‘The one who will do you the most harm if he lays his hands on your throat,’ Charity replied as he stepped towards him.
‘Choice made,’ Zane said quickly as he pulled the trigger of the harpoon.
The arrow flew forward. Mariah dived into its path. Zane gasped as it struck the boy in the chest.
Without warning, Charity grabbed Zane by the arm and pulled him towards him. Zane stumbled forward, unable to resist. Then Charity turned and pushed the man towards the open door at the back of the gondola. Zane fell through. His cries grew fainter and fainter as he spun faster and faster towards Manhattan. It was as if an angel fell from heaven.
Inside the gondola Mariah lay on the deck, not moving. His face was white, his eyes closed. The arrow lay beside him. Charity feared to look.
Taking the arrow in his hand Charity broke it in two. He looked at the shaft. There was no blood.
‘Spiderweb! It worked …’ he said as he pulled Mariah by the front of his waistcoat, shaking life into him. ‘Mariah … Mariah …’
‘I want to go home …’ he said as he held his chest.
‘We shall fly there,’ said Charity as he lifted Mariah onto a leather bench and leant him against the window.
‘A trip to Scarborough?’ Mariah asked.
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First published in 2009
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