“It’s beautiful,” said Miranda, looking round her.
Kilterbury Ring was a local beauty spot though its remains1 were not particularly famous. Theyhad been dismantled2 many hundreds of years ago. Yet here and there a tall megalithic stone stillstood, upright, telling of a long past ritual worship. Miranda asked questions.
“Why did they have all these stones here?”
“For ritual. Ritual worship. Ritual sacrifice. You understand about sacrifice, don’t you,Miranda?”
“I think so.”
“It has to be, you see. It’s important.”
“You mean, it’s not a sort of punishment? It’s something else?”
“Yes, it’s something else. You die so that others should live. You die so that beauty should live.
Should come into being. That’s the important thing.”
“I thought perhaps—”
“Yes, Miranda?”
“I thought perhaps you ought to die because what you’ve done has killed someone else.”
“What put that into your head?”
“I was thinking of Joyce. If I hadn’t told her about something, she wouldn’t have died, wouldshe?”
“Perhaps not.”
“I’ve felt worried since Joyce died. I needn’t have told her, need I? I told her because I wantedto have something worth while telling her. She’d been to India and she kept talking about it—about the tigers and about the elephants and their gold hangings and decorations and theirtrappings. And I think, too—suddenly I wanted somebody else to know, because you see I hadn’treally thought about it before.” She added: “Was—was that a sacrifice, too?”
“In a way.”
Miranda remained contemplative, then she said, “Isn’t it time yet?”
“The sun is not quite right yet. Another five minutes, perhaps, and then it will fall directly onthe stone.”
Again they sat silent, beside the car.
“Now, I think,” said Miranda’s companion, looking up at the sky where the sun was dippingtowards the horizon. “Now is a wonderful moment. No one here. Nobody comes up at this time ofday and walks up to the top of Kilterbury Down to see Kilterbury Ring. Too cold in Novemberand the blackberries are over. I’ll show you the double axe3 first. The double axe on the stone.
Carved there when they came from Mycenae or from Crete hundreds of years ago. It’s wonderful,Miranda, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s very wonderful,” said Miranda. “Show it me.”
They walked up to the topmost stone. Beside it lay a fallen one and a little farther down theslope a slightly inclined one leant as though bent4 with the weariness of years.
“Are you happy, Miranda?”
“Yes, I’m very happy.”
“There’s the sign here.”
“Is that really the double axe?”
“Yes, it’s worn with time but that’s it. That’s the symbol. Put your hand on it. And now—nowwe will drink to the past and the future and to beauty.”
“Oh, how lovely,” said Miranda.
A golden cup was put into her hand, and from a flask5 her companion poured a golden liquid intoit.
“It tastes of fruit, of peaches. Drink it, Miranda, and you will be happier still.”
Miranda took the gilt6 cup. She sniffed7 at it.
“Yes. Yes, it does smell of peaches. Oh look, there’s the sun. Really red gold—looking asthough it was lying on the edge of the world.”
He turned her towards it.
“Hold the cup and drink.”
She turned obediently. One hand was still on the megalithic stone and its semierased sign. Hercompanion now was standing8 behind her. From below the inclined stone down the hill, two figuresslipped out, bent half double. Those on the summit had their backs to them, and did not evennotice them. Quickly but stealthily they ran up the hill.
“Drink to beauty, Miranda.”
“Like hell she does!” said a voice behind them.
A rose velvet9 coat shot over a head, a knife was knocked from the hand that was slowly rising.
Nicholas Ransom10 caught hold of Miranda, clasping her tightly and dragging her away from theother two who were struggling.
“You bloody11 little idiot,” said Nicholas Ransom. “Coming up here with a barmy murderer. Youshould have known what you were doing.”
“I did in a way,” said Miranda. “I was going to be a sacrifice, I think, because you see it was allmy fault. It was because of me that Joyce was killed. So it was right for me to be a sacrifice,wasn’t it? It would be a kind of ritual killing12.”
“Don’t start talking nonsense about ritual killings13. They’ve found that other girl. You know, theau pair girl who has been missing so long. A couple of years or something like that. They allthought she’d run away because she’d forged a Will. She hadn’t run away. Her body was found inthe well.”
“Oh!” Miranda gave a sudden cry of anguish14. “Not in the wishing well? Not in the wishing wellthat I wanted to find so badly? Oh, I don’t want her to be in the wishing well. Who—who put herthere?”
“The same person who brought you here.”

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