LOGINFREYA'S POVThe box smelled of wet and cold metal and old cigarette and there was a dead leaf in the corner and the receiver was so cold it made my ear ache.Ivy got the card out and held it flat against the glass and dialled with her thumbnail because her fingers were too cold to do it properly. The dial went round and came back with a whirr each time and it was the loudest thing in the lane."Freya." She had the receiver against her ear and her other hand pressed flat on the metal shelf. "If it's a man, do I hand it over straight away?""No. Say your bit first. Who you are and that you found a card and ask if it's theirs. If he asks anything back, hand it to me.""Right." She was quiet. "It's ringing."I watched her face.There's a particular thing that happens to your ears when you're waiting on a call you don't want. The lane got louder — the drip off the hedge, a car somewhere down the valley road, a dog. Then all of it went thin and far away and there was only the small tinny no
FREYA'S POVIvy didn't answer straight away. She looked at her cup and then at the window and then she said, "I don't know. I didn’t think much of it." and it came out flat enough that I believed her."Was he there at the end of the day?""He was there when the school closed. Standing on the far side of the road by the wall." She had her hands round the cup now, both of them, and she was holding it too hard. "I thought he was somebody's father.""Did he talk to anyone?""Freya, I don't know, I was getting on a bus.""You got a good look at him though."She looked up."Big," she said. "Grey coat. Grey hair. He had a ring on and he kept turning it around his finger, like this—" she did it with her thumb, once, without thinking, and stopped."Did he see you looking?"Ivy's mouth pulled. "Yeah, he nodded at me in acknowledgment.”The kitchen had gone quiet. Ronan had his good hand flat on the table and his head turned toward Ivy like a dog on a scent, and my father hadn't moved and the do
FREYA'S POVI was on the bottom step with a cup of tea going cold in my hands and my eyes like sandpaper, and when the bell rang my mother said, "That'll be Ivy," without getting up, because of course she'd have been expected at five the day before.I opened the door to her standing in her uniform with the folder held against her chest and her mouth already doing the thing it did."Freya.""Hi.""You're grey." She came in past me without being asked. "You look — God, you look awful. What's happened? Your mum said on the phone you'd gone up to the mountains and—""Whoa. Slow down.""I brought your notes." She held the folder out. "Every class. I did the biology questions for you as well, in pencil, so you can copy them out in your own writing."That was the thing about her. You could be as suspicious as you liked and she'd still turn up with four pages of your biology in pencil."Thanks," I said."Are you all right? You look like you haven't slept.""Haven't.""Is your mum here? Is you
RONAN’S POVSayer came in with Freya’s father and the doctor and the door stayed open. He sat where he was told and put his hat on his knee."All right," the doctor said. "The raids. You were on them.""Eleven of the fourteen." Sayer's hands were folded on his hat. "And the burnings after.""Start at the beginning."Sayer breathed out."Nineteen years back there was a line up north called Moonrock," he said. "Small. On the roll, had a seat, had a stone, three hundred-odd souls on a bad hillside, four hundred years of it." He turned his hat over. "My lord wanted the stone. There's a way of getting a stone off a line without paying for it — get the line struck off the roll as extinct and claim the stone as unowned property.""You can't strike off a line that's still standing there," the doctor said."No. So you take it off the hill.""Go on."And he did. He was better at it than I'd expected. In order, flat, nothing dressed up.The first night we went to the the lower village. Up the ro
FREYA’S POVThe room froze, I think we all stopped breathing for a few minutes. Dad was the first person to get over his shock."What?" He asked, the question coming out almost like he didn’t know he said it."Thursday night. In his bed. He was sixty and he'd been ill for a year and it was always going to be this month or the next. They announced it in the northern papers this morning." Rusk's jaw worked. "The seat that he's been keeping empty is open, and there's a table sat in a cold hall in the north that hasn't got a single man on it who knows what to do now.""And he wants what?" my father said."He wants to give evidence." Rusk looked at me. "He's had a bellyful of the old man and he's brought the files with him and he'll swear to all of it in front of whoever you like, and then he wants to go home and be nobody in particular.""On what terms?""On no terms at all." Rusk picked his hat up. "That's the bit you'll not believe, so I'll say it plain. Sayer's got one condition and it
FREYA'S POVMy mother put the page down on the table and smoothed it flat with two fingers, the way she did with anything she meant to deal with in the morning."Right," she said. "Freya, the pen.""I'll do it.""You'll do it in the kitchen where I can see you."So that was the rest of the night. I didn’t get any sleep, sitting on a chair at my mother's table at one in the morning with a pen in my hand, staring at a blank page. Ronan sat on one side of me with his arm strapped up in a tea towel and Kade on the other with his sleeves rolled and a pencil of his own."Start with the time you got to the mill," Kade said."That's not where it starts."“Just start."I started but stopped and crossed it out. That happened twice until Kade took the page off me. He turned it around and said, "Not like that, they'll say you're editorialising," then he gave it back.I took his words for it and just let it flow as it had happened. It was the strangest feeling in the world to be putting down my ow







