Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

relaxed. " He glanced at Sarah, who had quietly seated herself at the table in the corner before the tape deck. Then he turned back to Jo. "Now, Joanna—may I call you Joanna?"

"Jo, " Jo whispered.

"Very well, Jo. I want you to relax completely and close your eyes. "

Jo felt the panic overtaking her. Her eyes flew open and she sat upright. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I don't think I can do it. "

"Just as you like. Try leaning back against those cushions. Why don't we try a light trance first, just to make you feel more relaxed, shall we? There's nothing to worry about. Just something to make you feel good. You may have seen Bill Walton do it. It's a very usual way of testing people's reactions. "

Behind him Sarah smiled grimly, recognizing the tone of his voice as she saw Jo make herself comfortable against the cushions, her ankles crossed on the soft hide of the sofa. Jo closed her eyes once more and visibly tried to make herself relax.

"That's fine. " Bennet moved toward her on silent feet. "Now, the sun is filling the room once more, so I'm going to ask Sarah to pull down the blinds, but meanwhile I want you to keep your eyes tightly closed. " He glanced at the window. The sun had gone. The narrow strip of sky visible from the room was a livid bruise of cloud. There was a low rumble of thunder as he began speaking again. "That's right. You can feel the light burning your eyes. Keep them tightly closed. That's fine. " He touched her face lightly. "Now you want to open them but you can't. The light is too bright. "

Jo did not move. She could hear him clearly and she knew she could open her eyes if she wanted to, but she could sense the glare behind her lids. There seemed no point in moving until Sarah had shut out the sun, the dazzling white shape that had appeared over the rim of the house on the other side of Devonshire Place, shining directly into the room.

Bennet took her hand gently. "Jo, can you hear me? Good. Now I'm going to tickle your hand slightly, just enough to make you smile. Can you feel me do it?"

Sarah gasped. He had taken a small pin from his lapel and driven it deeply into her palm. Jo smiled, her eyes still closed, still wondering why he didn't shut out the sun.

Bennet glanced at Sarah. Then he turned back to Jo.

"Now, my dear, I want you to go back to when you were a little girl... "

Some ten minutes later Sarah's whisper broke into his concentration. "Carl, she's the best subject I've ever seen. "

He frowned at her, his whole attention fixed on the figure lying back against the cushions in front of him. "I had a feeling she might be, " he replied in an undertone. "I can't understand why Cohen couldn't reach her, unless—" He broke off and looked at her thoughtfully.

"Unless what?"

"Unless he gave her a posthypnotic suggestion that she should not remember for some reason. " He turned back to Jo. "Now, Jo, my dear, I want you to go back, back to the time before you were born, to the dark time, when you were floating free... "

Jo stirred uneasily, moving her head from side to side. Then she lay still again, completely relaxed as she listened to him.

"Now, Jo. Before the darkness. When you lived before. Do you remember? You are another person, in another time. Do you remember? Can you tell me? What do you see?"

Jo opened her eyes and stared hard in front of her at the arm of the sofa. "It's getting dark, " she said uncertainly. "Dark and cold. "

"Are you indoors or out, can you see?" Bennet frowned at the window, which showed that it was indeed getting dark and that a torrential summer rain had begun to fall, streaming down the windows, gurgling from a broken gutter. There was another deep roll of thunder.

Jo spoke hesitantly. "It's the trees. They're so thick here. I don't like the forest. "

"Do you know which forest it is?" Bennet was watching her intently.

"No. "

"Can you tell me your name?"

She frowned, puzzled. "I don't know. Some call me—they call me Matilda—No, Moll... I don't know. "

"Can you tell me something about yourself, Matilda? Where do you live?"

Slowly Jo pushed herself up from the cushions till she was sitting bolt upright, staring into space. "I live, " she said firmly. "I live far away from here. In the mountains. " Then she shook her head, perplexed. "The mountains fill my eyes. Black and misty, not like at home. " She began to rub her eyes with her knuckles, like a child. She looked bewildered. "I don't know. I don't remember. I want to sleep. " She lay back and closed her eyes.

"Tell me something else then, Matilda, " Bennet prompted gently. "What are you doing?"

There was no answer.

"Are you walking in the forest, or riding perhaps?"

Jo hunched her shoulders rebelliously and said nothing. Bennet sighed. "Come now, my dear. Tell me what are you wearing? Are you dressed in your prettiest clothes?" He was coaxing now. He glanced at his watch and then looked at Sarah. "Pity. I thought we were going to get something interesting. We might try again another time—" He broke off as Jo let out an exclamation.

"They told me to forget. How can I forget? It is happening now... "

Bennet had not taken his eyes off her face. He leaned forward, every nerve ending suddenly tense.

Slowly Jo was standing up. She took a couple of paces from the sofa and stood looking at the wall, her eyes wide open. "When is it going to stop snowing?" she asked distinctly. She wrapped her arms around herself as if trying to enfold herself more warmly in her thin linen dress and he saw her shiver violently.

"It is