Holly.
âYou mean ⦠?â Adam stared at her.
Holly nodded. âYup. The Blowing Stone is real. It was dragged down from the hill to the village years ago.â
âPeople said it made too much noise up there when the wind blew,â laughed Owen. âItâs in a cottage garden at the crossroads. Want to see it?â
âYouâre having me on.â
Holly and Owen grinned at each other and urged their ponies forward. Adam followed. They hacked through the village, along the lane and up to the crossroads. Holly disâmounted and led Harlequin onto the grass verge, where she tied the reins to the bars of a gate.
Adam and Owen followed suit.
âThis way, Adam,â Owen called as he and Holly climbed a stile into a small cottage garden.
âThis is someoneâs yard. Should we be in here?â Adam hesitated halfway over the stile.
Owen pointed out a small notice tacked onto a post. âItâs a historic site. Weâre allowed to visit this part of the garden.â
Holly patted a chest-high rock sitting in the middle of an unkempt lawn. âThis is the Blowing Stone. See if you can make it work.â
âYou mean blow into it?â
Holly and Owen nodded.
Adam walked around the stone. It was riddled with large holes and hollows, some full of dirt. A fern grew out of one hole and drooped artistically down the side.
The stone was an irregular shape, but the top surface was roughly flat. Adam ran his hand over it. Then he spotted what he was looking for: in one corner was a small hole the size of a quarter. It was unlike the other sharp-edged holes and hollows. The rock around the edges of this hole was worn smooth and shiny. He stuck his finger in it. âIs this where you are supposed to put your mouth? Itâll never work.â
Holly and Owen grinned.
Adam bent forward, gingerly placed his lips around the hole and blew hard several times. Nothing happened. Red cheeked with effort, he straightened up to catch his breath.
âYou have to make a seal all around the edge of the hole,â encouraged Holly. âThen try with your lips pursed. Like blowing a trumpet. But you need more air.â
âJust blow a gigantic raspberry,â advised Owen.
Adam laughed, took in an enormous lungful of air, pursed his lips, bent down and blew as hard as he could.
A sputtering moan echoed through the garden.
Four startled magpies burst out of a nearby hawthorn tree, squawking angrily, and landed on the cottage roof.
âFour for a boy,â chanted Holly, clapping. âAdam, this just might be your lucky day!â
Flushed with success, Adam blew again. The note was louder and longer but still not as impressive as he expected. âIt makes a weird noise.â
âYup. Sounds like a sick cow.â Owen grinned. âGo on ⦠try once more. Pretend youâre King Alfred. But I bet you canât make a sound that can be heard all around the vale.â
Adam stretched up and breathed heartily several times.
He walked around the stone again. âI think some of these holes have been stopped up on purpose,â he said. âThatâs what makes it so hard to blow.â He picked up a small stick and cleared several of the cavities around the side. Finally he sucked in an enormous breath and bent over the Blowing Stone once again.
BRoooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
The magpies took off in fright, and an astounded Holly clapped her hands over her ears. With a shout of laughter Owen headed for the stile as the note echoed and re-echoed around the garden, through the village and up over the downs.
âHoly mackerel,â said Adam, amazed. âThatâs loud enough to raise the dead. No wonder some holes were blocked.â
âAmazing! Iâve never known anyone make that loud a sound. Come on, letâs get out of here in case weâve made folks mad,â said Owen as he swung over the stile.
âOr scared the
James M. Cain
Jane Gardam
Lora Roberts
Colleen Clay
James Lee Burke
Regina Carlysle
Jessica Speart
Bill Pronzini
Robert E. Howard
MC Beaton