INICIAR SESIÓNClara's POV
I don't remember deciding to move. I only remember the gray wool throw on the arm of the sofa, and my own hand closing around it, and the three long strides across the floorboards that I covered in what felt like less than a breath.
I dropped the blanket over Mia's head like a tent, just as Damien's face came round.
"Mommy," said a muffled, indignant voice from somewhere inside the wool. "It's dark."
"I know, sweetheart. That's because you have a fever
Damien's POVMy father rang me from the doorway of the sealed library at twenty to ten on Monday morning, and the first thing I heard down the line, before he had said a word, was Elias Aldous remarking mildly in the background, "I did warn him you'd be cross, Garrick."I was sitting on the edge of the bath at the time, with a comb in my teeth and three hanks of my daughter's dark hair wound round my fingers, attempting the thing Mags had ordered me to learn. Mia sat on the closed toilet lid in her duck slippers, holding very still and offering advice."Over, Daddy. Then under. You did under twice."I took the comb out of my mouth. "Father.""Your physician is standing in my library with your key in his pocket and a mirror in his hand," said Garrick Sterling. "He came up my back stairs on a milk lorry. He says that you sent him. I would like to know why the Alpha of Silverthorn is sending old men up mountains to read my books in secret.""Th
Dr. Aldous's POVThe snow on the pass road was coming down sideways by the time the lights of Ferris Cross went out behind me, and I was beginning to suspect that a man of seventy-one with a very small umbrella had been a little too pleased with his own cleverness.I had not got off the train early on a whim. At the junction, a young man in a red and black wool coat had come into the dining car, asked the steward which stop the Silverthorn motor met, and then sat down two tables away with a pot of tea he did not drink. He held his cup in his left hand. On the third finger of that hand was a ring with a crescent cut into a red stone, and when the train stopped at Lammas, he got out and used the platform telephone for four minutes, and came back looking pleased.I have delivered a good many babies whose fathers were not the men they were supposed to be, and I have learned that a man who looks pleased after a telephone call is a man to get away from. So at Ferris C
Julian's POVI have audited eleven companies, testified before two tribunals and once told a shipping magnate to his face that his books were fiction; nobody had ever pointed a flare gun at my best friend's head, and I discovered, standing in that vinegar-smelling cabin, that my body had no idea what to do about it.Rowan knew. I saw his weight shift onto the balls of his feet, very slightly, and I saw Drury see it too, because the orange barrel jerked a half inch closer to Val's cheek."Don't," said Drury. "I'll do it. A flare at this range takes a face off; I've seen it.""Nobody's moving," I said. My voice came out quite reasonable, which surprised me. "Mr. Drury, I'm going to put my hands on the bench where you can see them. I'm an accountant. I have never hit anyone in my life, and I'd be very bad at it."His eyes flicked to me. They were bloodshot and red-rimmed, the eyes of a man who had slept in his coat. "She said there'd be an accountant.
Clara's POVI was standing in the nursery doorway in my nightgown when Garrick asked his question, and I heard every word; the old man's voice came out of that little telephone as clearly as if he stood in my hall.Damien had his back to me, a tall dark shape against the gray window at the end of the corridor, and I watched his shoulders lift slowly and come down again."You'll have your answer on Thursday, Father," he said. "At the same table as the Council, in front of the same old men who telephoned you tonight. Not before, and not down a line at three in the morning."I heard nothing more from Garrick but the click of the line going dead.Damien lowered the phone, turned, and saw me, and his face did something complicated in the dark. "You heard all that, then," he said."I heard you not lie to him." I came down the hall in my bare feet, pulling my cardigan tight. "I also heard that his key has been missing for five years, and that Seraphina has found him masons."He nodded, and I
Damien's POVThe card landed face down on the cloth between the three photographs, and Clara stood up from the table like a woman who has just been handed the keys to a building she already owns.I had seen her frightened in a coal cellar and furious in a chapel; I had never seen this. She crossed to the dresser, pulled open the second drawer, and came back with a yellow legal pad and a pencil chewed all along its length. She sat, wrote the date at the top of the page in small square letters, and drew a line under it."Julian," she said, without looking up, "what time does the Northern Courier go to press?"Julian blinked behind his borrowed tortoiseshell glasses. "Val, why on earth would I know that?""Because you read it in the bath every morning and complain that the ink comes off on your thumbs.""That's slander." He frowned. "Half past one, I think. The front page locks at midnight, and the bundles leave the Kessler Street depot at four.""In whose trucks?"He opened his mouth, s
Clara's POVI have never seen a man so pleased to be standing in the rain.Hobb stood at the foot of the steps with the water running off the peak of his cap and the cream envelope held out in front of him like a dish. His round pink face shone. His small eyes were bright and cheerful and perfectly empty, and he smiled the smile of a man who has been told that he is going to be given a very large tip."Alpha Sterling," he said again. "I hope I find you well. I was so sorry to hear about your dreadful week."Damien came down the steps.He did not hurry. He came down one at a time, in his shirtsleeves, with the rain plastering his hair to his head and the light from the doorway behind him throwing his shadow out across the pavement like a long black blade. He stopped on the last step, a foot from the bald man, and stood looking down at him.He was a head taller. He did not raise his voice. But I saw Hobb's smile falter, just slightly, like a c







