VENUS LIONHEART

THE WITCH AND THE GOD

DINO COSTI

Chapter One
AN INCONVENIENT DREAM
Its all gotten so dark.
The girl could barely see her own hands in front of her as she stumbled forward. The
darkness was thicker than she had ever known it could be, and it was all over the place,
cloaking everything around her to the point at which nothing could be discerned.
I wonder if theres even anything here, she said softly to herself. It looks like Im all
alone.
Her voice cut like a knife through the silent darkness, though she had hardly gone above
a whisper. Everything was deathly quiet. She shivered. Whether it was the cold that caused
her to tremble, or the complete and utter fear that had taken grasp of her, she could not guess.
Where am I? she gasped, feeling herself slowly sinking towards a state of panic. The
cold and the silence and the blackness were starting to overwhelm her. It was all she could do
to shuffle her feet slowly forward, although where on earth that might lead her to she was too
frightened to even imagine.
Suddenly, as she wandered blindly in the dark, the girl became aware of a presence. She
could not see or hear anything, but she knew that someone or something was there with her:
she could feel it sense it as though it came from inside her. Nonetheless, it came as quite a
shock to her when a voice, certainly not her own, pierced through the pitch black, causing her
to freeze suddenly to the spot.
Do not be afraid, Venus, said the voice. It belonged to a woman, but it sounded
strange, as though it were both nearby yet far away.
The girl did not know how to respond, or whether she should even attempt it. She tried
her best not to be afraid, as the voice had insisted, yet it took all the bravery she could
summon to call out: Who are you? How do you know my name? Her voice echoed in the
nothingness.
It was answered by the unseen person. Im a friend dont be afraid. Look ahead of
you. Can you see a light? Move towards the light, Venus.
The girl whose name was indeed Venus strained her eyes, attempting to penetrate the
darkness in front of her. Even as she did so, there appeared out of nowhere a white light: a
small circle of illumination gleaming in the distance. With some reluctance she started
walking towards it, slowly at first, and then with longer strides. The circle grew bigger.
Step into the light, Venus, said the voice.
She walked faster. All of a sudden the circle of light grew alarmingly big, until it
surrounded her completely, swallowing the darkness. As she stood there, blinded by the light,
the thought entered her head, albeit briefly, that she may well be on the threshold of heaven.
Whatever she might have expected to happen next, the reality was a far cry from it. The first
thing that Venus became aware of was the deafening sound of many people yelling, and the
loud trampling of their feet. When her eyes finally recovered their vision, the sight that she
beheld filled her with terror. She realised at once that she was in the middle of a great
battlefield, and at both ends there were armies advancing forth into combat. On one side were

soldiers in red and gold armour, with heavy shields raised before them, marching onwards
with steady strides in a tight and organised formation. On the opposite side, hordes of men
charged wildly forward, their war-cries bursting ahead of them like a tidal wave. They wore
no armour, but over their bodies were patterns of blue and white paint, and most of them
carried large swords and spears in hand.
Both armies advanced ever closer. The noise was overpowering. Soon the two would
meet, and bloody chaos was sure to follow. And there, utterly helpless, stood poor Venus
right in the centre of it!
Not knowing what else to do, and completely terrified as she was, Venus shut her eyes
tightly and covered her ears with her hands.
It seemed to her that she remained in that position for a long time, until, much to her
surprise, she presently became aware of the sensation of floating, as if her body were leaving
the ground and drifting up and away. The din quietened down slightly, and it sounded as
though it was coming from further away now. Nevertheless, Venus remained as she was
eyes shut and ears clasped until she once again felt solid earth beneath her feet. Mustering
up some courage, she then removed her hands and dared to slowly open her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a red sky; the sun was either rising or setting, but the fiery
effect was unlike anything she had ever seen before. The armies were still charging into
battle, only now Venus was looking down on them from above, where she stood upon a rocky
crag. Her vision was hazy and all her senses dim, almost like she was in a dream rather than
in the waking world. Presently, she became aware of another person standing a few feet away
from her on that rocky height: a young woman with red hair, all clothed in battle gear. She
stared at Venus in surprise, as though she had been caught unawares.
After a brief moment, the woman called out: Are you the one who was sent to help us?
Venus was baffled by the question and did not know how to respond. In any case her
answer would have been drowned out; for at that instant the armies below clashed into one
another. The hammering of blows and ringing of steel echoed in the valley, and with it the
cries of war were raised to the heavens.
Venus had a passing image of the battle, before her vision became so hazy that she could
not see clearly. As she turned to face the woman, she realised that she had once again left the
ground and was now floating up towards the red sky. Soon the sounds of battle were but a
whisper, and the frightened girl came to a stop amongst the dark clouds, suspended helplessly
in the air.
She was not alone for long, however. There appeared to be something emerging from the
clouds in front of her, or rather being formed out of their substance. To her complete horror,
she realised what she was looking at it was the giant face of a man! It hovered there, about
twelve feet long in both height and width, its ghostly form giving it the look of an
otherworldly being. Two piercing eyes glared at Venus, betraying no emotion. The face
seemed to speak, a cold and deep voice coming from the direction of its twisted mouth.
So you are the one I was told to beware, it said cryptically. It is a mighty burden for
such a small person to carry. But dont worry: you will not have to bear it for too long.
Venus hung there, paralysed by fear, while the face began laughing icily. The next thing
she knew, the red sky was growing dim. Everything faded to black.
Her eyes were closed. Building up the courage, Venus braved opening them. She found
herself staring at the far wall of the girls toilets. To her left was the row of cubicles, to her
right the sinks and overhanging mirrors. All was as it had been before her remarkable and
terrifying vision.

Im back, she thought, sighing with relief. And so she was. Back to her own world; back
to Helmsmere, her sleepy Shropshire town; back to the respectable Helmsmere Secondary
School. Back to the girls toilets.
She took a moment to ground herself, then went to the nearest sink to splash cold water
on her face. She paused to look at her reflection in the mirror. There was no-one else in the
room with her, and it was strangely quiet. Instinctively she glanced at her watch, and on
doing so let out a yelp of surprise.
Im late for class! she cried.
At some point during her extraordinary experience, the school-bell had rung and breaktime had finished without her even noticing. Now there was only thing for her to do: storm
out into the corridor and get to the classroom in record time!
But if she thought it was going to be that easy, then she was in for a surprise. As soon as
she had exited the toilets and made ready to charge down the corridor, she crashed head-first
into someone coming the other way. The two of them fell to the floor in a heap, Venus lying
on top of her stunned victim.
She scrambled to her feet and immediately helped the other pupil do the same,
apologising over and over as she did so. The victim of her recklessness was a boy called
Sebastian Perez. He was in the same form as her, but she had barely spoken to him before. In
fact she had not really seen him speak to anyone in school, apart from the occasional
utterance every now and then. He had a reputation for being very quiet not to mention a
little peculiar.
Are you okay? she asked, when he had managed to get to his feet.
Im alright, I think, he replied in good humour. I just wasnt quite expecting that!
Of course, said Venus. Its just me being an idiot, trying to get to class even though
Im already completely late. Im really sorry.
Ill be okay, I suppose, he said with a smile.
How come youre not in class either? she asked.
Oh, Im just going to the toilet. His response hardly came as a surprise to Venus. She
had heard some of the other boys making fun of him on a couple of occasions, largely on
account of the number of times he went to the toilet during lessons.
Er . . . well, Ill leave you to it then, she said awkwardly. And sorry again. She began
walking away.
Its okay, said Sebastian as she passed him: Its the unexpected things in life that
make it worth living, I guess.
Venus glanced back and smiled at him. She was not quite sure what he was saying, but
those words stayed with her, and in days to come they would often enter her thoughts
unbidden.
Right now, the only thought on her mind was making it to her History lesson before
being ridiculously late. Since she had lost her initial momentum, she decided to settle for
walking briskly to the classroom, rather that sprinting haphazardly. On arriving there she took
a moment to catch her breath outside the door, before tentatively opening it. The first thing
she heard was the sound of the television, and over it the voices of her classmates chattering
in hushed tones. Then the chattering stopped.
There sat her classmates, staring at her as she stood uncomfortably in the doorway. They
were huddled at one end of the room, close to the television, which was playing some
documentary or other. Mr Huddlestone, the History teacher, was standing to one side, and the
look on his face immediately unnerved Venus.
How very nice of you to join us, Miss Lionheart, he said, the sarcasm clearly evident
in his stern voice. And where exactly have you been these last fifteen minutes, hmm?
In the toilets, sir, said Venus. I was feeling a little sick, but Im better now.

Really? Mr Huddlestone replied. And on the last day of the school year, no less! Need
I remind everyone that school doesnt finish until twenty past twelve today, and I expect all
of you to remain in this room until then. Now sit down, Miss Lionheart!
Venus did not hesitate for a second before rushing to the empty chair that her friend
Laura Tate had saved for her. The class returned to watching the television in silence for a
minute or two, but it was not long before they started chattering away again in hushed voices.
What were you doing? Laura finally asked Venus. Youve not been daydreaming
again like you always do, have you?
Are you feeling okay? asked a voice behind them, which Venus recognised as Eric
Stonemans.
Yes, Im fine now, she replied, without turning.
Thats none of your business, Eric, said Laura.
I was only asking, he retorted. I didnt mean to pry or anything.
Yes he did, piped in Kevin Beals. Anything Venus does is his business. I wonder why
that is, eh, Eric? Eric blushed at the remark.
Kevin Beals was famous in school for being a joker and a prankster, and unfortunately
even a bit of a bully. The smug expression on his face revealed his delight at embarrassing
Eric.
Venus ignored the joke and did not bother turning around. I cant wait to get out of
here, she said with a sigh.
Not long to go now, Laura chirped.
Hey, Venus, said Eric, leaning forward and whispering. Are you going to Sophies
party later?
Actually, Im not sure if I feel like it, Venus replied.
What? said Laura, sounding genuinely shocked. Youve got to come to the party: just
about everyone in our years going to be there!
Venus knew she was right. Sophie Sanders was the most popular girl in their year; all the
boys fancied her and all the girls wanted to be her. Besides which, this party had been a hot
topic for at least a couple of months, ever since it was first announced.
Okay, she said reluctantly. I guess I can pop over for a little while.
Laura and Eric were both satisfied with that, and together they watched the T.V. while
the hands of the clock slowly moved nearer and nearer to twenty past twelve. Venus only
now registered that the video was about the Roman Empire, and as she watched it an uneasy
feeling began to settle upon her.

Chapter Two
A PECULIAR GUEST
When the bell rang, the class erupted with cheers, and despite Mr Huddlestones attempts to
have them leave in an orderly fashion, the pupils practically charged to the door with rather a
great deal of enthusiasm. As Venus and Laura left the room and walked down the hallway,
they saw a throng of people near the school entrance, all chattering away excitedly.
In the midst of the throng was Sophie Sanders, who had an eager audience hanging onto
her every word. Beside her were the twins Lisa and Leanne Riley, who never seemed to leave
her side, unless it was absolutely unavoidable. Venus hoped to walk on by without attracting
their attention, but her efforts were in vain: Sophie seemed to spot her almost immediately.
Hey, Venus! she called out. Venus and Laura stopped in their tracks, while Sophie
flittered over with the twins in tow. So, will you be coming to my party? she asked with
almost regal authority.
Before Venus could answer, Laura blurted out: Of course she is! Shes been looking
forward to it for ages, havent you, Venus?
Er . . . yes, of course, Venus replied, finding herself put on the spot.
Great, said Sophie proudly. Its going to be the coolest party anyones been to. Isnt
that right, girls?
This was addressed to the twins, who immediately burst out in agreement. Absolutely!
A great party! The coolest ever!
Sophie smiled smugly. So Ill see you at three Oclock then. And with a toss of her
hair she strutted away, Lisa and Leanne following loyally behind.
Venus and Laura exchanged bemused glances, before making their way to the entrance
and stepping outside into the bright sunlight. There they found a mass of pupils in high
spirits, talking and laughing gleefully, revelling in their freedom from the restraints of school
for the next six weeks anyway.
The girls walked across the lawn to the school gates and there they parted ways, each
promising to meet the other at Sophies house at precisely three Oclock.
Venus enjoyed the walk home. The sun was shining, the air smelled fresh, and the
neighbourhood was pleasantly quiet at this time of the afternoon. All day she had had a
strange sensation which she could not quite place; but now as she basked in the warmth of a
midsummers day she attributed that feeling to the fact that school was over, and the weeks
ahead would be entirely her own.
Venus found it hard to believe that she had just finished her first year at Helmsmere
Secondary School. She was still only twelve years old, but all of a sudden she felt like she
was well and truly a grown-up now, and certainly a lot wiser than the timid, withdrawn girl
who had walked through the school gates last September. She smiled to herself, and let the
gentle breeze whisper through her long black hair as she made the short journey home.
On arriving at her house, she walked up the path through the beautiful front lawn and
was about to knock on the door, when she suddenly remembered that her parents were both at

work at this time of the day. She put her rucksack on the ground and rummaged through it,
until finally she found what she was looking for: the key that her mother had given her that
morning. She unlocked the front door with it and went into the hallway, closing the door
behind her.
It was on entering the living room that Venus was to get the shock of her life. Out of the
corner of her eye she noticed a sudden movement towards her. She turned quickly to face
what it was, and before she could even think to do anything she found herself confronted by a
tall man a complete stranger! just several feet away from her. And he was getting closer!
Venus was frozen to the spot. She could not move her body or even try to put up a defence.
She wanted to scream, but no sound came from her throat. All she could do was watch in
terror as the stranger advanced, until he was almost upon her. To her surprise, he then
stopped.
Do not scream, he said firmly. The warning was hardly necessary, as Venus could
barely make a sound. Im here to help you, he continued, clearly trying his best to sound
reassuring.
Venus just stared at him, too frightened to do or say anything. If the shock of finding a
complete stranger in her home, alone and uninvited, was not quite enough to paralyse her
with fear, then surely the peculiarity of his appearance did the trick.
The man looked like he had just taken part in some kind of historical re-enactment. He
was wearing a large brown cloak, with a hood that covered his head, leaving only the face
visible. Beneath the cloak he wore a brown shirt, brown trousers, and even brown boots, all
of which looked like they had been fashioned in the style of medieval clothing. His face was
certainly handsome, but there was something unusual about the gleam in his eye and the
sternness of his expression. What caught Venus attention most of all, however, was the long
sword that hung in a sheath at his side.
Who are you? she said shakily, when she was finally able to find her voice.
I am a friend, he replied in a firm yet non-aggressive tone. I will not hurt you, nor
give you cause for distress. I came here to see you and to help you, if I may.
What do you want with me? said Venus.
I wish to speak with you; there is much that you need to know. Together we can help
each other through the darkness ahead.
I dont know who you think I am, said Venus, now edging towards the living room
doorway, but youve clearly got the wrong person.
You are a witch, are you not? he asked, without even a hint of sarcasm.
Am I a what? Venus exclaimed. Listen, youve obviously got
You can read the future. You see things that others do not. You have visions, where
things that would otherwise be unknown are revealed to you.
Venus had been shaking her head while he spoke, ready to burst out with protests; but at
the mention of visions she hesitated. Visions? she thought. Does he mean my daydreams?
She could not remember when her strange daydreams had first started. Perhaps they had
been with her ever since she was a baby. What she did know was that they had gotten clearer
and clearer the older she became. It had taken her a while to realise that these experiences
were far from normal. She had not told anyone about them other people simply would not
understand. Or even worse, they would think she was a weirdo.
How do you know about that? she asked the man, feeling at once both scared and
confused.
I was sent to you for guidance, he said.
But . . . by who? asked Venus. And why? I still dont understand what you want with
me.

I was bidden to seek you out by one who is very wise. It was he who told me about your
ability, and that it can be used to help guide the human race out of the shadow it is slowly
falling under.
What shadow? And how could my ability possibly help anyone?
Now that is a long story, he replied. I will tell you all I know, though it is not very
much. But please, do not be afraid of me.
Venus had spent the whole of this bizarre conversation fearing for her safety. Her body
was tense and her back was pressed against the wall, as she tried to keep as much distance as
possible between herself and the stranger. She thought there was still a chance to make a run
for it and get to the front door before he could reach her, if she could keep her nerve. But the
truth was that she was too frightened to even try.
How do I know you wont attack me? she asked.
Had I wished to do so I would have done it already, was his frank reply. But that is
not my purpose here, and nor is it in my nature to fight a defenceless person, especially a
young girl.
Venus knew that he was right on the first point, though she still felt more than a little
afraid.
I see you find it hard to trust me, he continued, and I do not blame you for it: it is hard
to place your trust in people in this age of the world. But so you can be sure of my sincerity, I
shall offer you my sword the only weapon I carry.
Venus watched intently as he withdrew his sword from its sheath, baring a silver blade
that gleamed in the sunlight from the window. He then turned the hilt towards her and,
crouching down gracefully, placed it at her feet. Then he rose and took two steps backwards.
I come to you peacefully, and with a purpose both good and true, he said proudly.
To her astonishment, Venus felt herself instantly relax. It was not so much the
surrendering of the sword that put her at ease, but rather something in his manner. He moved
and spoke in a courteous way, as though he were a gentleman (albeit one who had broken
into her house).
This feels like a dream, she said aloud. Like Im having one of my . . . visions, as you
call it.
This is no vision, he replied. I am here for real; and yet not entirely so. It is a long
story, as I said. Sit with me and be at comfort, and I shall tell you what little I know.
He sat down casually on one of the armchairs. Venus took a cautious step towards the
sofa, avoiding the sword on the floor. She was not ready to sit down yet, however.
Your name is Lionheart, is it not? he asked her.
Yes, she replied, surprised that he knew her name: Venus Lionheart. And who are
you?
My name is Galahad. It is an honour to meet you, Venus Lionheart. He bowed his head
in a sort of formal greeting.
Galahads a strange name, said Venus. Where exactly are you from?
I will tell you in good time, Venus Lionheart. But now you must listen to me carefully.
The tone of his voice was ominous. You are in grave danger. There are other people who are
searching for you, and they mean you great harm.
Venus heart stopped. But . . . why me?
Galahad sighed softly. As he gazed into space with a distant look in his eyes, he said aloud:
There was a time when people were different to how they are now. In days long gone
everyone possessed your gift in one way or another. Indeed it was not thought of as a gift, as
back then it was considered a natural and normal part of life.
My gift? said Venus. By that you mean my visions, right?

Yes, and other things besides. Man was once one with the Earth, and shared in its power
and its magic. But with the passing of the centuries he grew ever hungry for more power. He
sought other ways to gain that might, through his creations and his devices. But in so doing
he grew apart from the Earth, and that connection between man and the Universe was
forgotten by all but a few.
All but a few? Venus repeated questioningly.
Yes. There are those over the years who have inherited the ability to connect with the
spirit of the Earth, even to this day; although often they are not even aware of it.
You mean to say Im one of the few? said Venus, feeling suddenly overwhelmed.
That is without question, said Galahad. But more than that: in you the magic is
especially strong.
Magic? I dont feel like theres anything magical about me!
No, to you it feels normal. And so it should. I call it magic because that is the way
people in this age would see it. To them it is purely a fantasy: something supernatural and
therefore completely impossible. But you and I know that it is not only real, but also a very
natural thing.
Venus felt her heart beat fast. She had never really spoken about her peculiar daydreams
to anyone before, and to be doing so now was both frightening and surprisingly exciting. She
took a step closer to the sofa and sat down, unable to keep her gaze from the man who called
himself Galahad.
I dont understand, she said finally. The things I see when I daydream dont mean
anything!
They all have some meaning, I dare say, Galahad responded. Yet it is perhaps your
more recent visions that are of the greatest concern right now. Please tell me, what is the last
thing you have seen?
Venus hesitated for a moment, finding it awkward to talk about something so bizarre.
Pushing her inhibitions aside, she told him about the experience she had had less than two
hours ago, in the girls toilets at school. She mentioned the total darkness, the voice speaking
to her from out of nowhere, the blinding light, the terrifying ordeal of being in the middle of a
battlefield, the mysterious red-haired woman, and of floating away in the air. When she
finished speaking, she realised that she had not mentioned the spectral face that had appeared
in the sky before her. The fact was that she was too afraid to even think about it.
Galahad had been listening patiently while she spoke. Now, after a moments thought, he
said: I believe I can interpret parts of this vision.
The darkness and the blinding light are simply the journey you make when you leave
the physical world and enter the world of the spirit something I imagine you have
experienced often. As for the battlefield, I believe that what you saw was a conflict between
the Romans, clad in red and gold armour, and the Celts, their bodies adorned with blue and
white paint. The red-haired lady you saw upon the hill she who spoke to you was one of
the Celtic people. She is in great trouble, as are many others amongst her kindred. I hope that
with your help we may be able to rescue them.
Venus reflected on his explanation. This woman with the red hair was she the one
who guided me towards the light?
I do not think so, said Galahad. The voice you spoke of is the one part of the vision
that puzzles me.
You said these people whoever they are are in trouble. But how can they be in
trouble when theyre literally ancient history?
Galahad looked her in the eye, his own green eyes gleaming brightly. You must have
faith in what I am about to tell you, he said. Much of it will seem strange and unreal to you,
but I swear on my honour that it is true. Do you have faith in me?

There was something in his manner and his voice that stirred Venus soul. Her intuition
at that moment was to trust him wholeheartedly. She slowly nodded her head.
Then here is the way of it, said Galahad. The ancient Celtic tribes lived in Britain
long ago two thousand years have passed since then. As you saw in your vision, they fought
against the invading Romans to defend their homeland. In those days the Celts worshipped
many gods and goddesses known only to their own people, and the Romans too had their own
gods to worship. But after many years the gods of the ancient Bretons as they are now
called were all but forgotten, and people came to rely on their own might and main.
It was hundreds of years later that a new religion was carried to Britain from overseas.
This one has endured to the present day Christianity it is called. It brought with it its own
teachings: some familiar to those of other religions, some entirely different. But without
doubt the most important of Christianitys values is that God is to be held in the highest
regard, above all else in the world.
And this is where problems arose. It was soon forbidden to enter the hidden or spirit
world, and to become one with the Earth. They said it was against the will of God for man to
gain spiritual power, unless it was through God himself, by prayer and fasting and so forth.
Those who continued to defy this were punished: they were exiled, imprisoned, tortured, or
even killed. Perhaps you have heard of the burning of witches? There were many other
victims besides them.
So it was that in time the ability to enter the spirit world was forgotten by all but a few,
and that number has been dwindling ever since. You are now a rarity, Venus Lionheart; and
in you the gift is incredibly strong.
Venus gulped at the thought. I wish I didnt have this so-called gift, she said. I feel
like such a freak!
You are unique, said Galahad. But only because others have lost this ability. In fact, I
daresay you are a more complete human being than anyone else in the present time.
Even if that were true, what good is it? It doesnt do me any favours. All it does is put
me into some sort of trance and make me waste my time!
That is due to your lack of understanding of the power you possess, said Galahad.
When used properly, this skill allows you to shape your life the way you want it, and to
achieve the things you desire.
Doesnt sound too bad when you put it that way, said Venus, allowing herself a
nervous giggle. But why would Christianity be against such a thing? It doesnt make any
sense.
The answer is simple: because with this power there would be no need for God. All
people would be like gods themselves.
Venus considered this a drastic remark, though she did not immediately reject it. I think
I understand most of what youve been saying, she said. But you said before that Im in
grave danger. If you wanted to scare me well, its definitely worked! But what is it Im
supposed to be afraid of?
I shall get to that point now, Galahad replied. Have you heard of the Vatican?
The Vatican? Venus was confused. You mean the place in Rome where the Pope
lives?
That is correct. The clergy there have great knowledge of the world and its history, and
have wielded great power and authority in their position as leaders of the Church. Yet now
they are afraid. They are afraid because the world is changing, and they are losing their power
over the people of the West, as they become less and less interested in religion. Even more of
a threat to them is the rise of other forms of spirituality, those that rely on the self. People are
gradually returning to the old ways, to becoming one with the Universe again. And the
Church does not welcome that.

Venus dreaded the answer to her next question. So whats going to happen?
Galahad hesitated for a moment, then said: It is my belief that they will try to eliminate
anyone who possesses that power . . . including you!
Venus heart froze.
They sat there in silence. A shadow seemed to pass over the room, then disappeared as
quickly as it had come. It was a while before Galahad continued.
I understand you are frightened, he said. I will not say do not be afraid, for perhaps
your fear will spur you on. What I will say is that I will do my utmost to protect you, though
in return I will need your help.
Venus managed to find her voice. But how do you know theyll ever find me? I mean,
they cant possibly know anything about me!
I found you, did I not? said Galahad. And you are already aware that I have
knowledge of you; for it was given to me by the wise man who sent me to you. He too is
powerful, and was able to sense your presence in this land. But I fear he is not the only one.
But how would anyone from the Church be able to sense me? I thought it was against
their religion to use that kind of gift.
On the contrary. There is one among them in whom the gift is extremely strong: no-one
on Earth wields as much power as he does. It is he who rules the Vatican. The Pope is merely
one of his many subjects.
Wait a minute, said Venus. If its against the will of God to have that power, then
why would the leader of the Vatican have it?
Because he is deemed to be no normal man or so they believe. Christianity teaches
that it is sinful for human beings to strive for godliness, but this man claims to be more than
human.
More than human? Venus repeated, puzzled.
Yes. He claims to be the Son of God.
The Son of God? You mean, like Jesus?
Precisely so. Jesus Christ came at a time when certain followers of the Old Testament
needed a popular figure to bring the masses to their religion. As it was then, so it is now.
With the decline of their religion, the Church needs another figure to spearhead its revival.
This man has come at the right time, possessing both devout belief and powers he claims
were granted to him by God for the purpose of bringing salvation to the world.
Venus was perplexed. If this man says hes the Son of God, and those in the Vatican
believe him, then why doesnt everyone know about him?
He is being kept secret until the time is right, said Galahad. That will come only after
they have removed those who pose a challenge to his authority. That means getting rid of the
likes of you.
Venus must have looked visibly shaken, because he then added: I will not let that
happen, however! I have been sent to protect you, and protect you I shall.
But how? Venus squealed. How can you possibly protect me? Youre just one man.
All I know about you is that youre not very keen on the Church and that youve got an
unhealthy obsession with these old Celtic people. You even dress like them!
You have misunderstood me, said Galahad. I am not, as you say, obsessed with the
ancient Celts. I am one of the ancient Celts.
Venus looked at him with bewilderment. Are you trying to say that
Yes, said Galahad: I come to you from another time!
There was silence in the room once more. Venus did not know what to say. She had listened
to him patiently all this time, hanging onto every word he said, placing her trust in him. But

now, to hear something so incredibly unbelievable, she questioned whether all her faith in
him had been completely misplaced.
I know it is hard to believe, said Galahad.
Of course it is! said Venus. I mean, youre telling me that youre some kind of ghost
or something!
Not quite in the way you think of ghosts; although some supernatural things do have an
element of truth to them.
So what are you then? Venus demanded.
I shall explain as best I can. You see, Venus, when people die they are not gone from
the world altogether. They continue to exist, in a way; not as living people, but as a memory.
The Universe remembers them, because it contains the energy of all those who have died.
When we pass away, all our energy or our spirit, as some call it is released back to the
Earth, from which it came. And as long as that energy remains, we are never truly gone. My
life ended an age ago, yet still I wander in the places that make me content.
Venus was feeling more and more overwhelmed by each detail she heard. It just doesnt
make any sense, she said. How could you even be here now?
It has taken the magic of many people to bring me to the physical world for a longer
time than is usual. I only hope it will be long enough to help us achieve our purpose.
There you go talking about purpose again, said Venus. Exactly what purpose is that
to not get killed?
Galahad sighed softly. I am afraid there is more to it than that. I told you earlier that the
Celtic people my people are in trouble, and indeed they are. The lady you saw in your
vision is in truth someone who is very dear to me. I would do anything to save her. But it is
not only the Celts who are in trouble: all the people of the past who lived before the rise of
Christianity are in peril also. The Church means to erase the memory of them completely, so
it will be as if they had never existed. With this so-called Son of God, it seems as if they are
almost certain to succeed.
But there is yet hope. Little though it may be, there is still a chance to stop him before it
is too late. That is, as long as we have you to fight for us.
I dont know what you expect me to do, said Venus. Im a nobody. I dont know
anything!
And yet your skills may be the key to saving us all, said Galahad.
Venus shook her head. I still cant believe you are who you say you are. Its
impossible.
Not impossible, said Galahad. If anyone can sense the truth, then it is you, Venus
Lionheart. Here, take my hand!
Before Venus could object, Galahad rose from the armchair and held out his hand to her,
the palm facing upwards. He looked at her with a gentle gaze. Venus hesitated at first; but
then, as though some hidden force were guiding her, she reached out and took his hand in
hers.
All at once Venus felt a tingling sensation throughout her body. A strange feeling came
over her, like she was soaring through the air, weightless and free. She closed her eyes
instinctively. She had felt this way before: it was just like having one of her visions. But this
time she did not see anything it was a noise that came to her, a kind of humming sound. It
grew louder and louder, until . . .
Venus eyes shot open. The noise was coming from outside the window.
Oh no! she cried. My mums home!
Without thinking about what she was doing Venus bounced to her feet and, still holding
Galahads hand, pulled him out of the living room, barely giving him time to grab his sword.
She then practically dragged him down the hallway and into the dining room.

Hide somewhere! she whispered urgently to a bewildered Galahad, before darting back
into the hallway just as the front door was opening. Her mum entered, looking rather chirpy;
at least until she saw Venus standing randomly in the hallway.
Oh, Venus! she exclaimed. You made me jump! Id forgotten you were coming home
early today. Well, what are you standing there for? I thought youd be celebrating your
freedom youve been looking forward to it all month!
Its been a strange day, she said nervously.
Im sure it has, said her mum. And youve still got your party to look forward to,
havent you? Did you eat your lunch? I left it for you in the kitchen. Go ahead and warm it
up!
Venus went into the kitchen and waited patiently until her mum had gone upstairs. As
soon as the coast was clear she crept over to the dining room door and slipped inside. There
was nobody there. At the back of the room, the patio door was open.
Galahad was gone.

Chapter Three
A PARTY CUT SHORT
After half-heartedly eating lunch, Venus spent a good while in her bedroom, pondering over
the extraordinary events of the afternoon. She went to the window repeatedly, half-expecting
to see Galahad suddenly appear in the back garden. But there was no sign of him anywhere.
Venus could almost convince herself that it was just another one of her daydreams and that it
had never actually happened. Almost. There was no denying that the whole experience was
too vivid and too real to have been all in her imagination.
It was nearly three Oclock when Venus was finally ready to set off for the party. She
had thought twice about going, but she knew Laura would never forgive her if she cried off at
the last minute.
Bye, mum! she called out once she reached the front door.
Goodbye, darling! came the reply from the kitchen. Have a nice time, and dont stay
out too long!
I wont! she said.
It was still warm and sunny outside, though Venus felt far from relaxed. Sophie Sanders
house was not far away, but it was definitely in a different kind of neighbourhood to any
other in town. The houses there were all big and attractive, with spacious gardens at both the
front and back. Sophie was from a well-to-do family, which no doubt played a big part in her
popularity. Venus was personally not interested in popularity, and certainly not in gaining it
through material possessions; though bizarrely her disinterest had given her a reputation for
being cool.
As Venus turned onto Sophies street, she suddenly felt a sensation of being watched.
Her immediate instinct was to hurry to the safety of the house, and her instincts were almost
never wrong. She quickened her pace, glancing about nervously to see if anyone was
following her. Although there was no-one in sight, she dared not slow down until she reached
her destination.
It was a relief for her when she saw the front garden of the Sanders house, where several
of her school-mates were gathered, chatting away merrily. She walked briskly until she
reached the lawn and then, still walking, she took another look behind her to see if anyone
had followed. There was no-one there. She turned back and . . .
Whoa! she cried, as she bumped into something and fell down to the ground. Whatever
it was fell down as well. Once the shock had passed, she took a look at the crumpled heap
beside her. Unbelievably, it was Sebastian Perez!
She clambered to her feet as soon as she had recovered and then helped Sebastian to his.
Im so sorry! she said. I cant believe I bumped into you again!
And on the same day, Sebastian replied, laughing.
Venus could not help but laugh herself. I know, she giggled. I swear Im not doing it
on purpose.
Im beginning to wonder. He grinned at her. Your names Venus, isnt it? Im
Sebastian.

Yes, I know. Its nice to meet you properly, Sebastian.

Same here. He held out his hand, but before Venus could shake it he withdrew it with a
gasp. My bracelets gone! he cried, clutching his wrist.
Your bracelet? said Venus.
Yes, I had it on just before. It must have slipped off when I fell down. But I cant see it
anywhere!
Well, it must be here somewhere, said Venus. Ah! Here it is!
She bent down and picked up a golden object from the grass. The bracelet was gleaming
in the sunlight as she handed it over to Sebastian.
Thank you, he said, sounding genuinely relieved. He placed the bracelet back on his
wrist. You probably think I was overreacting, but this bracelets really important to me.
I dont think that at all, said Venus. Its very beautiful.
Im glad you think so. It was my mothers.
Oh, thats
Venus! cried a voice, interrupting her.
Venus turned to find Sophie Sanders gliding across the garden towards her, with Lisa
and Leanne Riley trailing behind, as per usual.
Good to see you here, said Sophie.
Thanks, its good to be here, said Venus.
Sophie gave her an exaggerated smile. Pretty much the whole of our year is here
already. She gave Sebastian a derisory glance, before continuing: Everyones in the back
garden. Come along!
She strutted away, while the twins approached Venus, each taking one of her arms in
theirs.
There are loads of people to talk to, said Lisa.
And lots to eat and drink, said Leanne.
They practically marched her away down the side of the house, towards the back garden.
She did not even get a chance to say goodbye to Sebastian, or see if he was following. The
twins started cooing to her about how wonderful Sophie and her family were, but she barely
listened to a word they said.
Once in the back garden, she discovered that most of Year 7 was in fact there, either
talking boisterously in groups, or eating from plates of food, or drinking some colourful
home-made punch, or even bouncing on the giant trampoline. Others were simply sat on the
grass, basking in the glow of the afternoon. The sound of music and cheerful voices in the air
was enough to give Venus a temporary feeling of ease. When she spotted Laura she waved at
her happily. Excusing herself from the twins, she skipped over to meet her.
Hey, sorry Im late, she said.
Thats alright, said Laura. Here, have some fruit punch. She handed Venus a glass of
orange-coloured liquid.
Thanks. So what have you been doing?
Well, I was talking to James Cartwright just before, and guess what? He smiled at me!
Oh, so now you like him all of a sudden? said Venus.
I never said I didnt! All I said was its a bit pathetic the way he chats to all the girls.
But I guess hes just friendly, right?
If you say so, Venus replied, laughing.
By the way, your boyfriend was asking about you.
You mean Eric?
So you admit hes your boyfriend then? Laura teased.
No! And I dont want a boyfriend anyway. You know Im not interested.

Come on, Venus! Youre twelve years old, and boys seem to like you. You should
really think about it.
Okay, she said grinning, I promise that at some point in the future Ill consider
thinking about it.
What are we going to do about you, eh? said Laura. Actually, never mind that. Ive
just spotted James hes by himself! Id better go over and talk to him. I wont be long!
Venus chuckled to herself as Laura hurried away towards James Cartwright. However,
she was soon sobered by the thought of whether she should tell Laura about her remarkable
encounter that afternoon. If she repeated what Galahad had told her, then even her best friend
would think that she had completely lost her mind. And yet, she felt an uncontrollable need to
tell someone.
She was so lost in thought that she did not notice Eric Stoneman approach her. What are
you thinking about? he asked.
Venus looked up, startled. Oh, hey Eric you scared me.
Sorry. Ill make it up to you; let me get you some more punch. He grinned sheepishly
at her.
No, Im okay, but thanks.
Alright, maybe later. He fell into an awkward silence for a moment, then said: Im
glad you came.
Me too, said Venus. I almost didnt though.
Really? How come?
Oh, just some problems Ive had today.
What kind of problems?
Its not really something I can say.
Eric looked embarrassed. Sorry, I didnt mean to be nosy.
Before Venus could reassure him, she heard someone call her name. She turned to see
Sebastian pacing towards her.
Hey, sorry to interrupt, he said. I was just out the front getting ready to leave, when
some man came up to me and asked if you were here. I told him yes, and he asked me to
come and get you.
Thats odd, said Venus. Who was it?
Odds the right word, said Sebastian. He wouldnt tell me his name, and I couldnt
see what he looked like. He was wearing a grey robe with the hood up, so I could barely see
his face. But he was really hunched, so he might be an old man. He didnt sound too friendly
though.
It immediately sprung into Venus mind that this man must be Galahad, and that he was
perhaps trying to disguise himself. She had certainly not expected him to turn up here, in
front of lots of other people. She quickly tried to think through her next move. Something
was telling her to not go out and meet him just yet, and she was gradually learning to trust
this kind of instinct.
Ill go with you if you want, said Eric, rather eagerly.
And Ill come too, said Sebastian.
Eric fixed a firm gaze on him. Why would she want you to come?
Sebastian seemed upset by the comment. Venus felt a little sorry for him.
No-ones going to see him, she said, and that includes me. At least not until Ive
gotten a good look at him first. Sebastian, will I be able to see him from the window?
Sebastian thought about it. Maybe from an upstairs window, yes.
Good, then thats where Im going.

Without another word to the boys, she marched over to the back door of the house and
entered into the large kitchen. Mrs Sanders was there, removing a sponge cake from the oven.
She smiled when she spotted Venus.
Hello, Venus! she said. Ive not seen you in quite a while. How are you?
Im good thanks, Mrs Sanders. How are you?
Im very well, thank you. Are you looking for Sophie?
No, I just need to use the bathroom.
Well, Im sure you remember where it is. You really should come and visit us some day
this summer. Sophie speaks very fondly of you.
Ill be happy to, said Venus spontaneously. Well, Ill see you soon.
Mrs Sanders bid her goodbye, and Venus walked out into the long hallway and began
making her way up the staircase. She found it dumbfounding that Sophie still had a fondness
for her. They had been best friends very briefly when school started, but it soon became clear
that they belonged to a different crowd. Sophie was the fashionable Miss Popular of their
year, while Venus was more of an oddball misfit, albeit one who commanded respect from
her peers.
Once on the landing upstairs, Venus made her way to the second door on the left, which
she knew was Sophies bedroom. She felt more than a little rude for sneaking into her room
without permission, but she knew that the window would offer a good view of the front
garden and beyond. She made her way past the elegant bed and oversized wardrobe, and
approached the window at the far side of the room.
Venus looked out onto the garden below, where people were chatting happily in the
sunshine. Beyond the garden was the road, and on the other side of it she could distinguish
what she was looking for: a figure dressed in a long, grey robe, the upper body crouched
forward in the manner of an elderly and somewhat frail person. Although nothing of the man
beneath the robe could be identified, Venus knew immediately that it was not Galahad. She
also knew, without knowing why, that whoever this person was he had only one purpose in
mind . . .
. . . To cause her great harm!
The moment her gaze had stopped on him, Venus had felt a sudden very unpleasant
sensation come upon her, piercing her stomach like a sharp knife. Every instinct told her to
get as far away from this person as possible. And that was exactly what she intended to do.
Do you know him? said a voice behind her.
Startled, Venus turned around to find Eric looking at her quizzically.
Bloody hell! You scared me again, Eric, she said, both annoyed at him and yet relieved
that it was no-one else.
Sorry, he said: I have to stop doing that. So, do you know him?
No, I dont. And I dont think I want to know him.
Eric joined her by the window and looked outside. I think I can understand why, he
said. So what are we going to do?
We? said Venus. Well, youre going to stay at the party Im going to make an early
exit.
But how? If you leave out of the front hell obviously spot you.
Youre probably right there, but what else can I do?
Eric thought about it for a moment. Then he smiled mischievously. I think I know a
way, he said. Follow me!
With some hesitation Venus followed him out of the room, not knowing what to expect.
Together they returned to the staircase, went down to the hallway, through the kitchen, and
out into the crowded, sunlit garden. To Venus surprise, Eric then led her around the side of
the house the opposite side from which she had first entered and stopped before the tall,

wooden fence that surrounded the property. He held out his arm and gestured towards it with
a dramatic flourish.
What? said Venus, looking first at the fence and then Eric with a puzzled expression.
Well, dont you see? said Eric. If you want to get out of here without going out the
front, then you have to climb over this fence instead.
Venus immediately recoiled at his words. Climb over the fence? she cried. But Ill
end up on next doors property! Not to mention that Ill probably fall and break my leg!
Dont be stupid, Eric chuckled.
How would I even be able to get up there?
Thats easy enough Ill give you a boost!
Venus hesitated, wondering whether it might truly be her only option. Before she could
object any further, Eric was squatting down on the floor with his hands held out, waiting for
her to place her foot there. For all her doubts and concerns, Venus realised that there was not
much else she could do. Reluctantly, she steadied herself against the fence and put her foot in
Erics hands.
Let me help, said a voice suddenly. It was Sebastian, appearing seemingly out of
nowhere. Enthusiasm was written all over his face.
I think we can manage fine, Eric sternly replied.
I can raise the other foot, so Venus can balance better, Sebastian suggested.
Actually thats probably a good idea, Venus agreed.
Sebastian smiled and got into position, while Eric grunted disapprovingly. Together, they
managed to raise Venus high enough for her to grab onto the top of the fence. She pulled
herself up, then dangled her body on the other side, before letting go and dropping to the
ground below. Thankfully there was no-one around in the neighbours garden, and the noise
from the party drowned out their own voices.
Well? said Eric from the other side. Are you okay?
Yes, considering, she replied. But what do I do now?
Just hold on Im coming over to join you!
What about me? said Sebastian. Im coming too!
You wont be able to climb over, said Eric. And besides, why would you want to
come anyway?
I just do, said Sebastian. Im involved now.
Fine! Venus called out impatiently. Just give him a lift up first, Eric!
Are you serious? said Eric.
Yes, and lets not waste any time. I dont want to be hanging around in someones
garden all day!
Alright, alright, Ill help him over! said Eric.
Venus waited nervously while Sebastian clambered over the fence, with Erics
assistance. Once he had his feet on earth again he gave Venus an appreciative smile. She
managed to smile back, despite her nerves being on edge. Eric climbed up the fence without
any help and leaped down athletically to join them. He was probably the strongest boy in
their year, and was keen on sports and fitness something which made him very popular in
school.
Well then? Venus said to him. Were all here; now what do we do?
Thats easy, he replied. Now we go into the next garden.
The next garden? said Venus, confused.
Well, we cant just go out of the front here, or well still be spotted. We have to go a
few houses down first.
A few? Venus and Sebastian both exclaimed.
Thats right. Now come on, before someone sees us.

Without waiting for an objection, Eric began striding across the garden, beckoning for
the others to follow. Venus and Sebastian looked at each other uncertainly, but realising there
was not much choice in the matter they cautiously followed him.
They reached the opposite fence undetected, and again Eric helped Venus and Sebastian
to climb up, before making his own way over. The next garden was also empty, save for a
remarkably large display of flowers and plants that encircled it.
Wow! said Sebastian. The people here must be really rich: these gardens are all
massive!
Definitely richer than you, Eric snidely remarked. Now come on!
They again made their way quickly but cautiously to the opposite fence, looking out for
any faces in the windows. When Eric had reached the end he stopped and hesitated for a
moment. He then put his face close to the fence and peered through a small gap.
What is it? asked Venus.
Weve got a bit of a problem, Eric replied, turning back to the others. There are
people in that garden, and I dont think theyll be going anywhere soon.
So what do we do now? said Sebastian.
I guess well have to go out through the front here, said Eric.
Venus paled at the thought. But that . . . person might still see us, she said, trying her
best to hide her fear.
Its okay, Venus, Im here to protect you, Eric joked. Besides, once were out of the
front garden we can just head right down the street.
And if he follows? asked Venus.
Then well run, was his simple reply.
The three of them stood in silence, looking uneasily at each other for what seemed a long
time. The noise from Sophies party could still be heard clearly, and so too the singing of the
birds in the summer sun; but they did little to calm Venus nerves.
It was Eric who finally spoke. Right, I think wed better get moving, he said. Come
on, Venus, youre getting all worried over nothing. You dont even know who youre hiding
from!
Hes right, said Sebastian. After all, why would anyone be out to hurt you?
Venus was not prepared to answer that truthfully, though she was all too aware of the
reason. Lets go then, was all she said.
Eric led the way again, this time to a door at the side of the house, which they sneaked
through quietly. They then walked further up, until they emerged into the front garden. Their
first instinct was to look to their left to see if the mysterious figure could be seen in the
distance. There was not a soul in sight.
The coast is clear! said Eric, laughing.
I dont see anyone either, said Sebastian.
Venus had to agree, though the ominous feeling was still upon her. Im leaving
anyway, she said: But you dont have to come with me if you dont want to.
To her relief they both agreed to go with her. Rather than go onto the pathway, where
someone from the house might spot them, they cut through the large front lawn to get to the
street. Once there, they turned to the right and started walking down along the pavement.
Sebastian turned his head to ensure there was still no-one behind them. Venus heart skipped
a beat when she saw the look of shock on his face.
There he is! he called out in alarm.
Eric then looked back as well, and his own surprised expression confirmed it.
Venus was gripped with fear. She dared not turn around and see for herself. Instead she
simply shouted: Run!

The three of them tore off down the street, passing a number of houses along the way.
They turned the corner at the end, coming onto a much shorter road. At the end of it, they
could see fields stretching away towards the distant hills. Helmsmere was a small town, and
right now they were approaching its very edge. Not caring where they were going, the three
companions carried on running.
They did not get far.
As Venus was sprinting along the pavement she saw, to her complete horror, a cloaked
figure emerge from behind a hedge just ahead of her. She tried to stop her momentum as
quickly as she could, but it was too late. She found herself stumbling helplessly into the grasp
of the stranger.
Too afraid to struggle or even call out for help, Venus simply froze to the spot, feeling
the strangers arms clasp around her. She closed her eyes and awaited her fate.
Then, from very close to her ear, there came a familiar voice. Venus, it is I, it said
reassuringly.
Venus opened her eyes and looked up at the man who held her. It was Galahad! His
handsome face looked down at her from beneath the hood of his cloak. She then became
aware of other voices yelling Eric and Sebastian had recovered from their shock at
Galahads appearance and were now shouting at him to let her go.
Wait! said Venus, turning to face them: Hes a friend!
What? said Eric, baffled. But he looks like the other guy; hes definitely dressed just
as weirdly!
I know, said Venus, but Ive met him before. His names Galahad. He doesnt mean
me any harm.
Then what does he want with you? said Sebastian.
I am here to protect her, said Galahad in his firm voice. Now tell me, Venus, did this
other man you are fleeing from see you?
Im not sure, she replied. I didnt wait to find out.
And it was hard to tell from a distance, Eric added. Especially with him wearing a
hood and all. Not to mention that Venus had us sprinting down the street in no time.
Either way we had better get moving, said Galahad. It is no longer safe for you to
remain in Helmsmere, Venus.
Venus was mortified by the suggestion. You mean, I have to leave town?
Yes, and very quickly.
But where to?
First we shall head to the hills, he answered, pointing westwards.
To the Long Mynd? said Sebastian. But why?
They will provide the cover we need, Galahad replied, seeming impatient now. We
must be quick: there is little time. Come, Venus! Your friends may remain here if they wish,
but you and I must go now.
Hey, Im not being left behind! said Eric. Im going where Venus goes!
Me too! said Sebastian.
Before Venus could even open her mouth to protest, Galahad took her by the arm and
began leading her briskly down the street.
Come as you wish, he called back to the boys. But hurry!
Venus looked over her shoulder at her two classmates, both of whom appeared very
puzzled by the whole affair. Nonetheless, they followed faithfully behind, oblivious to the
extraordinary circumstances they were about to get themselves into.