NOT TOUCH ANYTHING
IT MAY EXPLODE AND KILL YOU.
Unexploded Military Debris said a notice on the verge. Another showed beyond it, then another. Every fifty yards there was one waiting at the roadside. The effect as they trudged onward was progressively unnerving. Fran felt herself hemmed in and driven forward – as if this was a path through a minefield. The grim, forbidding aspect of the grassland was redoubled. She turned and looked behind them. The isolated signpost seemed as tiny as a matchstick.
Athelgar was flipping his coin repeatedly now: he seemed absorbed with it. She let him catch it one more time, then quickly touched his arm.
‘Listen … We have to turn back now. It’s miles to Redhorn Hill.’ And pretty soon, she knew, they’d reach the point of no return. No way from that but forward – through the wildest, deadest area of the range.
He offered her the coin, as if in answer. It gleamed in his half-gloved palm. She stared at it uncertainly.
‘It has come down crosses eight times out of ten,’ he said. ‘We must be close now.’
The sun was still a yellow ball; the western sky engorged with blazing light. How long before it started turning orange? We’re really going to cut it fine, she thought.
‘See,’ said Athelgar, and pointed. Startled by the sudden word, she looked along the road – and saw them waiting. Hulks of mangled metal, lying close to the verge: like the carcasses of monsters that had crawled out here to die.
Just three wrecked tanks, she realized. Used for target practice now.
Athelgar had stopped, and stood there, staring. ‘It is like the tale of Beowulf,’ he murmured.
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