LOGINDamien's POV"Say the word and we will have the first load over by noon."He was a carter with a grey muzzle and forty years of coal behind him, and he said it at the mouth of the cut with his hat in his hands, the way wolves used to, and for a heartbeat my mouth wanted to answer him."That is not mine to say.""It has never taken a Council to open a road.""It takes the wolf whose name goes on it. Theo says what the ground will carry. Cole says what goes over it. Neither is me. The ground needs Theo's signature and traffic needs Cole's decision." I got my maul off my shoulder, because standing still while a wolf waits on you is its own kind of answer. "Ask me about post spacing and I will talk until you are sick of me."He looked at the maul and went away up the line, and I heard him put the same question to somebody else before he had gone thirty feet.Theo gave me the day's work at first light off his own book: three jobs written out, the last to make good and re-lay the crossing s
Brack did not wait for the second day to begin properly."Before this panel writes another word down, it should satisfy itself that the wolf presenting this case is entitled to stand in that place. Three years ago the Blood Moon Council recorded her dead and closed her affairs. I was on that bench. I did not argue with it, and I am not proud of that, and it is still what the book says.""It is what one page of it said," I said, "and the page is still there. I have carried certified copies of the whole chain since the thirtieth, because I knew one of us would want them today.""Then produce them," the middle chair said. "In order."Mara gave the sources and I did the answering; we had settled that on the road.She said where each sheet came from before she put it down. Taken from books in her own custody, copied and checked against the originals by herself and Ames on the thirtieth, certified at the foot, and produced for one question only: whether the wolf standing here may stand here
They took my sons first — the instruction I had written about them — before anybody was properly in a chair."The front sheet of the Blood Moon bundle." The Elder in the middle chair had it at arm's length. "No child of that family to be called, questioned, tested or produced. Is that a condition of your evidence.""It is their mother's condition, and this Pack's bundle was built to match it." I stood up to say it. "I am not writing a rule for anybody else's children. I am saying what I will consent to for mine. The adults answer for the adults.""And the healer's pages.""Are not in any bundle and will not be."They went out for a quarter of an hour and came back narrow.No child called. No page describing what a child can do admitted, because nothing alleged against either wolf turns on it. Adult accounts of what was done to the children, admitted and open to question like any other.And then the part I had to take with my face still."This sitting has not seen those pages," the mid
The notice came up the ridge road on the thirtieth with three ruled boxes along the foot of it, and the line that mattered asked for every record in our keeping bearing upon this matter."That is not a request," Mara said. "That is a net.""Read the rest."The rest was ordinary and I was glad of it. The hearing sits on the third of February. Each Pack delivers by noon on the first. Each wolf answering receives, before the day, every item proposed against him, in the words it will be put, with his reply travelling attached. Nothing is admitted by being sent.Then back to the net."Bearing upon this matter," I said. "Taken as written, that is two pages in a tin on a shelf in this kitchen, written by a healer about two three-year-olds. They are not going, and I am going to say so on the front of the bundle rather than leave them out quietly and hope nobody counts."It took the whole of the thirty-first, and I would not let anybody else make the first pass.Three streams, and the differen
Ames had ruled one sheet overnight and put two names at the head of it, and I took it off the table before I sat down."Two pages.""It is the same matter," he said, which is the only argument he made and he made it once."It is one afternoon in a meadow with two wolves in it, and everything before that is different work by different hands." I set the ruined sheet aside. "On one page, February spends the day deciding which of them is the real one. Whichever loses that argument carries the other's share, and whichever wins walks out lighter. Two pages. Neither gets to stand behind the other."Mara put her stick against the table leg."Then you will have to prove both of them twice," she said, "and I would rather you did."I took Sedge in the morning with the old material face down.The copied surveillance book came out first, the one that went round this valley for years with two hands in it. Ames laid his own pages beside the second hand and did not enjoy any part of it."The first fo
"Tell me what was in it," Sedge said, before I had my coat off, "and I will give you the thing nobody in this house has thought to ask me for.""No.""You have not even—""I know what you are selling." I sat down. "Nothing about that wrapper comes across this table for anything. Not this morning and not in February.""Then I hand it over for the pleasure of it.""You hand it over or you keep it. What you get either way is this: when there is a case proposed against you, you receive every item in it, in the words it will be put, with its source under it, and your answer travels attached. That is your entitlement, all of it, and not one line past it."He took it the way he takes most things, with a small adjustment of his hands."Then write that I asked.""Ames wrote it while you were asking."Before anything else we put down what has actually been in front of him, because a wolf who guessed right and a wolf who was told look identical in February if nobody writes the difference now.On







