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　　There　were　still　a　few　figures　lingering　around　the　pig…house。　The　wall　of　the　sow's　partment　was　lined　with　candles；　dozens　and　dozens　of　them。　They　burned　steadily　in　the　still　air；　throwing　a　rich　warm　light　on　to　brick；　and　on　to　the　faces　of　the　few　who　still　stared　into　the　mysteries　of　the　sty。
　　Leverthal　was　among　them；　as　was　the　warder　who'd　knelt　at　Lacey's　head　that　first　day。　Two　or　three　boys　were　there　too；　whose　faces　he　recognized　but　could　put　no　name　to。
　　There　was　a　noise　from　the　sty；　the　sound　of　the　sow's　feet　on　the　straw　as　she　accepted　their　stares。　Somebody　was　speaking；　but　he　couldn't　make　out　who。　An　adolescent's　voice；　with　a　lilt　to　it。　As　the　voice　halted　in　its　monologue；　the　warder　and　another　of　the　boys　broke　rank；　as　if　dismissed；　and　turned　away　into　the　dark。　Redman　crept　a　little　closer。　Time　was　of　the　essence　now。　Soon　the　first　of　the　congregation　would　have　crossed　the　field　and　be　back　in　the　Main　Building。　They'd　see　Slape's　corpse：　raise　the　alarm。　He　must　find　Lacey　now；　if　indeed　Lacey　was　still　to　be　found。
　　Leverthal　saw　him　first。　She　looked　up　from　the　sty　and　nodded　a　greeting；　apparently　unconcerned　by　his　arrival。　It　was　as　if　his　appearance　at　this　place　was　inevitable；　as　if　all　routes　led　back　to　the　farm；　to　the　straw　house　and　the　smell　of　excrement。　It　made　a　kind　of　sense　that　she'd　believe　that。　He　almost　believed　it　himself。
　　〃Leverthal；〃　he　said。
　　She　smiled　at　him；　openly。　The　boy　beside　her　raised　his　head　and　smiled　too。
　　〃Are　you　Henessey？〃　he　asked；　looking　at　the　boy。
　　The　youth　laughed；　and　so　did　Leverthal。
　　〃No；〃　she　said。　〃No。　No。　No。　Henessey　is　here。〃　She　pointed　into　the　sty。
　　Redman　walked　the　few　remaining　yards　to　the　wall　of　the　sty；　expecting　and　not　daring　to　expect；　the　straw　and　the　blood　and　the　pig　and　Lacey。
　　But　Lacey　wasn't　there。　Just　the　sow；　big　and　beady　as　ever；　standing　amongst　pats　of　her　own　ordure；　her　huge；　ridiculous　ears　flapping　over　her　eyes。
　　〃Where's　Henessey？〃　asked　Redman；　meeting　the　sow's　gaze。
　　〃Here；〃　said　the　boy。
　　〃This　is　a　pig。〃
　　〃She　ate　him；〃　said　the　youth；　still　smiling。　He　obviously　thought　the　idea　delightful。　〃She　ate　him：　and　he　speaks　out　of　her。〃　Redman　wanted　to　laugh。　This　made　Lacey's　tales　of　ghosts　seem　almost　plausible　by　parison。　They　were　telling　him　the　pig　was　possessed。
　　〃Did　Henessey　hang　himself；　as　Tommy　said？〃　Leverthal　nodded。
　　〃In　the　sty？〃　Another　nod。
　　Suddenly　the　pig　took　on　a　different　aspect。　In　his　imagination　he　saw　her　reaching　up　to　sniff　at　the　feet　of　Henessey's　twitching　body；　sensing　the　death　ing　over　it；　salivating　at　the　thought　of　its　flesh。　He　saw　her　licking　the　dew　that　oozed　from　its　skin　as　it　rotted；　lapping　at　it；　nibbling　daintily　at　first；　then　devouring　it。　It　wasn't　too　difficult　to　understand　how　the　boys　could　have　made　a　mythology　of　that　atrocity：　inventing　hymns　to　it；　attending　upon　the　pig　like　a　god。　The　candles；　the　reverence；　the　intended　sacrifice　of　Lacey：　it　was　evidence　of　sickness；　but　it　was　no　more　strange　than　a　thousand　other　customs　of　faith。　He　even　began　to　understand　Lacey's　lassitude；　his　inability　to　fight　the　powers　that　overtook　him。
　　Mama；　they　fed　me　to　the　pig。
　　Not　Mama；　help　me；　save　me。　Just：　they　gave　me　to　the　pig。
　　All　this　he　could　understand：　they　were　children；　many　of　them　under…educated；　some　verging　on　mental　instability；　all　susceptible　to　superstition。　But　that　didn't　explain　Leverthal。　She　was　staring　into　the　sty　again；　and　Redman　registered　for　the　first　time　that　her　hair　was　unclipped；　and　lay　on　her　shoulders；　honey…coloured　in　the　candlelight。
　　〃It　looks　like　a　pig　to　me；　plain　and　simple；〃　he　said。
　　〃She　speaks　with　his　voice；〃　Leverthal　said；　quietly。　〃Speaks　in　tongues；　you　might　say。　You'll　hear　him　in　a　while。　My　darling　boy。〃　Then　he　understood。　〃You　and　Henessey？〃
　　〃Don't　look　so　horrified；〃　she　said。　〃He　was　eighteen：　hair　blacker　than　you've　ever　seen。　And　he　loved　me。〃
　　〃Why　did　he　hang　himself？〃
　　〃To　live　forever；〃　she　said；　〃so　he'd　never　be　a　man；　and　die。〃
　　〃We　didn't　find　him　for　six　days；〃　said　the　youth；　almost　whispering　it　in　Redman's　ear；　〃and　even　then　she　wouldn't　let　anybody　near　him；　once　she　had　him　to　herself。　The　pig；　I　mean。　Not　the　Doctor。　Everyone　loved　Kevin；　you　see；〃　he　whispered　intimately。　〃He　was　beautiful。〃
　　〃And　where's　Lacey？〃　Leverthal's　loving　smile　decayed。
　　〃With　Kevin；〃　said　the　youth；　〃where　Kevin　wants　him。〃　He　pointed　through　the　door　of　the　sty。　There　was　a　body　lying　on　the　straw；　back　to　the　door。
　　〃If　you　want　him；　you'll　have　to　go　and　get　him；〃　said　the　boy；　and　the　next　moment　he　had　the　back　of　Redman's　neck　in　a　vice…like　grip。
　　The　sow　responded　to　the　sudden　action。　She　started　to　stamp　the　straw；　showing　the　whites　of　her　eyes。
　　Redman　tried　to　shrug　off　the　boy's　grip；　at　the　same　time　delivering　an　elbow　to　his　belly。　The　boy　backed　off；　winded　and　cursing；　only　to　be　replaced　by　Leverthal。
　　〃Go　to　him；〃　she　said　as　she　snatched　at　Redman's　hair。　〃Go　to　him　if　you　want　him。〃　Her　nails　raked　across　his　temple　and　nose；　just　missing　his　eyes。
　　〃Get　off　me！〃　he　said；　trying　to　shake　the　woman　off；　but　she　clung；　her　head　lashing　back　and　forth　as　she　tried　to　press　him　over　the　wall。
　　The　rest　happened　with　horrid　speed。　Her　long　hair　brushed　through　a　candle　flame　and　her　head　caught　fire；　the　flames　climbing　quickly。　Shrieking　for　help　she　stumbled　heavily　against　the　gate。　It　failed　to　support　her　weight；　and　gave　inward。　Redman　watched　helplessly　as　the　burning　woman　fell　amongst　the　straw。　The　flames　spread　enthusiastically　across　the　forecourt　towards　the　sow；　lapping　up　the　kindling。
　　Even　now；　in　extremis；　the　pig　was　still　a　pig。　No　miracles　here：　no　speaking；　or　pleading；　in　tongues。　The　animal　panicked　as　the　blaze　surrounded　her；　cornering　her　stamping　bulk　and　licking　at　her　flanks。　The　air　was　filled　with　the　stench　of　singeing　bacon　as　the　flames　ran　up　her　sides　and　over　her　head；　chasing　through　her　bristles　like　a　grass…fire。
　　Her　voice　was　a　pig's　voice；　her　plaints　a　pig's　plaints。　Hysterical　grunts　escaped　her　lips　and　she　hurtled　across　the　forecourt　of　the　sty　and　out　of　the　broken　gate；　trampling　Leverthal。
　　The　sow's　body；　still　burning；　was　a　magic　thing　in　the　night　as　she　careered　across　the　field；　weaving　about　in　her　pain。　Her　cries　did　not　diminish　as　the　dark　ate　her　up；　they　seemed　just　to　echo　back　and　forth　across　the　field；　unable　to　find　a　way　out　of　the　locked　room。
　　Redman　stepped　over　Leverthal's　fire…ridden　corpse　and　into　the　sty。　The　straw　was　burning　on　every　side；　and　the　fire　was　creeping　towards　the　door。　He　half…shut　his　eyes　against　the　stinging　smoke　and　ducked　into　the　pig…house。
　　Lacey　was　lying　as　he　had　been　all　along；　back　to　the　door。　Redman　turned　the　boy　over。　He　was　alive。　He　was　awake。　His　face；　bloated　with　tears　and　terror；　stared　up　off　his　straw　pillow；　eyes　so　wide　they　looked　fit　to　leap　from　his　head。
　　〃Get　up；〃　said　Redman；　leaning　over　the　boy。
　　His　small　body　was　rigid；　and　it　was　all　Redman　could　do　to　prize　his　limbs　apart。　With　little　words　of　care；　he　coaxed　the　boy　to　his　feet　as　the　smoke　began　to　swirl　into　the　pig…house。
　　〃e　on；　it's　all　right；　e　on。〃　He　stood　upright　and　something　brushed　his　hair。　Redman　felt　a　little　rain　of　worms　across　his　face　and　glanced　up　to　see　Henessey；　or　what　was　left　of　him；　still　suspended　from　the　crossbeam　of　the　pig…house。　His　features　were　inprehensible；　blackened　to　a　drooping　mush。　His　body　was　raggedly　gnawed　off　at　the　hip；　and　his　innards　hung　from　the　foetid　carcass；　dangling　in　wormy　loops　in　front　of　Redman's　face。
　　Had　it　not　been　for　the　thick　smoke　the　smell　of　the　body　would　have　been　overpowering。　As　it　was　Redman　was　simply　revolted；　and　his　revulsion　gave　strength　to　his　arm。　He　hauled　Lacey　out　of　the　shadow　of　the　body　and　pushed　him　through　the　door。
　　Outside　the　straw　was　no　longer　blazing　as　brightly；　but　the　light　of　fire　and　candles　and　burning　body　still　made　him　squint　after　the　dark　interior。
　　〃e　on　lad；〃　he　said；　lifting　the　kid　through　the　flames。　The　boy's　eyes　were　button…bright；　lunatic…bright。　They　said　futility。
　　They　crossed　the　sty　to　the　gate；　skipping　Leverthal's　corpse；　and　headed　into　the　darkness　of　the　open　field。
　　The　boy　seemed　to　be　stirring　from　his　stricken　state　with　every　step　they　took　away　from　the　farm。　Behind　them　the　sty　was　already　a　blazing　memory。　Ahead；　the　night　was　as　still　and　impenetrable　as　ever。
　　Redman　tried　not　to　think　of　the　pig。　It　must　be　dead　by　now；　surely。
　　But　as　they　ran；　there　seemed　to　be　a　noise　in　the　earth　as　something　huge　kept　pace　with　them；　content　to　keep　its　distance；　wary　now　but　relentless　in　its　pursuit。
　　He　dragged　on　Lacey's　arm；　and　hurried　on；　the　ground　sun　baked　beneath　their　feet。　Lacey　was　whimpering　now；　no　words　as　yet；　but　sound　at　least。　It　was　a　good　sign；　a　sign　Redman　needed。
　　He'd　had　about　his　fill　of　insanity。
　　They　reached　the　building　without　incident。　The　corridors　were　as　empty　as　they'd　been　when　he'd　left　an　hour　ago。　Perhaps　nobody　had　found　Slape's　corpse　yet。　It　was　possible。　None　of　the　boys　had　seemed　in　a　fit　mood　for　recreation。　Perhaps　they　had　slipped　silently　to　their　dormitories；　to　sleep　off　their　worship。
　　It　was　time　to　find　a　phone　and　call　the　Police。
　　Man　and　boy　walked　down　the　corridor　towards　the　Governor's　Office　hand　in　hand。　Lacey　had　fallen　silent　again；　but　his　expression　was　no　longer　so　manic；　it　looked　as　though　cleansing　tears　might　be　close。　He　sniffed；　made　noises　in　his　throat。
　　His　grip　on　Redman's　hand　tightened；　then　relaxed　pletely。
　　Ahead；　the　vestibule　was　in　darkness。　Somebody　had　smashed　the　bulb　recently。　It　still　rocked　gently　on　its　cable；　illuminated　by　a　seepage　of　dull　light　from　the　window。
　　〃e　on。　There's　nothing　to　be　afraid　of。　e　on；　boy。〃　Lacey　bent　to　Redman's　hand　and　bit　the　flesh。　The　trick　was　so　quick　he　let　the　boy　go　before　he　could　prevent　himself；　and　Lacey　was　showing　his　heels　as　he　scooted　away　down　the　corridor　away　from　the　vestibule。
　　No　matter。