Imagine that you are standing in a dimly-lit, locked shed, a tiny building tucked away and almost forgotten on the edge of the Gannicox Distillery. You could be forgiven for thinking that the stinking pile of rags you perceive, thrown haphazardly against a barrel of alcohol, had been discarded by some passing vagrant, who, with great good fortune, had chanced upon a more desirable set of clothing. Go closer… further investigation will reveal the blotched and worryingly unhealthy features of the once handsome Linus Pinfarthing. He is very, very drunk. Hunched motionless in front of Linus is a hare with pure white fur and blazing eyes. Linus believes this hare to be the vengeful spirit of his dead lover, Marjorie Toadsmoor, come to torment him. Linus is wrong, for the decidedly unvengeful ghost of Marjorie is quietly residing in a small monolith, recently deposited in the grounds of the Pallid Rock Orphanage, and the white hare is, in reality, Trickster, who is intent on destroying Linus.
It was late in the night when the raiding party arrived. They tottered up to the darkened shed and, wielding their spoons like crowbars, managed to prise out some nails securing one of the wooden planks that formed the wall of the building. The wood was old and rotten here and there, and broke off, leaving a gap of a foot or so; more than enough space for the half-dozen spoonwalkers to scurry through on their cutlery stilts. Why they had chosen to break into an old shed is a mystery, unless it was the smell of alcohol that had attracted them (we know, from past experience, that these enigmatic creatures are partial to a drop of the hard stuff when they can get it). Whatever their reasons, they were looking for something to steal, and nothing was going to stop them… and then they saw the hare.
In the not too distant past many believed spoonwalkers to be mythical, but these days no one on the island would dispute that they are very real indeed, and not to be crossed. Very little is known, however, about their social habits, except that they are inveterate thieves.
When they spotted the hare they were naturally curious, for no such creature had existed on the island, at least in living memory. Her fiery eyes concerned them not one bit; their own luminescent, ghastly green gaze could outstare and out-menace any rival, and it was clear that the hare was filled to the brim with commination.
The spoonwalkers cast their baleful gazes towards Linus, the object of the hare’s malice, probably wondering if there was likely to be anything in it for them when she had finished with him.
Linus regarded the raiding party blearily; as much as he despised spoonwalkers, he was far too drunk to try and avoid them, or even move. The creature, who appeared to be leading the raiders, stared with potentially lethal eyes at the young man, then froze. If spoonwalkers can be said to do a double-take, then this one did, almost falling off his stilts. His companions looked on with some amazement, never having seen old Septimus (or whatever his name was) act in such a way. Then they saw what he had noticed. The pale, blotchy face lying beneath a bundle of rags was known to them.
You may recall that in the tale ‘The Trapper’, Zeke Tyndale had captured and caged several spoonwalkers, with the intention of escaping the island and selling them to a freak-show in New York. At the time, Linus was possessed by Trickster (who referred to him as his ‘meat-suit’); while being many despicable things, Trickster regarded himself as the protector of helpless creatures, and was enraged to see anything caged and humiliated in such a fashion. Tyndale was duly punished and the spoonwalkers freed.
You will have guessed by now that the spoonwalker raiding-party was made up of those very ones, and before them they saw the face of their saviour, obviously being threatened by this long-eared monstrosity with white fur. Luckily for Linus, Trickster was unable to communicate that he had been the one who had saved them, and caught the full blast of a dozen glowing green eyes.
While Trickster is able to possess the body and mind of any creature, there is always a tiny place of refuge in which a small spark of the host’s true nature hides. Although Trickster was impervious to the malignant gaze of the spoonwalkers, the hare was not and madness gripped her. She reared on to her hind legs, boxed the air, then darted through the gap left by the broken plank. Trickster tried to escape but found himself trapped within the body of the white hare as she careered madly through the foggy night, in a headlong flight towards the rocky cliffs and restless ocean.
Spoonwalkers are never welcome visitors, and Norbert Gannicox had watched in some dismay as they broke into the little shed on the edge of his property. He was fairly sure that there was nothing of value in there, but he did not want them nesting anywhere near the distillery. Not wishing to tackle them alone, Norbert went to The Squid and Teapot for reinforcements; even a raiding party of spoonwalkers would be reluctant to attack a band of men armed with a selection of blunt instruments.
When Norbert, accompanied by Bartholomew Middlestreet, Seth Washpool and Ardle O’Stoat, each fortified with several pints of ‘Old Colonel’, burst into the shed, bracing themselves for a fight, there were no spoonwalkers to be seen, just a gap in the wall and the dishevelled and noisome pile of rags that was Linus Pinfarthing, barely alive and horribly intoxicated. In his hand was a solitary silver dessert spoon. None of the rescuers knew why it was there, and would not have believed it, even if Linus been able to tell them how he was saved, apparently by the kindness of spoonwalkers.