âThose who survived gathered people to them, protecting them through the long nights. Those men became the first Warders, who protect us to this very day.â The Jongleur pointed to the crowd, âSo the next time you see a Warder, thank him, because you owe him your life.â
That was a variation on the story Arlen had never heard Warders? In Tibbetâs Brook, everyone learned warding as soon as they were old enough to draw with a stick. Many had poor aptitude for it, but Arlen couldnât imagine anyone not taking the time to learn the basic forbiddings against flame, rock, swamp, water, wind, and wood demons.
âSo now we stay safe within our wards,â Keerin said, âletting the demons have their pleasures outside. Messengers,â he gestured to Ragen, âthe bravest of all men, travel from city to city for us, bringing news and escorting men and goods.â
He walked about, his eyes hard as he met the frightened looks of the children. âBut we are strong,â he said. âArenât we?â
The children nodded, but their eyes were still wide with fear.
âWhat?â he asked, putting a hand to his ear.
âYes!â the crowd cried.
âWhen the Deliverer comes again, will we be ready?â he asked. âWill the demons learn to fear us once more?â
âYes!â the crowd roared.
âThey canât hear you!â the Jongleur shouted.
âYes!â the people screamed, punching fists in the air; Arlen most of all. Jessi imitated him, punching the air and shrieking as if she were a demon herself. The Jongleur bowed, and when the crowd quieted, lifted his lute and led them into another song.
As promised, Arlen left Town Square with a sack of salt. Enough to last weeks, even with Norine and Marea to feed. It was still unmilled, but Arlen knew his parents would be happy to pound the salt themselves, rather than pay Hog extra for the service. Most would, really, but old Hog never gave them a choice, milling the salt as soon as it came and tacking on the extra cost.
Arlen had a spring in his step as he walked down the road towards the Cluster. It wasnât until he passed the tree that Cholie had hung from that Arlenâs spirits fell. He thought again about what Ragen had said about fighting corelings, and what his father had said about prudence.
He thought his father probably had the right of it: Hide when you can and fight when you must. Even Ragen seemed to agree with that philosophy. But Arlen couldnât shake the feeling that hiding hurt people too, in ways they couldnât see.
He met his father in the Cluster and earned a clap on the back when he showed his prize. He spent the rest of the afternoon running to and fro, helping rebuild. Already, another house was repaired and would be warded by nightfall. In a few more weeks, the Cluster would be fully rebuilt, and that was in everyoneâs interest, if they wanted enough wood to last the winter.
âI promised Selia Iâd throw in here for the next few days,â Jeph said as they packed the cart that afternoon. âYouâll be the man of the farm while Iâm gone. Youâll have to check the ward-posts and weed the fields. I saw you show Norine your chores this morning. She can handle the yard, and Marea can help your mother inside.â
âAll right,â Arlen said. Weeding the fields and checking the posts was hard work, but the trust made him proud.
âIâm counting on you, Arlen,â Jeph said.
âI wonât let you down,â Arlen promised.
The next few days passed with little event. Silvy still cried at times, but there was work to do, and she never once complained of the additional mouths to feed. Norine took to caring for the animals naturally, and even Marea began to come out of her shell a bit, helping with the sweeping and cooking, working the loom after supper. Soon she was taking turns with Norine in the yard. Both women seemed determined to do their share, though their faces, too, grew pained and wistful whenever there was a lull in the work.
Arlenâs hands blistered from pulling weeds, and his back and shoulders ached at the end of each day, but he didnât complain. The only one of his new responsibilities he enjoyed was working on the wardposts. Arlen had always loved warding, mastering the basic defensive symbols before most children began learning at all, and more complex wardnets soon after. Jeph didnât even check his work anymore. Arlenâs hand was steadier than his fatherâs. Warding wasnât the same as attacking a demon with a spear, but it was fighting in its own way.
Jeph arrived at dusk each day, and Silvy had water from the well waiting for him to wash. Arlen helped Norine and Marea lock up the animals, and then they had supper.
On the fifth day, a wind kicked up in the late afternoon that sent dust whorls dancing in the yard, and had the barn door banging. Arlen could smell rain coming, and the darkening sky confirmed it. He hoped Jeph saw the signs, too, and came back early, or stayed on in the Cluster. Dark clouds meant an early dusk, and early dusk sometimes meant corelings before full sunset.
Arlen abandoned the fields and began to help the women herd the spooked animals back into the barn. Silvy was out as well, battening down the cellar doors and making sure the wardposts around the day pens were lashed tight. There was little time to spare when Jephâs cart came into sight. The sky was darkening quickly, and already there was no direct sun. Corelings could rise at any moment.
âNo time to unhitch the cart,â Jeph called, cracking the whip to drive Missy faster towards the barn. âWeâll do it in the morning. Everyone in the house, now!â Silvy and the other women complied, heading inside.
âWe can do it if we hurry,â Arlen yelled over the roar of the wind as he ran after his father. Missy would be in foul spirits for days if she spent the night harnessed.
Jeph shook his head, âItâs too dark already! A night hitched wonât kill her.â
âLock me in the barn, then,â Arlen said. âIâll unhitch her and wait out the storm with the animals.â
âDo as youâre told, Arlen!â Jeph shouted. He leapt from the cart and grabbed the boy by the arm, half-dragging him out of the barn.
The two of them pulled the doors shut and threw the bar as lightning split the sky. The wards painted on the barn doors were illuminated for a moment, a reminder of what was to come. The air was pregnant with the promise of rain.
They ran for the house, scanning the way before them for the mist that would herald the rising. For the moment, the way was clear. Marea held the door open, and they darted inside, just as the first fat drops of rain stirred the dust of the yard.
Marea was pulling the door closed when a howl sounded from the yard. Everyone froze.
âThe dog!â Marea cried, covering her mouth. âI left him tied to the fence!â
âLeave him,â Jeph said. âClose the door.â
âWhat?â Arlen cried, incredulous. He whirled to face his father.
âThe way is still clear!â Marea cried, and darted out of the house.
âMarea, no!â Silvy cried, running out after her.
Arlen, too, ran for the door, but not before Jeph grabbed the shoulder straps of his overalls and yanked him backwards. âStay inside!â he ordered, moving to the door.
Arlen stumbled back a moment, then ran forward again. Jeph and Norine were out on the porch, but stayed within the line of the outer wards. By the time Arlen reached the porch, the dog was running past him into the house, the rope still trailing from its neck.
Out in the yard, wind howled, turning the drops of rain into stinging insects. He saw Marea and his mother running back towards the house just as the demons began to rise. As always, flame demons came first, their misty forms seeping from the ground. The smallest of corelings, they crouched on all fours as they coalesced, barely eighteen inches tall at the shoulder. Their eyes, nostrils, and mouths glowed with a smoky light.
âRun, Silvy!â Jeph screamed. âRun!â
It seemed that they would make it, but then Marea stumbled and went down. Silvy turned to help her, and in that moment the first coreling solidified. Arlen moved to run to his mother, but Norineâs hand clamped hard on his arm, holding him fast.
âDonât be stupid,â the woman hissed.
âGet up!â Silvy demanded, yanking Mareaâs arm.
âMy ankle!â Marea cried. âI canât! Go on without me!â
âLike night I will!â Silvy growled. âJeph!â she called. âHelp us!â
By then, corelings were forming all over the yard. Jeph stood frozen as they took note of the women and shrieked with pleasure, darting towards them.
âLet go!â Arlen growled, stomping hard on Norineâs foot. She howled, and Arlen yanked his arm free. He grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, a wooden milk bucket, and ran out into the yard.
âArlen, no!â Jeph cried, but Arlen was done listening to him.
A flame demon, no bigger than a large cat, leapt on to Silvyâs back, and she screamed as talons raked deep lines in her flesh, leaving the back of her dress a bloody tatter. From its perch, the coreling spat fire into Mareaâs face. The woman shrieked as her skin melted and her hair ignited.