Helen Dunmore - Ingo  

YOULL FIND THE MERMAID of Zennor inside Zennor Church, if

NEXT MORNING I WAKE up late to the smell of

IT SEEMS LIKE A HUNDRED years since the day of

IVE NEVER CLIMBED DOWN the rocks so fast, even though

WHEN I WAKE THE next morning, theres heavy white mist

NEVER GO DOWN TO THE cove alone. Are you listening

WE DIVE. I CLING TO Faros wrist because theres nothing

I KNOW, SAYS FARO. HE lies on his back, sculling

TIDES ARE POWERFUL. Tides know where they want to be,

I WAKE UP SLOWLY. IM IN MY own room, lying

MUM, WERE GOING out for a bit, Conor calls back

I HATE SAYING GOOD-BYE TO Sadie. I kneel down beside

MUM STRAIGHTENS up and turns from the oven to the

WHERE ARE WE now, Faro? I ask. Were swimming lazily

IM HERE, SAYS FAROS voice, soft and close.

PLEASE DONT GO OFF like that again without telling me

ALL THROUGH TEA IM on edge in case Roger says

WAKE UP, SAPPHIRE. Wake up. Its important. Youve got to

AS SOON AS MUMS LEFT for work, were on our

MUM, WHAT ARE you doing home already? Its only two

INGO IS ANGRY. WE KNOW IT as soon as we

FOR LONG SECONDS FARO and Conor stare at each other

FARO, I NEVER EVEN SAID thank you. You helped me

ITS EVENING NOW. IVE decided to clear the garden thats

Y OULL FIND THE MERMAID of Zennor inside Zennor Church, if you know where to look. Shes carved from old, hard, dark wood. The church is dark too, so you have to bend down to see her clearly. You can trace the shape of her tail with your finger.

Someone slashed across her with a knife a long time ago. A sharp, angry knife. I touched the slash mark very gently, so I wouldnt hurt the mermaid any more.

Why did they do that to her, Dad? Why did they hurt her?

I dont know, Sapphy. People do cruel things sometimes, when theyre angry.

And then Dad told me the mermaids story. I was only little, but I remember every word.

The Zennor mermaid fell in love with a human, said Dad, but she was a Mer creature and so she couldnt come to live with him up in the dry air. It would have killed her. But she couldnt forget him, and she couldnt live without him. She couldnt even sleep for thinking about him. All she wanted was to be with him.

Would she have died in the air? I asked.

Yes. Mer people cant live away from the water. Anyway, the man couldnt forget her either. The sight of the mermaid burned in his mind, day and night. And the mermaid felt just the same. When the tide was high, she would swim up into the cove, then up the stream, as close as she could to the church, to hear him singing in the choir.

I thought it was mermaids that sang, Dad.

In this story it was the man who sang. In the end the mermaid swam up the stream one last time, and he couldnt bear to see her go. He swam away with her, and he was never seen again. He became one of the Mer people.

What was his name, Dad?

Mathew Trewhella, said Dad, looking down at me.

But Dad, thats your name! How come hes got the same name as you?

Its just by chance, Sapphy. It all happened hundreds of years ago. You know how the same names keep on going in Cornwall.

What was the mermaid called, Dad?

She was called Morveren. People said she was the Mer kings daughter, but I dont believe thats true.

Why not?

Because the Mer dont have kings.

Dad sounded so sure about this that I didnt ask him how he knew. When youre little, you think your mum and dad know everything. I wasnt surprised that Dad knew so much about the Mer.

I stroked the wooden mermaid again, and wished I could see her in real life, swimming up the stream with her beautiful shining tail. And then another thought hit me.

But Dad, what about all the people the man left behind? What about his family?

He never saw them again, said Dad.

Not even his mum or his dad?

No. None of them. He belonged to the Mer.

I tried to imagine what it would be like never to see Dad again, or Mum. The thought was enough to make my heart beat fast with terror. I couldnt live without them, I knew I couldnt.

I looked up at Dad. His face looked faraway and a bit unhappy. I didnt like it. I wanted to bring him back to me, now.

Cant catch me! I shouted, and I ran off, clattering up the stone aisle of the church to the door. The door was heavy and the fastening was stiff, but I wrestled it open.

You cant catch me! I yelled back over my shoulder, and I ran out through the porch, down the stone steps, and into the sunshine of the lane. I heard the church door bang, and there was Dad, leaping down the steps after me. The faraway look had gone from his face.

Look out, Sapphy, Im coming to get you!

That was a long time ago. Dad never talked about the Mer again, and nor did I. But the story lodged deep inside my mind like an underwater rock that can tear a ship open in bad weather. I wished Id never seen the Zennor mermaid. She was beautiful, but she scared me.

Its Midsummer Eve now, and when it gets dark, theyll light the Midsummer Fire on Carrack Down. We go up there every Midsummer Eve. I love it when they throw the wreath of flowers into the flames, and the wreath flares up so that for a few seconds you watch flowers made out of fire. The bonfire blazes, and everyone drinks and dances and laughs and talks. Midsummer Night is so short that dawn arrives before the partys over.

Dads up there now, helping build the fire. They pile furze and brushwood until the bonfire stands taller than me or Conor. Conors my brother; hes two years older than me.

Come on, Saph! Im going on up to see how big the bonfire is now.

I run after Conor. This is how it usually is. Conor ahead, and me hurrying behind, trying to keep up with him.

Wait for me, Con!

We wait for the sun to set and for the crowd to gather, and then its time to light the Midsummer Fire. The first star shines out. Geoff Treyarnon thrusts his flaming torch into the dry heart of the bonfire. The fire blazes up, and everyone links hands and begins to dance around it, faster and faster. The flames leap higher than the people, and we have to jump back.

Conor and I join the ring around the fire. Mum and Dad dance too, holding hands. It makes me so happy to see them like this, dancing and smiling at each other. If only it was always like this. No quarrels, no loud voices

The flames jump higher and higher, and everyone yells and laughs. Conor drinks a bottle of ginger ale, but I dont like the taste. I wrap myself in a rug and sit and watch until the flames blur into red and orange and gold. My eyes sting, and I shut them, just for a minute. The fire melts into velvety blackness. There are stars in the blackness, and I want to count them one by one, but theyre dancing too fast.

I must have fallen asleep. Suddenly Dads here, swooping down out of the night to pick me up.

All right, Sapphy? Hold on tight now, and Ill carry you down the hill.

Im too big to be carried, but its Midsummer Night, and Dad says thats the one night when all the rules can be broken. He picks me up, still wrapped in the rug with my feet poking out. I look back over his shoulder. The fire has flattened down into a heap of red ash. People are still sitting around it drinking, but the dancings over.

The path that leads down to our cottage is rough and steep, but Dad wont let me drop. My dad is strong. He takes his boat out in most weathers, and he can swim more than three miles. He has a medal for lifesaving.

Mum and Conor are walking ahead of us on the path down. Theyre talking, but I cant hear the words. I put my arms round Dads neck and hold on tight, partly because the path is rough and partly because I love him. His strength makes me feel so safe.