Chapters (58)
- Cover
- About Den of Wolves
- Title page
- Contents
- Dedication
- Character List
- Chapter One: Bardán
- Chapter Two: Cara
- Chapter Three: Blackthorn
- Chapter Four: Bardán
- Chapter Five: Grim
- Chapter Six: Cara
- Chapter Seven: Blackthorn
- Chapter Eight: Bardán
- Chapter Nine: Grim
- Chapter Ten: Blackthorn
- Chapter Eleven: Bardán
- Chapter Twelve: Grim
- Chapter Thirteen: Cara
- Chapter Fourteen: Bardán
- Chapter Fifteen: Blackthorn
- Chapter Sixteen: Grim
- Chapter Seventeen: Blackthorn
- Chapter Eighteen: Cara
- Chapter Nineteen: Grim
- Chapter Nineteen: Grim
- Chapter Twenty-one: Grim
- Chapter Twenty-two: Bardán
- Chapter Twenty-three: Grim
- Chapter Twenty-four: Blackthorn
- Twenty-five: Cara
- Chapter Twenty-six: Grim
- Chapter Twenty-seven: Blackthorn
- Chapter Twenty-eight: Grim
- Chapter Twenty-nine: Blackthorn
- Chapter Thirty: Cara
- Chapter Thirty-one: Bardán
- Chapter Thirty-two: Blackthorn
- Chapter Thirty-three: Cara
- Chapter Thirty-four: Grim
- Chapter Thirty-five: Blackthorn
- Chapter Thirty-six: Cara
- Chapter Thirty-seven: Blackthorn
- Chapter Thirty-eight: Grim
- Chapter Thirty-nine: Blackthorn
- Chapter Forty: Cara
- Chapter Forty-one: Blackthorn
- Chapter Forty-two: Grim
- Chapter Forty-three: Cara
- Chapter Forty-four: Blackthorn
- Chapter Forty-five: Bardán
- Chapter Forty-six: Grim
- Chapter Forty-seven: Blackthorn
- Chapter Forty-eight: Blackthorn
- Acknowledgments
- About Juliet Marillier
- Also by Juliet Marillier
- Copyright page
Bardán nods. ‘Wanted to show you.’
‘I’m sorry. Hard for you. Very hard.’ Explains a lot. Though not everything. ‘Bardán, I have to go back to Longwater. I have to go right now. But I’ll come up later, when Blackthorn’s finished down there. Walk you over to Tóla’s, if you want. The master won’t be happy you’ve left the place and neither will Gormán. Be easier for you if I come too.’ Soon as I’ve said it I have second thoughts. If he headed off now, he’d be back there much sooner. Rain still coming down on and off. Could be nobody’s noticed he’s not there. Might all be indoors, keeping dry. He could slip back in, no trouble. And it could take a long time for this child to be born. Even if it’s quick, there’s things that could go wrong. Badly wrong. Blackthorn might need me for a while. Most of the day, even. ‘If you don’t want to wait for me, just go,’ I tell him. ‘I can’t tell you how long I’ll be. Will you be all right here?’ Stupid question. This man will never be all right again. Lost too much. Doesn’t mean I should stop helping him, though. Poor sod.
‘Go,’ Bardán says. ‘Go quick. Save them.’
Chapter Seventeen: Blackthorn
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~Blackthorn~
Women came in and out of the cottage, bringing food and drink, making sure there was firewood and fresh water and anything else I asked for. Men wandered up to the door from time to time, wanting to ask questions but not quite prepared to put them into words. In the end I told them to go next door and stay there or I’d be tempted to turn the lot of them into newts. It had been a long, long time since I had said such a thing.
Grim gave the men jobs to keep them occupied. Both Osgar and Fann’s husband Ross were among those gathered in the next-door house. I sent one of the women over to let them know we’d given Fann the draught and were anticipating that things might speed up now, and she reported back that on Grim’s instructions the men were busy stacking firewood under cover, drawing water from the well, and cooking batches of flat-cakes. Grim and I knew from experience the disastrous results that might come from drinking mead on an empty stomach, especially if a person was already upset or tired. Once or twice we heard them singing over there.
‘How can they do that at a time like this?’ said one of the women. ‘When Fann’s in here . . .?’