taking me?” Simon managed to say.
“Don’t worry now,” said the horseman comfortingly. “You’ll be safe.”
That was all he said and the horse galloped onward, down the coast, through muddy forests, empty fields and past lifeless piers, with the dark ocean calling after them.
Simon had no chance to yell for help. They did not go near any houses. Even if he was able to call out, Simon wasn’t sure he wanted to. Once the shock wore off a bit, he started to think this was the most exciting thing that could have happened. If this was his father after all, what exactly did he have to tell Simon?
They reached a long, empty dock. There were no buildings around, just a big sailing boat that looked as if it had been made a long time ago. The horse trotted over the wooden pier and stopped at the boat with a snort of exhaustion.
“Rest now,” said the man, and Simon thought he was speaking to the horse. “There’s a place to sleep on board,” he went on.
“You’re talking to me?” said Simon in amazement. “I can’t just … I’m not going to …”
“You know who I am,” said the man. “And I’d like to stand here all night and tell you the story of my life, but it’s not safe here. We’ve got to move on.”
He led the horse on board. Standing on the dock, Simon looked around. He could make a run for it, but he doubted he would get very far. He didn’t even know which way to go; the fog had obscured everything around them.
“Are you coming?” said the man, annoyed, and he put out his hand for Simon to take it.
“I didn’t know I had a choice,” said Simon.
“You have a choice if you want to get eaten out there,” was the reply.
Not sure what he meant by this, but knowing that indeed he meant it, Simon turned to look behind. He heard a rattling in the bushes and, fearing that it was the dangerous men from the lighthouse, he reached out and took the man’s hand. He was pulled aboard the ship and they set sail.
The thing was, Simon thought he might be able to trust this man somehow. Without knowing why, the boy was willing to go with the unknown.
It was too foggy to see the cliffs as the boat drifted away, but Simon could see the giant light beam from the Lighthouse School, slicing through the darkness. It got smaller and smaller as the night went on. Ebony Hollow was being pushed away and, with it, Simon’s old life.
Part of him was sorry to see it go. He had few friends, but the Lighthouse School was his whole world. He had no idea where he was headed.
He had a moment to think about his schoolmates, the lighthouse keeper, and to wonder just for an instant about the name of the girl at the novelty shop, but as that thought flitted away, he felt ready for whatever came his way.
The man behind Simon coughed. “Well,” he said, “if you’re not too tired, we may as well get some work done.”
He went inside the cabin.
Simon turned back, not sure he wanted to follow. But the time for regrets had passed. Simon went in.
In the tight quarters of the galley, Simon found the man hard at work, making something to eat. “First things first. I hope you like eggs,” grunted the man. “That’s all I’m cooking.”
“I’m not very hungry,” said Simon.
“You ought to eat whenever you can,” the man replied. “You never know when you won’t be able to.”
Simon was confused. Is he ever going to explain himself? He went to sit at a tiny table, not knowing what else to do. The ship lurched a bit and Simon fell, embarrassingly.
“Don’t tell me the tide knocked you over,” said the man. “The water’s calm as can be tonight.”
“I’m fine,” said Simon, and he started to realise the man might be insulting him.
“You’re small,” the man added, sizing up Simon’s frame, and he seemed touched by that. “I didn’t think you’d be small.”
Simon decided to be direct.
