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ines out and did some tying； untangling line from line； knot from knot。
I called Esmerelda over。 She had a fistful of tiny flowers； and made me wait patiently while she described them all； making up her own names when she forgot or had never learned the real ones。 I accepted the daisy she gave me graciously and put it in the buttonhole of my jacket's left breast pocket。 I told her that I had finished constructing the new kite； and that she could help me test it in the wind。 She was excited； wanting to hold the strings。 I told her she might get a chance； though of course I would have the ultimate control。 She wanted to hold the flowers as well； and I told her that might just be possible。
Esmerlda ooh'd and ah'd over the size of the kite and the fierce doggy painted on it。 The kite lay on the wind…ruffled grass like an impatient manta； rippling。 I found the main control lines and gave them to Esmerelda； showing her how to hold them； and where。 I had made loops to go over her wrists； I told her； so that she wouldn't lose her grip。 She struck her hands through the braided nylon； holding one line tight and grasping the posy of bright flowers and the second line with her other hand。 I got my part of the control lines together and carried them in a loop round to the kite。 Esmerelda jumped up and down and told me to hurry up and make the kite fly。 I took a last look round； then only had to kick the top edge of the kite up a little for it to take the wind and lift。 I ran back behind my cousin while the slack between her and the rapidly ascending kite was taken up。
The kite blew into the sky like something wild； hoisting its tail with a noise like tearing cardboard。 It shook itself and cracked in the air。 It sliced its tail and flexed its hollow bones。 I came up behind Esmerelda and held the lines just behind her little freckled elbows； waiting for the tug。 The lines came taut； and it came。 I had to dig my heels in to stay steady。 I bumped into Esmerelda and made her squeal。 She had let the lines go when the first brutal snap had straightened the nylon； and stood glancing back at me and staring up into the sky as I fought to control the power in the skies above us。 She still clutched the flowers； and my tuggings on the lines moved her arms like a marionette； guided by the loops。 The winch rested against my chest； a little slack between it and my hands。 Esmerelda looked round one last time at me； giggling； and I laughed back。 Then I let the lines go。
The winch hit her in the small of the back and she yelped。 Then she was dragged off her feet as the lines pulled her and the loops tightened round her wrists。 I staggered back； partly to make it look good on the off chance there was somebody watching and partly because letting go of the winch had put me off balance。 I fell to the ground as Esmerelda left it forever。 The kite just kept snapping and flapping and flapping and snapping and it hauled the girl off the earth and into the air； winch and all。 I lay on my back and watched it for a second； then got up and ran after her as fast as I could； again just because I knew I couldn't catch her。 She was screaming and waggling her legs for all she was worth； but the cruel loops of nylon had her about the wrists； the kite was in the jaws of the wind； and she was already well out of reach even if I had wanted to catch her。
I ran and ran； jumping off a dune and rolling down its seaward face； watching the tiny struggling figure being hoisted farther and farther into the sky as the kite swept her away。 I could just barely hear her yells and shouts； a thin wailing carried on the wind。 She sailed over the sands and the rocks and out towards the sea； me running； exhilarated； underneath； watching the stuck winch bob under her kicking feet。 Her dress billowed out around her。
She went higher and higher and I kept running； outpaced now by the wind and the kite。 I ran through the ripple…puddles at the margins of the sea； then into it； up to my knees。 Just then something； at first seemingly solid； then separating and dissociating； fell from her。 At first I though she had pissed herself； then I saw flowers tumble out of the sky and hit the water ahead of me like some strange rain。 I waded out over the shallows until I came to them； and gathered the ones I could； looking up from my harvest as Esmerelda and kite struck out for the North Sea。 It did cross my mind that she might actually get across the damn thing and hit land before the wind dropped； but I reckoned that even if that happened I had done my best； and honour was satisfied。
I watched her get smaller and smaller； then turned and headed for shore。
I knew that three deaths in my immediate vicinity within four years had to look suspicious； and I had already planned my reaction carefully。 I didn't run straight home to the house； but went back up into the dunes and sat down there； holding the flowers。 I sang songs to myself； made up stories； got hungry； rolled around in the sand a bit； rubbed a little of it into my eyes and generally tried to psyche myself up into something that might look like a terrible state for a wee boy to be in。 I was still sitting there in the early evening； staring out to sea when a young forestry worker from the town found me。
He was one of the search party drummed up by Diggs after my father and relations missed us and couldn't find us and called the police。 The young man came over the tops of the dunes； whistling and casually whacking clumps of reed and grass with a stick。
I didn't take any notice of him。 I kept staring and shivering and clutching the flowers。 My father and Diggs came along after the young man passed word along the line of people beating their way along the dunes； but I didn't take any notice of those two； either。 Eventually there were dozens of people clustered around me； looking at me； asking me questions； scratching their heads； looking at their watches and gazing about。 I didn't take any notice of them。 They formed their line again and started searching for Esmerelda while I was carried back to the house。 They offered me soup I was desperate for but took no notice of； asked me questions I answered with a catatonic silence and a stare。 My uncle and aunt shook me； their faces red and eyes wet； but I took no notice of them。 Eventually my father took me to my room； undressed me and put me to bed。
Somebody stayed in my room all night and； whether it was my father； Diggs or anybody else； I kept them and me awake all night by lying quiet for a while； feigning sleep； then screaming with all my might and falling out of bed to thrash about on the floor。 Each time I was picked up； cuddled and put back to bed。 Each time I pretended to go to sleep again and went crazy after a few minutes。 If any of them talked to me； I just lay shaking in the bed staring at them； soundless and deaf。
I kept that up until dawn； when the search party returned； Esmerelda…less； then I let myself go to sleep。
It took me a week to recover； and it was one of the best weeks of my life。 Eric came back from his school cruise and I started to talk a little after he arrived； just nonsense at first； then later disjointed hints at what had happened； always followed by screaming and catatonia。
Sometime around the middle of the week； Dr MacLennan was allowed to see me for a while； after Diggs overruled my father's refusal to have me medically inspected by anybody else but him。 Even so； he stayed in the room； glowering and suspicious； making sure that the examination was kept within certain limits； I was glad he didn't let the doctor look all over me； and I responded by being a little more lucid。
By the end of the week I was still having the occasional fake nightmare； I would suddenly go very quiet and shivery every now and again； but I was eating more or less normally and could answer most questions quite happily。 Talking about Esmerelda； and what had happened to her； still brought on mini…fits and screams and total withdrawal for a while； but after long and patient questioning by my father and Diggs I let them know what I wanted them to think had happened…a big kite； Esmerelda being entangled in the lines； me trying to help her and the winch slipping out of my fingers； desperate running； then a blank。
I explained that I was afraid I was jinxed； that I brought death and destruction upon all those near me； and also that I was afraid I might get sent to prison because people would think I had murdered Esmerelda。 I wept and I hugged my father and I even hugged Diggs； smelling his hard…blue uniform fabric as I did so and almost feeling him melt and believe me。 I asked him to go to the shed and take all my kites away and burn them； which he duly did； in a hollow now called Kite Pyre Dell。 I was sorry about the kites； and I knew that I'd have to give up flying them for good to keep the act looking realistic； but it was worth it。 Esmerelda never did show up； nobody saw her after me； as far as Diggs' enquiries of trawlers and drilling…rigs and so on could show。
So I got to even up the score and have a wonderful； if demanding； week of fun acti