THE HOUSE AT SEA’S END

How does Cathbad know she’s gettingmarried? Has he noticed her engagement ring? There’s something nasty about the way he says ‘fiancé’.
    ‘We’ve never discussed it,’ she says, with dignity.
    Cathbad grins. ‘I’d start discussing it, if I were you.’ And he disappears into Ruth’s room.
    Judy washes in the bathroom, noticing that Ruth uses surprisingly expensive soap. What is it about Cathbad that always makes her feel slightly uneasy? She first met him over a year ago. Nelson had needed to get across the Saltmarsh at night, in a storm, and Cathbad had been the only person to know the mysterious hidden pathway. Judy had been impressed with him then. She did not, like the rest of the team, see him as a nutcase, one of the weirdos that often hang around police stations offering unsolicited help and advice. There is a stillness about Cathbad that attracts Judy. He is contained within himself; he doesn’t see the need to seek approval from anyone else. Darren is like a big golden retriever, rushing round and licking everyone. Like me, love me, pat me. And, yes, he wants ten children.
    The next time Judy met Cathbad had been at a summer solstice party at the Roman dig at Swaffham. It had been a fairly wild night, she remembers. She had danced with Cathbad but then she had danced with Dave and Irish Ted too. She has an image of Cathbad lighting a fire, high up on a hill. The flames in the darkness, the druids chanting, the scent of burning herbs. Ruth had been there with her archaeologist friend, Max. What had happened to him?
    It was only at the naming day party that she had really spoken to Cathbad. They had talked about Catholicism andpaganism and the role of godparents. Judy tries to remember whether she told him that she was getting married. She does remember that she’d found him quite attractive at the naming day, which she hadn’t before. What was different?
    The spare room is tiny, just a single bed, a chest of drawers and a wardrobe. The rest of the space is taken up with cardboard boxes, stacked one on top of each other. It’s not exactly cosy. The top of the chest is crowded with creams and make-up. Jesus, no wonder Tatjana looks so good. There is also a book written in some incomprehensible language and a picture of a beautiful, dark-eyed child. Judy picks up this last and examines it. She spent a long time chatting to Tatjana after her hen party and she never mentioned that she had a child. She turns the photo over. On the back, in a flowing hand, is written ‘Jacob 1995’.
    Judy gets into the narrow bed and determinedly turns out the light. She’d better get some sleep or she’ll be useless tomorrow. The roads will still be bad after all that snow so getting home will be no joke. She supposes that she’ll have to stay here until Ruth or Nelson gets back. She sits up.
    ‘Cathbad?’
    He appears in the doorway, still wearing combats and a black T-shirt.
    ‘Cathbad, do you think Nelson is Kate’s father?’
    Cathbad sits heavily on the foot of the bed. ‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Yes, I do.’
    ‘Jesus.’ Judy considers this. It feels wrong, sitting herein the dark with Cathbad. It feels wrong because it feels right.
    ‘Does anyone else know?’
    Cathbad shakes his head. ‘I don’t think so. They’re both very private people.’
    ‘But the boss is married.’
    ‘I’m sure he loves his wife.’
    ‘But what about Ruth?’
    Cathbad sighs. ‘She loves him, I think. But him? He loves the baby, the idea of being a father again. But I don’t think he’ll ever leave Michelle.’
    ‘Cathbad?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Are you really a wizard?’
    Cathbad grins, his teeth very white in the darkness.
    ‘What do you think?’
    ‘I don’t know what I think.’
    ‘I’m not a wizard,’ says Cathbad. ‘I’m just someone who tries to live a certain way. In harmony with nature, in harmony with the old traditions. My mother though …’ He laughs softly. ‘A few hundred years ago she would have been burnt at the stake. She knew a spell to make your hens lay, to charm back an unfaithful husband, to make a man irresistible to women. She was a witch, all right, even though she went to mass every Sunday. This was rural Ireland. Everyone went to mass even if they were queuing up in Mammy’s back yard the next day.’
    Judy tries to imagine Cathbad as a child. He seems ageless somehow. ‘My dad’s Irish,’ she says. ‘He’s a bookie.’
    ‘That accounts for the bond between us.’
    ‘Is