MasukI came down the drop.
There was no point in doing anything else. He had seen me and he had called up to me and there was a barrel of powder on the far side of the pool and four wolves with their hands on their knives. I came down the stone and into the chamber and Ronan came after me and the priestess came after him and Oisin came last.
Callum watched us come.
"The drain," he said. "I have known about the drain for twenty years. It is in the keepers' plans and it is in the old maps and nobody has ever used it because it is two feet wide and full of water." He looked at me. "You are the first wolf to come down it in a hundred years."
"Put the taper down, Eamon," I said.
Eamon did not move.
He was standing by the barrel with the lamp in one hand and the taper in the other and his face was the face of a wolf who has not slept in three days.
"Luna," he said. "If you come one step closer I will light it."
"Then you will die in this chamber."
"I am sixty eight years old and I have been a keeper since I was twenty and I have nothing left to lose." Eamon's hand was shaking. "The spring is the last of it. If the spring goes there are no more binders and no more keepers and no more house in the north and everything I have done since I was twenty years old is for nothing."
"Everything you have done since you were twenty years old is for nothing," I said. "You have been keeping children in a house and breeding wolves like cattle and you have been doing it because an old man in a chair told you it was for the good of the north."
Eamon's hand shook.
"Put the taper down," I said. "And I will tell this Council that you came down here to stop him."
"You said that before."
"And you put the knife down and it worked." I came a step closer. "Eamon. There are twelve wolves in this town who walked out of that house last night and there are seven more in it and there is a woman in a room at the top who has been there for seventy years. You have been going up and down that house for forty years and you know every one of their names."
Eamon's face worked.
And then Callum moved.
He moved fast. He crossed the chamber and took the taper out of Eamon's hand and he had it in the lamp before anyone had moved.
"Nobody move," he said.
The chamber went still.
"Lord Callum," I said.
"Luna." Callum held the taper up. "You have been in this since the day you got off the bus and you have been winning since the day you got off the bus. You have a claim and a book and a seal and a ledger and twelve wolves in a square and a priestess and a Council that has lost its head." He looked at me. "And you have forgotten the one thing that matters."
"What is that?"
"The spring belongs to the north and the north belongs to the keepers and the keepers belong to the founding families." Callum smiled. "And I am a founding family. I have been a founding family since before your line came out of the mountains and there has never been a founder on this coast who did not answer to Ravenscar."
"There has never been a founder on this coast who answered to Ravenscar," I said. "You have been trying to marry into the line for two hundred years and both times the children died in infancy."
Callum's smile did not move.
"The children did not die in infancy," he said. "The children were taken north and the record was amended. And the second child was called Mairi and she is in a room at the top of the house of the north and she has been there for seventy years."
The chamber went silent.
"Then you knew," I said.
"I knew." Callum held the taper up. "I have known since I was twenty years old and my father told me on his deathbed. And I have been waiting forty years for the founders to come back and when they did they came back as a healer from Galway with a case of tins."
And then the priestess stepped forward.
She stepped forward with her staff in her hand and she put herself between Callum and the pool.
"Callum of Ravenscar," she said. "I am a priestess of the moon and I have been a priestess for fifty years and I have seen three marks in my life. And I am going to say a thing in this chamber and it is going to be in the record and the whole of the north is going to hear it."
"Say it," Callum said.
"The mark on that wolf's chest is the mark of the founder's line," the priestess said. "It is the old mark and it is the true mark and it has not been seen on this coast in a hundred and twenty years. She is the fourth of the line and she is the heir and I say it as a priestess of the moon and I will say it in front of any Council in this world."
The chamber was silent.
"And there is a thing you have forgotten," the priestess said. "The fourth does not answer to Ravenscar. The fourth breaks the chain. And the chain is the spring."
She turned round and put her staff into the pool.
The water went white.
It went white all at once and the light of it came up out of the pool and filled the chamber, and every mark on the walls lit up gold, and the spiral on the stone and the circle with the wolf's head in it and the four lines going out to the corners.
Callum dropped the taper.
The taper went into the water and it went out.
And in the chamber under the northern seat the chain broke.
I felt it. It went through me like a wave and it went out through the stone and up the keeper's stair and into the northern seat and out into the square and down to the harbour. And every false bond that had ever been made with the water of that spring came undone at once.
Every one.
And in the chamber, on the floor, Callum of Ravenscar put his hands on his chest and looked at me with an expression I had never seen on a living face.
"What have you done?" he said.
And down the keeper's stair, a long way above us, the whole of the northern seat began to scream.
The letter from the keepers sat on the kitchen table for three days before I answered it.It was a short letter in Mairéad's walnut-faced hand, and it said that the keepers had found a spring on the far west coast with the founder marks still on the walls, and a mark in the water that had not been given in two hundred years, and a young wolf in a fishing village who could not shift and did not know why. They wanted to know whether the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack would come and look at it.I read it four times. Then I put it under the sugar bowl and went out to help mend the kilns.On the third evening Ronan found me on the harbour wall with it in my hand and sat down beside me without saying anything. The tide was coming in and the boats were lifting off the mud one by one, and the light was going long and orange over the hills."You have not answered it," he said."I have been busy.""You have been mending a kiln that Aisling told you three times not to touch." He put his hands in hi
I came up out of the spring with my mother's hand in mine.She was lighter than a wolf should be. I carried her up the stair with Ronan on her other side and Padraig going ahead with the lantern, and the water ran off her grey coat and left a trail on the stone, and none of us said a word until we were out in the open air under the stars. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the sky for a long time and said, "Is that the same moon?""It is a different moon," Padraig said. "Ten years of them."She thought about that. She was very thin and her fur had gone the colour of ash, and when she shifted back into her human shape she was so light that Ronan took off his coat and wrapped her in it and carried her the rest of the way up the hill. She had grey hair, my mother, and green eyes like mine, and a face I had not seen since I was sixteen years old.The pack house was full when we came in. Aisling had got the fire going and the kettle on and there was a clean bed made up in the small roo
The spring took three days to open, and in those three days the Blackthorn Pack counted what it had lost.I did not go down to the Council seat on the first night. Padraig put his hand on my shoulder on the cliff and said, very quietly, "A spring that has been sealed for ten years does not open in an hour. You will need all your strength for the rite, and you will not have it if you go down there tonight with a dead wolf at your feet and a fight still in your blood." I did not like it. I stood on that headland with the wind pulling at my coat and the old keeper's body laid out on the grass behind me and I wanted to go down the hill and into the dark that same hour. Padraig waited. He has a great deal of patience, and he has spent a good part of his life using it on me."You are no good to her dead," he said.That was the argument that worked. I went back to the pack house and Ronan brought me a bowl of soup that I do not remember eating, and I slept for sixteen hours with the mark on
The old keeper was fast for a wolf his age, and he was clever, and neither of those things saved him.I came in low and took his foreleg out from under him, and Ronan hit him from the other side before he could get his feet back. The pack was on him then, a ring of teeth that closed and opened and closed again, and he fought his way out of it twice and both times we put him back on the rock. The third time he did not get up.He lay on his side on the grass with his grey flank heaving and blood on his muzzle, and he looked up at me with those pale eyes and said, in the voice that lived inside my head, "You have a mark on your wrist that I did not put there. What is it?""You tell me," I said. "You are the one who made it."His eyes went to my foreleg and the mark on it, and something moved across his face that I had not expected. Not anger. Relief."The rite has a witness," he said. "Every rite needs a witness, and the founders wrote it so that the witness could never be the same wolf
We went north to Falcarragh the next morning with eight wolves and Padraig, and the mark on my wrist stayed cold the whole way.The road up the coast is a narrow thing that runs between the sea and the hills, and the wind comes off the water without anything to stop it. I sat in the back of the cart with my coat collar up and watched the mark on the inside of my wrist. It had not warmed since the Council steps. It sat there beside the gold crescent, small and dark, and every mile we put behind us it seemed to me it got a little colder, the way a stone gets colder the deeper you dig it out of the shade.Nobody talked much. Padraig had his old leather satchel on his knees and his blue eyes fixed on the horizon, and Ronan drove the cart himself with his jaw set, and the eight Blackthorn wolves who had come along ran the verge on four feet in a loose scatter, and their breath showed in the air.The old house at Falcarragh stood on its own above a stony beach, a long low farmhouse with a s
The new law was passed in a room that smelled of fresh paint because the old Council chamber had been scrubbed out and the scrubbing had gone deeper than anyone expected. I went down for the vote because Ronan went down for the vote and because the Blackthorn Pack had a stake in it, and I sat in the gallery with Nessa on one side and Oisin on the other, and I listened to eleven Alphas argue about the future of the coast for six hours.The old Council of Alphas had been nine elders and a rule that said whatever the elders decided was law. The new one was different in every way that mattered. Every pack on the island got a seat and a vote, the elders lost the power to make bonds or rule on territory, and the whole thing was written down on paper that any wolf could ask to see. Ronan had drafted half of it in the fishing gear room with a pencil stub and a mug of cold tea, and when Elder Colm read the clause about willing marks aloud the gallery stood up and cheered for so long that Colm







