was in everyone’s interest, if they wanted enough wood to last the winter.
‘I promised Selia I’d throw in here for the next few days,’ Jeph said as they packed the cart that afternoon. ‘You’ll be the man of the farm while I’m gone. You’ll have to check the wardposts 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.’
‘All right,’ Arlen said. Weeding the fields and checking the posts was hard work, but the trust made him proud.
‘I’m counting on you, Arlen,’ Jeph said.
‘I won’t let you down,’ 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.
Arlen’s hands blistered from pulling weeds, and his back and shoulders ached at the end of each day, but he didn’t 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 didn’t even check his work anymore. Arlen’s hand was steadier than his father’s. Warding wasn’t 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 Jeph’s cart came into sight. The sky was darkening quickly, and already there was no direct sun. Corelings could rise at any moment.
‘No time to unhitch the cart,’ Jeph called, cracking the whip to drive Missy faster towards the barn. ‘We’ll do it in the morning. Everyone in the house, now!’ Silvy and the other women complied, heading inside.
‘We can do it if we hurry,’ 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, ‘It’s too dark already! A night hitched won’t kill her.’
‘Lock me in the barn, then,’ Arlen said. ‘I’ll unhitch her and wait out the storm with the animals.’
‘Do as you’re told, Arlen!’ 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.
‘The dog!’ Marea cried, covering her mouth. ‘I left him tied to the fence!’
‘Leave him,’ Jeph said. ‘Close the door.’
‘What?’ Arlen cried, incredulous. He whirled to face his father.
‘The way is still clear!’ Marea cried, and darted out of the house.
‘Marea, no!’ 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. ‘Stay inside!’ 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.
‘Run, Silvy!’ Jeph screamed. ‘Run!’
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 Norine’s hand clamped hard on his arm, holding him fast.
‘Don’t be stupid,’ the woman hissed.
‘Get up!’ Silvy demanded, yanking Marea’s arm.
‘My ankle!’ Marea cried. ‘I can’t! Go on without me!’
‘Like night I will!’ Silvy growled. ‘Jeph!’ she called. ‘Help us!’
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.
‘Let go!’ Arlen growled, stomping hard on Norine’s 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.
‘Arlen, no!’ Jeph cried, but Arlen was done listening to him.
A flame demon, no bigger than a large cat, leapt on to Silvy’s 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 Marea’s face. The woman shrieked as her skin melted and her hair ignited.
Arlen was there an instant later, swinging the bucket with all his strength. It broke apart as it struck, but the demon was knocked from his mother’s back. She stumbled, but Arlen was there to support her. More flame demons closed in on them, even as wind demons began to stretch their wings, and, a dozen yards off, a rock demon began to take form.
Silvy groaned, but she got to her feet. Arlen pulled her away from Marea and her agonized wails, but the way back to the house was blocked by flame demons. The rock demon caught sight of them, too, and charged. A few wind demons, preparing
