Back Den of Wolves
Chapters (58)
  1. Cover
  2. About Den of Wolves
  3. Title page
  4. Contents
  5. Dedication
  6. Character List
  7. Chapter One: Bardán
  8. Chapter Two: Cara
  9. Chapter Three: Blackthorn
  10. Chapter Four: Bardán
  11. Chapter Five: Grim
  12. Chapter Six: Cara
  13. Chapter Seven: Blackthorn
  14. Chapter Eight: Bardán
  15. Chapter Nine: Grim
  16. Chapter Ten: Blackthorn
  17. Chapter Eleven: Bardán
  18. Chapter Twelve: Grim
  19. Chapter Thirteen: Cara
  20. Chapter Fourteen: Bardán
  21. Chapter Fifteen: Blackthorn
  22. Chapter Sixteen: Grim
  23. Chapter Seventeen: Blackthorn
  24. Chapter Eighteen: Cara
  25. Chapter Nineteen: Grim
  26. Chapter Nineteen: Grim
  27. Chapter Twenty-one: Grim
  28. Chapter Twenty-two: Bardán
  29. Chapter Twenty-three: Grim
  30. Chapter Twenty-four: Blackthorn
  31. Twenty-five: Cara
  32. Chapter Twenty-six: Grim
  33. Chapter Twenty-seven: Blackthorn
  34. Chapter Twenty-eight: Grim
  35. Chapter Twenty-nine: Blackthorn
  36. Chapter Thirty: Cara
  37. Chapter Thirty-one: Bardán
  38. Chapter Thirty-two: Blackthorn
  39. Chapter Thirty-three: Cara
  40. Chapter Thirty-four: Grim
  41. Chapter Thirty-five: Blackthorn
  42. Chapter Thirty-six: Cara
  43. Chapter Thirty-seven: Blackthorn
  44. Chapter Thirty-eight: Grim
  45. Chapter Thirty-nine: Blackthorn
  46. Chapter Forty: Cara
  47. Chapter Forty-one: Blackthorn
  48. Chapter Forty-two: Grim
  49. Chapter Forty-three: Cara
  50. Chapter Forty-four: Blackthorn
  51. Chapter Forty-five: Bardán
  52. Chapter Forty-six: Grim
  53. Chapter Forty-seven: Blackthorn
  54. Chapter Forty-eight: Blackthorn
  55. Acknowledgments
  56. About Juliet Marillier
  57. Also by Juliet Marillier
  58. Copyright page

End of the day, I’m aching all over but happy with what we’ve done. Conn’s as skinny as a bean pod, but he’s strong. And not a talker, which suits me. Odd team, but it worked well enough, Bardán watching and telling us how it should be done, Conn and me shifting the stones to the spots where they needed to go. Felt like a jumble at first. But the wild man knew what he wanted. Broken bits in one pile. Bigger pieces stacked alongside the edges of what’ll be the new house. Out the back of the barn they’ve got shaped stones from the old build, piled up neat. And inside the barn, keeping dry, is the wood they saved. Oak, ash, beech, like the wild man said. And more. All sorts. Some of it cut to size, some logs with the bark still on. Makes it easier for me to guess what kind they are. Looking at all that wood, I’m thinking I might have taken on too much. If Bardán knows how it’s going to fit together he must be the best builder in all Erin. Which he could be, who knows? Can’t judge a man by how he looks. Or how he talks.

I’m off home then. Riding Sturdy, leading the horse I’ve been given for getting to and fro. Nice big grey, a mare, name of Mercy, which I like. Gormán’s said they’ll switch between her and another horse so as not to wear them out. Scannal can stable them for me.

Ride feels shorter on the way home, though I’m tired and so is Ripple, running alongside. Make sure I get out of the woods before dusk falls. Cuts the working day a bit short, but still. Common sense. That forest isn’t the sort of place you want to linger in after dark. Could be all sorts of things in there, and I’m not just talking wolves and the like. Glad to get clear of the trees and head over to Scannal’s. I drop off the horses, have a word to him. He says he’ll look after Mercy, no trouble, and just come and fetch her in the morning. Then I’m off across the fields for home with dusk turning everything to soft shadows. Ready for bed right now, every bit of me worn out. Only supper first would be good. And didn’t I promise to do something for Blackthorn?