Page 113 of Heartless

He nodded.

‘Do you think . . . do you think it could help the Turtle?’

Jest looked surprised at the question, but gathered himself quickly. ‘Hatta already tried, but the poor creature wouldn’t follow him here. He wasn’t desperate enough.’

‘Desperate?’ She faintly remembered Hatta saying something about desperation too.

‘Yes. He was distraught and miserable, no doubt, but that isn’t enough. I’m afraid he will forever be a Mock Turtle now.’ He rocked back on his heels and, as if afraid of what other questions Cath might be preparing, said, ‘If you think you’re able to walk, I’ll escort you home. Miss Mary Ann will be worried. No doubt, everyone will be by now.’

She glanced around. ‘How much time has passed since we left the theatre?’

‘An hour or two, I think, but no timepiece will work here.’

‘That can’t be right. It’s near daylight.’

Amusement glinted in his eyes. ‘Or it’s near night. Never one or the other. At least, that’s what Hatta told me. I’ve only been here once before, but it was the same then.’

‘Never day or night,’ she murmured, looking around at the gold-lit grasses. ‘How can it be?’

‘I suspect Time has never set foot in this glen. Perhaps he isn’t willing to pay whatever price the Sisters would demand.’ His voice lowered. ‘Or maybe he’s never been desperate enough to find it.’

Cath dug her bare toes into the soft grass. ‘And how did you find it? You and Hatta.’

His shoulders slumped and, as if realizing that she was not about to leave, no matter how much time had or hadn’t passed, he lowered himself to sit beside her. He peeled off his gloves and set them and the tri-pointed hat aside. ‘Only the desperate will ever find this place. Hatta found it when he was desperate not to meet the same fate as his father. I brought you here because you were in so much pain, and I was desperate to make it stop.’

Her heart expanded, but she tried to squeeze it back into place. ‘And what about the first time you came here?’

He peered back at the well and stared at it for a long time – a very long time – before returning his attention to her. He looked like he’d lost an internal debate.

Finally, he said, ‘I was desperate to fulfil the request my queen had made of me, and the treacle well is between times and between lands.’ He dragged in a long breath. ‘We are standing at the doorway to Chess.’

CHAPTER 36

CATH BLINKED. ‘YOU MUST BEwrong, Jest.’

He looked up at her, surprised, and she swooped her arm over the wildflowers. ‘We can’t be standing at the doorway to Chess. We’re sitting, after all.’

This time, both cheeks dimpled. ‘So we are.’ He pointed at the wall of shrubs on the other side of the glen. They were, she realized, surrounded by a hedge on all sides, without any openings so far as she could tell. ‘You can’t see it now, but this is the entrance to a great maze. If the Sisters allow it, the maze will open, and you can pass through to the Looking Glass. Beyond that . . .’

Cath searched the wall of green leaves and wild branches and pale wildflowers. She imagined it. The narrow corridors that wound back and forth, the living walls that played games on mind-weary travellers. In its very centre, the Looking Glass, the door to—

‘Chess,’ she said. ‘The Looking Glass leads to the lands of Chess.’

He nodded. ‘The Red and White Queendoms.’

She turned her focus back to him, inspecting his profile – sharp nose and smeared kohl and unruly dark hair. ‘Why are you here, Jest? Why did the White Queen send you?’

He grimaced and again faced away from her. ‘Please don’t ask me that.’

She leaned back, more intrigued than ever. ‘Why not?’

‘Because things are different now. You’ve changed everything.’

She twisted her lips to one side and pondered a while, before asking, ‘Do you mean I’ve changed your mission, or your thoughts towards it?’

‘Both.’ He started picking at the grass, considering his words. He snapped the stem of a blue flower and twirled it between his fingers. ‘You live in a peaceful kingdom. Maybe Hearts has always been this way. But Chess is different. We’re one country torn apart by two ruling families, and we’ve been trapped in this war since . . . forever, as far as I can tell. And whenever it seems that one side has finally won and the war should be over . . . it’s as though Time resets and we start from the beginning. We do it all over again. Over and over. We’re trapped in a forever war between the white and the red. I’ve watched so many die on the battlefield. I’ve taken so many lives myself – pawns of the Red Queen, mostly, only for them to be replaced by new soldiers and sent forward again. There’s never any end to it.’

‘That sounds awful,’ Cath breathed.

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