Watch Wolf

wistfulness to a time marked by scorn and abuse.
    “One last thing, Faolan,” Edme said in a small voice.
    “What?”
    Edme hesitated. She had vowed that she wouldn’t tell Faolan this, but it felt like a stone too heavy to carry alone.
    “What?” Faolan asked again.
    Edme sighed. “You know what she said when I didn’t hit the keystone at the proper angle?”
    “What?”
    “She said, ‘You and your friend Faolan are
moldwarpy
curs.’”
    “What? She called us
moldwarps?” Moldwarp
was one of the most disparaging terms a wolf could use.
    “Yes. I don’t know what she has against you except that you’re my friend.”
    “Cag maglosc,”
Faolan muttered, and then launched into what sounded to Edme like a string of Old Wolf curse words.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A T WINGE IN THE M ARROW
    TINY WHITE FLOWERS NO BIGGER than a pup’s dewclaw bloomed out of the moss that clad the rocks of the Beyond. At night it seemed as if both the earth and the sky blossomed with stars. But the moss-flowers didn’t last. The wind blew in an unseasonable snowstorm, which snuffed the flowers out.
    At the Ring, there was incessant talk about the peculiar weather. The elders seemed worried, but Faolan was rather pleased, for the owls followed the She-Winds, and his learning took on a new dimension. He met owls, from Masked Owls to Great Grays, diving into the ember beds.
    Although the weather was colder than usual for summer, Faolan rarely went to his and Edme’s den when they were off duty. It was simply too interesting to hang aboutwith the owls. Especially when a bird rarely seen in the Beyond arrived. She was a magpie who went by the name of Trader Luce and traveled with her assistant and a bundle of wares the likes of which neither Faolan nor Edme had ever seen.
    “Where do they get all those … those …” Faolan grasped for a word to describe the strange objects. “Those things?” he finally blurted out.
    “They belonged to the Others,” Gwynneth replied. She noted the blank expression in the two wolves’ eyes and sighed. “It’s very hard to explain what the Others were.”
    “They
were,
not
are?”
Edme asked.
    “Yes. They’ve been gone for thousands upon thousands of years.”
    “But what were they when they were?” Faolan asked.
    “Well, to begin with, they didn’t have wings,” Gwynneth replied.
    “Did they have legs?” Edme asked.
    “Only two.”
    “What!” Edme and Faolan both shrieked.
    “How could they get around on just two legs?” Faolan asked.
    “Obviously not well if they’ve been gone for thousands of years,” Edme replied.
    “We only know about them because they left things behind.” Gwynneth paused. “Let me take you down to meet Luce and you can see her ‘merchandise,’ as she calls it.”
    “Merchandise?” Faolan and Edme said.
    Gwynneth shook her head wearily. “I think it’s a term from the Others. Means ‘stuff.’ Come along, I’ll introduce you. But for Glaux’s sake, don’t barter for anything. Luce would love to get her beak on some of your gnawed bones, I’m sure. You have to understand, for Luce, everything — and I mean
everything
— is merchandise.” Faolan and Edme climbed down from the outcropping. Gwynneth was perched beside the magpie when they arrived.
    “Luce, this is Faolan and Edme, newwolves of the Watch.”
    “Oh, my! So pleased to meet you, my dears. Can I interest you in anything?” She looked at them both and then focused on Edme’s missing eye. “Mercy, I have just the thing for you! It’s a false eye. Looks rather like a marble, doesn’t it?”
    Marbles, false eyes. Faolan’s and Edme’s heads were spinning.
    Trader Luce held up a round white object with a bright blue center. “I only wish my dear granny hadseen this. She was missing an eye like you, Edme. I’d give it toyou for a gnawed bone. Not a femur or anything grand. A little tibia — a mouse’s tibia would do.”
    “Stop it, Luce!” Gwynneth interrupted sharply. “You know it’s forbidden for Watch wolves to trade bones.So get that idea out of your head right now.”
    “Sorry. I was just asking. Is that a new policy?”
    “It’s not a new policy. It’s been around from time immemorial,” Gwynneth snapped.
    “Well, don’t get all huffy about it.” Luce turned away and squawked at her assistant, another magpie. “Dotty, bring those lace doilies over here on the double. Some gad-feathers might be flying in. They always go for that