else, Rosie.â
âI didnât know
you
were. Whoâs this?â
âMy friend Charlotte. Charlotte, meet Rosie.â
âHi, Rosie. Hope you donât mind me coming?â
ââCourse not.â Rosie looked at Carrie. âPeter rescued me from Lee Kippax. I owed him one, so I invited him. Do you have a problem with that?â
âNo-o.â Carrie pulled a face. âItâs just ⦠you know. Getting undressed and that. Feels awkward.â
Rosie stood up, grinning. âI
told
you â youâll get used to that in no time. Shall we make a start?â
âWhat do we do?â
âSame as the fairy ring. Stand inside the circle and walk backwards all the way round. Itâs a lot easier because thereâs so much room. Youâre not going to break the circle unless youâre a total wuss, and we can all do it at the same time.â
âDo we take our stuff off first?â
Rosie shrugged. âMakes no odds but I do it after, just in case someoneâs watching. Come on.â
Rosie and the twins got in line. Charlotte and Peter hung back. Rosie looked at them. âWhatâs up?â
Peter shook his head. âYouâve all seen this done. I havenât. Mind if I watch first?â
Charlotte nodded. âSame here. Iâd like to see you do it before I have a go.â
Rosie nodded. âFine. Here we go then.â
Gasps of astonishment rose from the two watchers as the trio completed the circle and vanished.
Charlotte glanced at Peter. âI see clothes. Just clothes. Do you?â
âY ⦠yeah. I didnât believe, you know?â
âJesus, Mary and Joseph, nor did
I.
I donât know whether to stand or run away.â
âDonât run.â Rosieâs voice, with a laugh in it. âThereâs nothing to be scared of. Weâre still here. Weâll take our stuff off now, put it in the hole.â
âWhat hole?â The voice of Conrad.
âThis one over here.â The two children watched as three sets of T-shirts, jeans and trainers walked in line to where a large rectangular recess gaped at the base of a standingstone. Here, the outfits stood in a semicircle and were stripped from invisible bodies, crumpling to shapeless bundles which unseen hands thrust into the recess. Now Charlotte and Peter would have thought themselves alone, if â¦
âRosie?â This from Peter.
âStill here.â
âMe too.â Carrieâs voice.
âAnd me.â Conrad.
âCome on.â Rosie. âYour turn. Doesnât hurt a bit.â
Boy and girl looked at each other. âShall we?â Peter sounded hoarse.
âI suppose so.â They positioned themselves beside a stone and moved backwards, slowly. Both were afraid, and their fear stretched out time so that it seemed to take forever to go right round. Presently though there came a cheer from the other three, and looking towards the sound they beheld Rosie and the twins wearing exultant grins and absolutely nothing else.
âHave we done it?â Peter held up his hands and examined them. âDonât look any different.â
Rosie chuckled. âIf you can see the rest of us, youâre invisible. Visible people canât see us at all.â
âYeah, well, I can
see
you all right.â Peter felt his cheeks go hot. âIn fact I donât know where to look.â
Rosie laughed. âWell there you are, then. You can see us so youâre invisible. And if youâre
still
not convinced, look at your shadow.â
âHuh?â Away to the west, the sunâs rim was touching the horizon. Shadows of standing stones lay long across the grass, but wherePeterâs shadow ought to be there was nothing. Rosie giggled at the expression on his face. âSee? The sunâs shining through you as if you werenât there.
Now
do you believe?â
âI ⦠suppose so, but itâs