Todos los capítulos de The Luna They Buried: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

We came down off the high ground by the long way round, through the peat cuts and the furze, so that we would come into the village from the north and not past the hall. Declan carried the tin box in his jacket and I carried the photograph inside my shirt, and by the time we reached the shore road the church bell had stopped and the village was up and the gulls were loud over the pier."The healer's cottage," I said. "You said his name is Ronan. He was at the wake and he touched his chest when he saw me. He knew my mother.""He knew your mother and he knew your grandmother, if that photograph is what I think it is." Declan stopped at the gate of the cottage and looked at me. "Before we go in, you should know a thing about Ronan. He has been the healer of this pack for fifty years. He brought every wolf in this village into the world and he sat with every one of them when they died. He is the only person alive who remembers the old days, and he does not like to talk about them, and whe

I spent the rest of the morning being a grieving sister, because a grieving sister can knock on any door in a village and be asked in.Padraig went down to the shop to buy a paper and to be seen buying a paper, and I put on my good black coat and pinned my hair back and went up the hill to the cottages behind the church. My mother's old house was up there, the one with the hens, and it was empty now with a padlock on the gate and a sheet of tarpaulin over the roof. I stood in front of it for a minute so that anyone watching from a window would see me doing it.The first house I went into was the post office woman's. Her name was Eileen, which is a common name on this coast, and she had a fire on and a pot of tea and she sat me down in the good chair and said, "You poor thing, you have been walking the roads all week.""I have been walking the roads," I said. "I cannot sit in that cottage. Every time I sit down I hear the clock and I think about her.""That is the way of it," Eileen sa

I took my hand off Cormac's mouth and put my lips to his ear and said, so quietly that it was barely a breath, "When I move, you move. Not before. Do you understand?"He nodded against my hand. His whole body was shaking.The torch beam swung along the wall above our heads and the man's voice said, "I am not going to chase a boy and a woman around a burned shed in the dark. Bring them out and we will talk to them here.""They are not going to come out for talking," Mairéad said. "The woman is the difficult one. The boy will come out if I call him."I felt Cormac go still beside me, and then I felt the pull in him, the thing Declan had told me about, the way the Alpha's voice went into a wolf and pulled the strings. He was a wolf and she was his Alpha and the whole of him wanted to stand up. I put my hand flat on his chest and pressed him back against the stones and I put my mouth to his ear again."Think about the harbor," I said. "Think about the boats. Think about a blank wall. Do n

I did not move from the back of the chair. I looked at him and he looked at me and the lie hung in the air between us like smoke."Say it again," I said. "Slowly.""I do not know what you are talking about." His voice was flat and even and his grey eyes did not move. "I do not know what Cormac told you and I do not know what you think you heard. The night of the claim I was at the harbor. I have told you that already and I will tell you again as many times as you want to hear it.""You were at the harbor." I felt the bond go tight and then go slack and then go tight again, and it was like standing on a pier with a rope around your waist and a boat pulling away. "And you did not go up the hill. And you did not carry my sister down to the boathouse. And you did not stand in the door of that boathouse with your hands on the frame and watch the sun come up."His jaw moved. Something went across his face, quick, and was gone."I did not carry anyone down to any boathouse." He said it slowl

The meeting at the hall lasted two hours and in the end it came to nothing, which was the best outcome I could have hoped for.Korkut was courteous. He was more than courteous. He sat me down at the long table with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits and he asked me about my sister and my work in Dublin and my mother's family, and he wrote nothing down, and every so often he would lean back and say, "Take your time," in a voice like a man settling into a favorite chair. Mairéad sat at the head of the table with her hands folded and her pale green eyes on me and said almost nothing.Twice Korkut came close to the thing he wanted. The first time he said, "The Council takes an interest in a charter number that has been dormant for twenty years. A weight with a number on it is not a trinket. It is a legal instrument. Have you been given a weight, Miss Niamh?" And I said, "I have been given a great many things since I came here and most of them were casseroles," and he laughed and let it