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Vita waited until the sun had fully set before she
scattered the bird seed on the inside window
sill. The day birds had all gone to roost, and no
pigeons came to peck at it.
She sat next to it and waited; and waited. She was
almost asleep when there was a flurry of wings and of
bright eyes, and a crow landed on her window sill and
began to devour the seed.
The bird had a tiny roll of paper tied to its foot.
Taking a letter off a bird’s foot is infin itely harder,
CHAPTER EIGHT
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Vita discovered, than it is made to sound in books. The
bird flapped round and round her room with Vita in
gently urgent pursuit, and it was not until she thought
to offer it the ginger snap she had been saving that it
stayed still long enough for her to unwind the three
wraps of string that held it in place.
The note read: ‘Come to the entrance of Carnegie
Hall at 11.20 p.m. Don’t be even a minute late. Eat
this note.’
Vita looked at the note, which had suffered some-
what from its prox im ity to the bird’s rear end, and
decided not to eat it. She flushed it down the lavat ory
instead.
Arkady was waiting behind one of the front doors of
the Hall, watch ing through a crack, and he pulled it
open before she could wonder whether to knock.
‘Come! A night guard patrols, but he only does the
ground floor. He’s just gone past. Quickly!’
He led Vita through the great hall, lit only by the
street lamps outside, and into the lift. ‘Second floor,’
he said. ‘The Chapter Hall.’
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‘The what?’
‘It’s like a tiny stage: just two hundred people. The
main hall takes nearly three thou sand. There’s a rig in
the Chapter.’
‘What kind of rig?’
‘Trapeze, obvi ously!’ He looked shocked at her
ignor ance. ‘The rig belongs to the Sabatini Sisters,
but they don’t mind Samuel using it. Or at least, they
wouldn’t mind if they knew. It has to be secret.’
‘What does?’
‘Samuel! He’s train ing to be an acrobat.’
‘Why does it have to be secret?’
‘Because he comes from a horse family.’ He shook
his head at her, as if this were obvious. ‘He has to
join his uncle’s act. It’s why he’s here – to learn
horse man ship.’
‘But couldn’t he just ask—’
‘No. Circus famil ies work like royalty – you do what
your parents did, by birth right. You get no more choice
about it than Tsar Alexander had about being Tsar.
Which is OK for me – I’ve always known I wanted to
work with animals: with dogs and horses and birds.’
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Vita thought of how his face had shone, bright as
torch light, as he rode Moscow across the sleep ing
city, and nodded.
‘But the problem is, Samuel is a great aerial artiste,’
said Arkady. She smiled at the word ‘artiste’, but his
face was utterly serious. ‘He taught himself, by
watch ing – like people teach them selves tunes on a
piano, you know? Except on his own body, and now
he can’t unlearn it. So.’
‘But that’s not fair!’ said Vita.
Arkady shrugged. ‘I know. But have you tried saying
that to an adult recently?’
‘That doesn’t mean you can’t change it. Nothing’s
unchange able!’
But Arkady was running ahead. ‘Come – here!’
The room was wooden- floored with wood panel-
ling and a high ceiling. Chairs were laid out along
three sides of the room, a single lamp was lit. The
room smelt of sweat and chalk.
In the middle of the room were what looked like
four rugby goal posts. Attached to the two posts at
either end were plat forms; from the middle two hung
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what looked like small iron swings. Beneath them was
a net. At the top of one plat form was a boy, stand ing on
one leg, the other held high above his head.
‘Samuel!’ called Arkady. ‘She’s here.’
The boy turned, and grinned, but went imme di-
ately back to his stretch ing; and Vita quietly reminded
herself to blink.
Samuel was beau ti ful; and his beauty was of the
kind that makes your lungs tempor ar ily forget their
func tion. He was clad entirely in black – black cotton
trousers, a black singlet, black bands at his wrist,
black ballet shoes. His hair was cropped close to his
head, and his cheekbones slanted across his face like
twin cliff- edges. He set both hands on the plat form
and kicked himself into a hand stand.
‘Talk now or later?’ asked Arkady.
‘Later,’ said Samuel, upside down. He barely
seemed to have registered Vita’s pres ence. ‘I’m trying
something new.’ His accent was New York, but with
something else: a length and depth to the vowels that
suggested a different mother tongue.
Samuel flipped upright, dipped his hands in chalk,
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picked up a long pole with a crook at the end of it,
and, leaning out over the edge of the plat form, used it
to draw the iron swing towards him. He caught hold
of it with one hand, leaning out over the net with just
his heels on the plat form.
He looked down at Arkady, and his face was rigid
with concen tra tion.
‘Call me in?’ he said.
Arkady shouted back, ‘Listo!’
‘Listo?’ whispered Vita.
‘Spanish for “ready”.’
Samuel shifted his weight. ‘Ready!’
‘Hep!’ called Arkady.
And Samuel cast himself off into the air, both
hands on the bar of the trapeze, flying. At the peak of
the swing, he let go, somer saul ted in the air above the
bar, and hooked back on to it with his knees. Vita’s
stomach lurched.
The boy spun upright, grasped the ropes on either
side of the swing, and stood up on the bar. He swayed
his body back and forth, and the swing soared, so
high that at its peak he was facing directly down wards
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and Vita caught a fleet ing glimpse of his face. Then,
without the slight est noise, he let go and dropped
forward, spin ning a full circle in the air, up and over
the swing with only his ankle hooked over the bar.
Vita gasped. It wasn’t just the way he dropped
through the air, as if gravity had granted him a special
dispens a tion; it wasn’t just his flight. It was the look
that had trans formed his face.
Samuel’s jaw was set, and he did not smile, but
there was some thing strange and prodi gious and fer -
o cious on his coun ten ance. It was the joy of someone
doing the thing they were born to do.
Vita did not know for how long Samuel swung, and
spun, and cast his body kaleido scope- wise. She only
knew that she didn’t want him to stop. Then, as the
swing rose higher and higher, he let go and spun in a
double somer sault, falling as the swing fell, reached
out to grab it, missed, and fell into the net.
He sat up, his eyes shining.
‘New trick?’ called Arkady.
‘Didn’t work,’ said Samuel, stand ing in the net and
brush ing off his hands. ‘Did you see what went wrong?’
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Up close he was slight and lean, but with large hands
and feet that said he would be tall, some day.
‘You were on the down swing,’ said Arkady. ‘I think
maybe two- thirds of a second too late,’ he said. ‘But I
don’t know if it’s possible to do a double somer sault.’
‘It is!’ Samuel shook his head. ‘But I could feel
I was off.’ He jumped down from the net, wiping his
fore head with his shirt. His flight had changed him;
his whole body was looser, less wary.
‘You’re Vita,’ he said. ‘Ark said you need
some thing.’
Vita felt for the red book in her pocket and gripped
it tight. She straightened her spine. ‘I need a team,’
she said. And as swiftly as she could, she explained:
about the Castle, and the emerald pendant, and the
need for money and armies of lawyers to bring
Sorrotore to his knees.
‘I need to get over a wall, maybe fifteen or twenty
feet.’
‘Why can’t you just take a ladder?’
‘Because the wall rises straight out of a lake.
A small one, but still a lake. It needs a rope.’
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‘A lake?’ said Samuel.
‘A real new trick!’ said Arkady. His enthu si asm
made his words pile up against one another. ‘We’re
going to be thieves!’
Samuel frowned.
‘No, I know what you’re think ing,’ said Arkady
hurriedly, ‘but it’s steal ing back what was already
stolen. Good thieves!’
‘Necessary thieves,’ said Vita.
‘And it’s out in the coun tryside,’ said Arkady, ‘way
out in nowhere, so we won’t get caught. Probably,
anyway.’
Samuel did not look convinced. ‘Why, though?
Why are you doing it?’
Vita looked up at the trapeze, which still swung
back and forth above their heads.
‘Because nobody else is going to do it,’ she said.
‘That’s not actu ally a reason,’ said Samuel. ‘You
could say that about almost anything.’
Vita bit her lip. ‘Mama says we have to be sens ible.
She wants to make my grand father come back
home to England with us, whether he wants to or
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not. And Grandpa goes blank if you try to ask
him about it. His whole face is like a door slam ming
shut.’
Vita closed her eyes, to hide from the thought –
and then opened them.
‘But if we just pack up and go home, Sorrotore will
have won. He’ll win, just like men like him always
win. So I don’t want to be sens ible.’
She looked down at her left shoe, at the twist
and arch of her foot, at the break able thin ness of
her left leg. She thought of all the well- meaning
adults, with their sit down, take care, not youdears.
She shook her head, and straightened every bone in
her body. ‘Just once, I don’t want to do what I’m told!
I want to fight. I’m going to fight.’
Samuel looked at her for a long, thickly laden
moment. ‘My father’s at home in Mashonaland, in
Africa,’ he said. ‘He gave everything he had to send
me out here, when I was a tiny kid, to tour with my
uncle: to join the act. If I don’t, I’m letting down
the whole family: cousins, aunts: everyone. But –
when I was three, I taught myself to backflip. I loved
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the way it felt when I landed back up on my feet: like
a magic trick. I can’t give it up.’ He stared at his hands,
which were covered in chalk. ‘So – I can understand
not wanting to do what you’re told.’
And then he smiled, and the smile rose up to his
ears and his discon cert ing beauty vanished in favour
of glee: the glee of the usually careful turned reck-
less. ‘Exactly how wide is the wall?’
‘I don’t know. Quite wide, I think.’
‘And exactly how tall?’
Vita shook her head. ‘About fifteen feet. Maybe
twenty. I don’t know.’
‘I need to know exactly. For the rope. Do you have
a blue print?’
‘A what?’ said Arkady. ‘I don’t know that word.’
‘It’s an archi tec tural plan of a house,’ said
Samuel.
‘I don’t have one,’ said Vita, ‘but I can find one.’ Her
voice, she noted with relief, sounded far more
confid ent than she felt.
‘If you find one,’ said Samuel, ‘then I’m in. I’ll join
your heist.’ And he wiped his chalky palms on his
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black trousers and stuck out his hand.
Arkady clapped his hands above his head and
whooped, but an unex pec ted surge of hot guilt rose
up in Vita’s chest. The two boys stood, shoulder to
shoulder, identical grins. They had never seen
Sorrotore, nor seen the ice in him. She had not told
them about the news pa per head line.
She pushed the guilt down, down where she
could not feel it. She laid her hand in Samuel’s and
shook it.
‘When do we go?’ asked Arkady. ‘Soon! Tomorrow!’
‘Soon,’ said Vita. ‘But not tomor row.’
‘But why not tomor row?’
‘There’s still a lot to do,’ said Vita. ‘Like Samuel
says – every heist needs a blue print.’
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