The Unseen(72)

‘It is too warm in here, isn’t it?’ Albert says. ‘When the maid comes up I shall have her open the windows again.’ But moments after Cat does as she is bidden, the first moths and other insects begin to invade the room, cannoning headlong towards the lights and making Amelia emit little screams of horror. Cat closes the windows again, and gazes with an expression of mild amusement at the array of winged life circling the room. ‘That will be all!’ Albert snaps at Cat, whose face hardens as she turns to go. Hester happens to look at Robin, and is sure she sees the merest of winks narrow his right eye as he watches Cat go; but when she looks at Cat the girl’s face is averted, her shoulders set.

‘I recently asked my class at the Bluecoat School what they thought fairies looked like, and what they thought they did. All of them had an opinion, and they drew me some lovely pictures,’ Hester says in the strained pause that follows. Robin nods, a frown still ghosting the skin of his brow.

‘Pretty little girls with butterfly wings, I would guess?’ he suggests, curtly.

‘Yes, variations along those lines, certainly,’ Hester agrees.

‘I think a great many children are in fact clairvoyant, until the onset of puberty causes the mind to close off, and earthly distractions to mar the inner vision,’ Robin says. ‘That’s why they’re all so familiar with the elementals – and why stories of fairies abound in children’s fables. I should very much like to come along and talk to the children in your class about what they’ve seen, Mrs Canning.’

‘Oh, well, of course you might have, Mr Durrant, but I’m afraid the school is closed now, for the rest of the summer. I shan’t be teaching again until after the harvest.’

‘Oh. Pity.’ Robin shrugs.

‘But why should these nature spirits take on human form? Why should they assume the forms of girls at all, albeit with wings and other non-human attributes? If they are the guardians of the plants and trees – the souls of these plants, as Hester put it earlier – then surely they should look like the plants?’ Amelia asks, in a tone of open scepticism. Hester feels her heart beat faster, and a prickle of unease makes her shift in her seat. She sends a silent plea to her sister for peace. Robin smiles tightly into his soup for a moment before answering.

‘Why, because the elementals are able to reach into our thoughts, of course – into our very minds, and take on the forms that they find there; forms in which they can present themselves to us and be understood. Forms that they find beautiful, and which we do too.’

‘They can read our minds?’ Albert asks, sounding slightly appalled by the idea.

‘Certainly – perhaps not in a lucid or coherent way, but to draw upon images and feelings, certainly. To pick up emotions and the vibrations of a person’s inner energy, most definitely,’ Robin says, gazing so intently at Amelia that she is forced to look away.

‘But their behaviour is purely … functional, is it not?’ Albert asks, as if keen to clarify things to the women.

‘Indeed. They act solely within the bounds of their purpose, that is, to distribute energy to their charges. They are carrying out abstract orders from their superiors, the devas – a race akin to a lower order of angels.’

‘A lower order of angels? Indeed?’ Amelia asks, not hiding the doubt in her voice. ‘And what do they look like?’

‘I have never seen one myself. It would take a higher degree of initiation than I currently possess, though one day I hope to progress to such a level. Those who have seen them describe their enormous size, and the tremendous power of them. They have been much associated with ley lines, and the earth’s own massive energy flows. I believe that it is the devas who lie at the core of our folkloric traditions of dragons and giants.’

‘Dragons? Indeed?’ Amelia casts an amused glace at her sister.

‘I can assure you there is nobody more knowledgeable about these beings than Mr Durrant, Mrs Entwhistle.’ Albert speaks up, defensively. Thoughts chase visibly across his face and cast troubled shadows over his eyes. Hester wishes she could reach out and take his hand, but it would not do at the table.

‘Oh, I’m sure of that,’ Amelia says, with an ironic tilt of her brows. Robin smiles, a narrow, thoughtful smile, as though at a private joke. Hester searches desperately for a way to lead the conversation in a different direction, but Robin speaks again before she can.

‘There is plenty of evidence, in spite of the basic nature of these elementals, that they are leading lives of greater freedom and joy than all of mankind. The purpose of theosophy is to redress this imbalance; to allow mankind, in the full knowledge of his position and condition, to live more freely, less caught up with the mundane and the material,’ he says, putting down his spoon and lacing his hands before him on the table. ‘Geoffrey Hodson, a very great clairvoyant, has witnessed undines – water elementals – in Lancashire, sporting in the waterfalls of a fast-flowing stream. The creatures, some twelve inches in height, were hovering in the rainbows cast by the spray, absorbing the vital energy from the sun and water until it grew too great for them to contain. He saw the effort and concentration with which they gathered and held the stored energy until they were fit to burst. Then they released it in a powerful moment of climactic euphoria, their colours flaring to great vibrancy, their eyes shining with expressions of extreme joy and rapture, after which they fell into a dreamy state of relaxed bliss.’ Hester stares at her soup, at her spoon frozen above it in her hand. She doen’t dare look up at anybody at the table. A scorching blush floods her cheeks.