DARX CIRCLE CHAPTER 2: Return to the Valley and a Bombshell (i)


 

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DARX CIRCLE CHAPTER 2:  Return to the Valley and a Bombshell (i)

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The breakfast was excellent – a good old farm-style one with the works.  Mealie-meal (maize) porridge, followed by eggs, bacon, ‘wors’ sausages, fried mushrooms and tomatoes, and lashings of toast with butter and marmalade were enough to restore any spirits.  They had phoned the hospital, to be told that the Kippens were still in a ‘serious’ condition, but stable and probably out of danger.

‘I want to go back to the valley,’ Donald announced while they were sipping their coffee, ‘and see if anyone at the Hendersons’ place can tell us anything.  It all seems very strange.’

‘Something seems to be stirring things up there,’ Hugh ventured.

His father nodded.  ‘I wonder if anyone has been using some dangerous new insecticide which is affecting everything?  I mean, snakes bite, horses can get spooked, and mysterious diseases do happen.  Still it goes beyond strange for all of that to take place in such a short time in one area, plus that extraordinary madness of the bees, and not to mention whatever has chased the Ndlovus out of their village.  They seem to have been terrified by something, and are clamming up.  I gather Dengana didn’t tell you much, either … Hugh?  Hugh!’

The boy’s attention had wandered to what he could see through the window near the table.  There was some activity in the garden, and it seemed that the …

‘I know that funny look you get. You haven’t taken them again, have you?’ stormed Donald.  ‘Pills!  Now!  And I’m watching you!’

Under his father’s determined glare, Hugh had no option but to take the hated meds.  Soon, he knew, he would start to feel all woolly and fuzzy again.  Indeed, by the time they again came to the dizzying zigzags leading down into Rhino Valley he had started feeling dizzy enough already without them.

They stopped by at the Field of Bees just to check that everything was still in order.  The only activity was from the hives which were, of course, hives of activity.  Donald looked nervously at them.  ‘Bob told me once that he has well over two million bees there.  I’d say it must have been at least a million of them in that swarm.  What that was about, or why you started raving in that way, and then it was just as if … actually, I don’t even want to think about it.  It is all too … too … unnatural!’ 

Apart from the bees, the scene seemed about as lively as a bear’s den in midwinter.  There were no signs of pets or livestock needing attendance, so Donald simply switched off the main electric power and locked everything up.  Then they drove on to The Frogs’ Place.

Field of Bees had seemed like a thriving city centre compared with what greeted them as soon as they entered the property.  Nothing seemed to be stirring.  ‘I’m not a fanciful person,’ Donald said – and this was an understatement – ‘but something here gives me the total creeps, now.  At least there were bird calls and some insect activities at the Apiary; but listen.  No birds; no insects; nothing.  And where on earth are all the horses and cattle and chickens and things?’

Indeed, it was so still that even the occasional slight stirring of wind through the leaves seemed loud.  As they approached the house Hugh had a vague feeling they were being watched, and with it came a trace of familiarity, as if to do with something he had experienced recently, but the thought didn’t seem worth following up and he simply concentrated on following his father up instead.

Things happened in turns for a while.  The front door was closed and turned out to be locked.  Donald knocked and called out for a while, without really expecting any response, and then they turned to go to the back.  The door there was also closed, but when this handle was turned in turn it turned out to be unlocked.  ‘We may as well make sure there’s nobody inside in need of help,’ Donald said, and in they went ready to do a good turn.

Dimly, Hugh had a feeling of foreboding: that something inside was horribly wrong.

Everything looked normal, though.  They checked each room, and there was nobody to be seen.  Some of the furniture seemed to have been changed around since they were last there, and bare floorboards showed in one or two places where they thought they remembered there had been carpets, but there was nothing remarkable in that.

‘I’ll switch off the electricity here, too,’ Donald announced, and Hugh pointed to where the box was situated in the scullery.  ‘Don’t think I’ll lock here, though.  We’ll leave it as we found it.  I don’t mind telling you, I’ll be glad to get out.’  He shuddered involuntarily.

On the way back to the car, Hugh suddenly had a clear view of a leopard lying lazily across a large branch to the far side of the surrounding lawn and staring at them.  ‘Look, Dad …’ he began urgently, pointing, but then decided it must have been a trick of the light and shade. ‘Uh … no.  Just thought I saw something,’ he mumbled.

They spent the next couple of hours in a completely fruitless set of visits.  It hadn’t been expected that there would be anyone at the village, or at Ferreiras’ or Coetzees’ farms, or at Crags, and they found the nobody they expected.  The smaller farms at the far end were similarly deserted.

‘This is utterly mad!’ Donald stormed for about the twentieth time as the finally set out on their return.  ‘Beyond any sort of sense.  Anyway, all we can do now is to report it to the police who have jurisdiction over this area – that’ll be at Kranzton – and we can find out how Bob and Beryl are doing at the same time.’

The Kranzton revisit was also rather fruitless.  Both Kippens were now conscious and their condition was ‘improving’, but they were not allowed visitors. 

Then, the police seemed utterly disinterested.

‘It is not our area,’ said the policeman at the desk.

Donald demanded to see his superior, and convinced her that it was their area.  ‘But what crime has been committed?’ the officer asked reasonably.

‘All these people have simply abandoned their homes and vanished!’  Donald protested.

‘Well, they must want to be some place else,’ the woman shrugged.

She only said they would ‘investigate the matter’ after Donald had lost his temper and raged for a while, but there seemed little assurance that much, if anything, would actually happen.

Then there was nothing left to do but buy some pies and soft drinks to act as lunch, and set off on the return journey to their home near Durban. 

© Colonialist June 2013 (WordPress)

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25 Responses to DARX CIRCLE CHAPTER 2: Return to the Valley and a Bombshell (i)

  1. adinparadise says:

    Well, the police’s attitude does sound familiar, but I hope that they do find out what’s going on. Glad the Kippens are out of danger. That breakfast does sound rather good. 🙂

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  2. Arkenaten says:

    BTW I like the cover graphic and the writing on the back.
    The front cover font and colour makes it look a bit like the writing for a 70’s TV programme. Just an observation.

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    • colonialist says:

      The question is whether you LIKE 70s TV programmes? 🙂
      It isn’t really my forte – what font/colour do you think would work better? I think it does call for a fairly dramatic contrast.

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      • Arkenaten says:

        No I don’t like this type of 70’s TV programme. They were cheesy.
        This is personal taste, Col. so I may be out in the field on my own, here.
        But although there is dramatic contrast it doesn’t have a fantasy feel about it.
        And I am not a graphic artist either, so I couldn’t offer any professional advice.
        What was wrong with the Forest Circle font and layout?

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        • colonialist says:

          The font is easy, but I’m not sure about the contrast provided by white as on FCQ. I do agree it needs something more to suggest fantasy, and I have been engaging my mind on that subject. The ideal subject for it may still turn up in the book – I’ll have to wait and see.

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  3. Arkenaten says:

    Well, I am still reading, and that is something of a first for blog books, as I generally struggle reading off a computer screen.
    I think your description of the police and their attitude maybe just a tad too polite! And knowing our local constabulary would not their attitude toward ‘supernatural’ stuff been a touch more ‘ethnic’?

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    • colonialist says:

      I hope it’ll grab you even longer.
      You could have a point, there. Even though Donald makes no suggestion of ‘supernatural’, maybe I should have their apathy mixed with a good dose of ‘don’t want to go there’!

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      • Arkenaten says:

        Maybe Donald should mention something about the supernatural to light a fire under their backsides. Can you imagine the look on the face of a Zulu policewoman in the ‘sticks’ and her reaction?
        This is Africa, yes? It is what it is.
        Sorry Col, to hell with it. I am just nit picking. Editing can come later…tell the story, I’ll read it!

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        • colonialist says:

          I do like it, though, when people come up with really intelligent observations like these.

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          • Arkenaten says:

            We live in the same country, so it is natural. Your average American probably wouldn’t spot it.
            Donald and Hugh probably speak a bit of Zulu too I am guessing, yes?

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            • colonialist says:

              Indeed – it indicated that when they met the villagers.

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              • Arkenaten says:

                Yes, sorry, I forgot the scene at the bakkie, which might it more plausible if Donald were to raise the issue of a Tokoloshe to the police, or at least conversed in Zulu?

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                • colonialist says:

                  It might be worth expanding the scene with those details, although my original intention was to skim over it fairly quickly just as a background for nothing much happening later from the official side.
                  I also deliberately left it neutral as to what pigmentation the police had – so the reader is free to assume apathy or superstition or both.

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                  • Arkenaten says:

                    As I said…nit picking. I doubt it will make any difference to the story, and there enough Sar Effricans who read you that have not mentioned it, so what do I know.
                    Continue on , dear sir.

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  4. bulldog says:

    This is becoming exciting… keep ’em coming… great writing…

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  5. 68ghia says:

    I’m on tenterhooks Col!
    If I bit my nails I would have done so when the young man saw the leopard…
    Waiting for the next installment 🙂

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  6. Sonel says:

    It seems to me Donald must rather take the “meds” and leave Hugh to do his “thing”. 😀
    Wish I was there for that breakfast..hehehe
    Well written as usual Col. You know how to keep the reader in suspense. *hugs*

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    • colonialist says:

      No chance of that! Hugh must find his own solution …
      One can still get breakfasts like that in small towns!
      Thanks.

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      • Sonel says:

        Seems they both have lessons to learn. You write so well Col. I can’t wait to hear what is going to happen next. 😀
        Not in our small town you don’t, unless you make it yourself. LOL!

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  7. nrhatch says:

    How peculiar. Or should I say . . . curious and curiouser. 😀

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  8. MoreThanACat says:

    You have me hooked. Either there is more to the lack of carpets and leopard … Or they are fabulous red herrings. Looking forward to the next instalment

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