Fairy Rider By Leonie Roderick
Peacy’s solutions to the problems Dillon gave him before his appointment with Delia O’Shea are neatly arranged on his desk.
He glances at them and nods approvingly before sitting down heavily on his bed.
He has met Dream-Girl – but also encountered a can of worms. She gave him so much to think about – worry about. She has an unshakeable belief in him and his powers – more than he has.
If those scientists arrive, how will they know and be prepared? How will he keep her from falling into their hands?
He sits with his chin resting on a fist when Peacy enters the room after a single tap of his knuckles on the door.
“Is there a problem, Dillon?”
“Not with your work. It’s personal…”
“Can I help you? You have done so much for me that I would gladly help any way I can…”
“Don’t worry, Peacy. I’m probably exaggerating it. Let me think about it for a few days…”
“Are you going back to the city? Is that what is bothering you?” Peacy asks, feeling his shoulders slump. He knew it was too good to be true. Life isn’t like this. Life is hard and never gives you an even chance, not to mention what you desire.
Dillon smiles wanly. “No, I’m staying here. This is an unexpected problem and as I told you, a personal one.”
“It’s a girl. It’s only women who work men up, like this. I think you mentioned a Dream-Girl once. Is she the one making you feel like an idiot?”
“You’re right and wrong. I need to come up with a solution and I don’t know how.”
“You’re good getting answers. You’ll find a way…”
“You’re making me into a hero and I’m not. Getting answers to schoolwork is nothing compared to what I’m faced with.”
“When you decide you need help, ask. My mother and I will do all we can to help you.”
“This problem doesn’t have a simple answer. It will take time to evaluate and think about.”
“You’re not in trouble, are you?”
“No, I’m good. It’s a friend who asked me for help. Its old history which is coming back to haunt them and it may bring really wicket scientific people to come and force unsavoury responses from them. I don’t really understand the situation. ” He falls silent for a few seconds and then tells Peacy quietly: “It could end up in abduction. Please don’t talk about it to anyone.”
“This problem is like the tree?”
“Oh no, it’s much bigger and more dangerous.”
“I visited an old man who has lived here many years. I asked him about the people who stayed here in the district many years ago. He was a child and can’t remember the man’s name but he remembers the circumstances. It was during the war, the Second World War. A man stayed here with his friends. He was from the Netherlands and they were all called to come back home and fight. The country needed soldiers and they used every available man. He didn’t want to join their army, so he stayed here, hidden. He must have carved out that tree in case the police came to look for him.”
Dillon ponders his answer and then nods. “Yes, it makes sense.”
“You still want me to keep quiet about the tree?”
“I think it will be good to keep it a secret. I think that tree is going to help us when the time comes.”
Dillon fiddles with the paper on his desk, picks up a pen and drops it again.
Peacy waits quietly. He knows Dillon hasn’t finished with him. There is still information left to be discussed.
Taking a deep breath he makes his decision:
“Peacy, if I ask you to be on the lookout for some people, will it be a problem for you?”
“You want me to spy on someone for you?”
“No – not exactly. I just want to know when they get to town.”
“Who are these people?”
“I don’t know. They never travel alone, but always in a group – they could be from four individuals up to eight. They usually drive in vans, and they wear suits.”
“Do you know their names?”
“No names – they will be strangers to our country and they are not our friends.”
“They are like aliens, coming to take over the human race – like in the movies?”
“This is for real and nothing like the movies. I’m not sure what their motives are, but it can’t be good. They are aliens in the sense they are from another country. They will abduct a girl if they find her and take her away with them.”
Dillon has only mentioned this girl once during their time spent together and as Peacy is sure this is all about the problems girls can cause, it means only one thing: ‘’They will take Dream-Girl with them?” he guesses.
The agitation is easily read on Dillon’s features.
“If they find her she will disappear. Once she is with them she will never come back or be able to live a normal life.”
“What does Dream-Girl have that they want?”
“She has a wonderful talent they will exploit until there is nothing left and then they will dispose of her.”
“It sounds awful, Dillon. I’ll keep my eyes and ears open. There isn’t much that escapes my people. There’s always one who hears or sees what’s going on. When school starts it will be easier. Then I’ll be able to talk to all the pupils without difficulty.”
“Thank you, Peacy. I appreciate this.”
Richard Young enters his son’s room and doesn’t notice the consternation on the youngster’ faces.
Peacy immediately leaves the room quietly and waits in the passage.
Dillon feels as though he has turned to stone. How much has his father heard of the conversation?
“I didn’t know you were home,” Dillon says and even his voice sounds out of breath.
“Your mother and I came home earlier. My last patient cancelled and your mom didn’t want to leave you here on your own. You can come back in, Peacy.”
“I see…” Dillon says but doesn’t see at all.
Richard picks up the neatly stacked math problems and turns the pages over, reading a few answers.
“You have come a long way, Peacy,” he compliments the boy.
“Thanks to Dillon – he has been a good teacher. I understand it so much better now.”
“I’m glad. Dillon, I phoned your old headmaster this morning.”
“How did you find his private number? I can’t believe he is at school – not during a holiday and all.”
“It pays to have friends – I talked to one of my golf cronies and he gave it to me.”
“Why did you want to contact him?”
“I wanted his input. I thought you should try home schooling and he agreed with me. He thinks you’ll do well. You have the motivation and the self- discipline. He also promised to send you all the information they have and some lectures. Then you will have a double batch of information to work from. If Peacy wants he can join you.”
Peacy’s eyes widen for a second and then he smiles. He would really like to work here with Dillon and not attend school.
Thinking about his promise to look out for the wicket scientists he is sure he can ask his relatives to look out for strangers and let him know, without giving their secret away.
Dillon also thinks the home school idea is great. Then he would be able to get Dream-Girl … Elva to work and study with them. It will take time for him to get used to the idea of calling her by her name.
Yes things are working out for them.
Once they are rid of those wicket scientists they should be able to live normal lives!
Tomorrow I am back from my holiday and then I will personally put the next chapter up. See you then, Fairy Riders