The Grasshopper's Child

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She didn’t bat an eye when the man behind the Reception desk looked at her curiously. She just said Hi, and walked right into the Access Booth.
    This time a woman’s avatar came into the virtual room, and sat beside the Inspector at the blue table. She explained who she was; what a transient biometric scan was; that it was completely harmless and would be destroyed after use. Heidi pretended to look at the terms and conditions: gave her consent and the scan was taken. Nobody waved a wand around, she didn’t walk through a gate: she didn’t have to move from where she was. Weird to think that this was such a big deal at home, and people were outraged and terrified—
    It depends what you need, she thought. If you need it, you’ll put up with anything.
    â€˜Funny you ended up in Mehilhoc,’ remarked the Inspector, as they waited for the confirmation. ‘It’s a special sort of place, I hear. What d’you make of the set-up?’
    â€˜It seems like a bit of a rich hippies’ private manor,’ said Heidi, shrugging. ‘They rule the roost, but they share the wealth and all that, so I suppose it’s fine.’
    â€˜Mm, I see. How does this “sharing the wealth” work?’
    â€œOh, I dunno. Just, they organise stuff, and look after their own, I suppose.’
    â€˜Interesting.’
    In the crisp afternoon she ran joyfully uphill, and made another attempt to reach the towering Sequoia. Again it managed to vanish, so she ran to the knoll at the end of the ridge instead, to visit The Magic Vistas Panorama . The views of the Gardens weren’t much: too many wind-sown young trees had sprung up. She could barely make out the roof and chimneys of the Garden House; gingerbread gables like surprised eyebrows. One of the high windows must be her own. She felt like waving to the Bad Dream Cat: but she couldn’t quite figure out which. And there was the Sequoia, of course. She liked the sound of that word, the way it flowed: se-quoi-a . But you couldn’t put it in a poem, unless you had a good reason. It was too different. I won’t chase you anymore, she thought. One day I’ll just find you, and something marvellous will happen—
    The best vistas were far off in the distance: the dark river winding through snow; the village of Mehilhoc all tiny, and the white-iced spurs of cliff-tops that must hide the sea. A spiky blot on one of the spurs puzzled her. It looked as if the villagers had been building a monster bonfire. Maybe they have human sacrifices, she thought. Maybe Gorgeous George has to slice up a maiden with a golden knife every Beltane, to make the crops grow.
    If Brooklyn’s mum is going be nearly crying, and telling me she’s so sorry , a hundred times a minute, whenever she sees me, I just hope I don’t have meet her very often.
    I am a stranger in a place
    Of horror and secrets
    Sequoia is my guardian
    From the grey-eyed prince’s knife. . .
    Rubbish. Grey-eyed prince , bleggh. Get out of my head, Gorgeous George! She was going to see Mum, and that made everything okay. Common sense whispered in her ear: the police never do you a favour for nothing, what does he want? But she didn’t care.
    The sun had gone in. She ran again, until she spotted the Painted Dragon: first time since the day she found the Door in the Wall. Her feet couldn’t get more cold or wet, and she had time to spare, so she decided to check it out. She scrambled through undergrowth, down to the wall under that roof, and followed it through snowy thickets to the front of an enclosure. It genuinely was a dragon, not a weird-shaped branch. It pranced along a tiled roof, glaring at her. The tiles were green; except where they’d vanished. She’d found another Temple, like the Temple of the Dead Cats, but Chinese-style. A shallow flight of steps, white and spotless, led up to a gateless gate.
    The snow had melted, or been blown away, from the

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