“I have to go home.”
His eyes peered into mine. “Is your father not safe?”
I dug my nails into my palms, fighting bitter tears. “He doesn’t know where I am. He thinks I’m lost in the wood.”
“But you are not.”
“He doesn’tknowthat. Let me go back. Let me tell him I am safe.”
The wolf’s fur stood on end. “You must stay here, my lady. You cannot go home—I am sorry.”
“At least let me write him a letter.”
“There is no way to send it.”
“Youcould bring it to him.” I was getting desperate. “I swear to you I’ll stay however long you wish, if you just bring him a letter.”
The wolf seemed all at once to loom large, his voice grating and firm. “I cannot get back through the wood, and neither can you. It is impossible. Your father is safe, my lady. You must let it go.”
“But—”
“Enough. There can be no letter. Now come. We have business with the house—your first lesson on how to care for it.”
He turned and trotted out of the library, as if I should forget all about my father. I ground my jaw. I didn’t care what the wolf said—I would find a way out of the house, somehow. Wait until he was occupied. Slip away. I refused to let my father fear the worst.
The wolf peered back through the library doorway. “Come. The house needs us.”
I took a deep, steadying breath and followed.
The glass staircase and corridor had vanished, replaced by a dark passageway that smelled of earth and worms. Bare dirt ran hard beneath our feet; crude torches flickered eerily from the walls.
The wolf barked a harsh word into the air, and the passage turned a corner, ending at an open door that yawned into a chasm of darkness. There were scorch marks around the frame, streaks of soot on the floor. The air reeked of smoke, and amidst the darkness, specks of ash danced like snowflakes.
I had no desire to get anywhere near the doorway. “What is this place?”
“The fire behind our door last night was my fault,” said the wolf. “I was too long away from the house, and it broke loose from its binding. We have to bind it anew.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come down here with me. I will show you.”
Reluctant, I knelt beside the wolf in front of the doorway. Laughter echoed from deep inside, tangled with a high keening wail. Ash dusted the hem of my skirt.
“Reach down, through the doorway,” the wolf instructed. “You will find the binding. But don’t lean too far.” He plunged his head into the blackness beyond the door.
After a moment, I stretched my right hand in, not knowing what I was feeling for. Something small and spiny scuttled over my arm, and I clamped my teeth together to keep from screaming. I reached further into the empty dark, in and in, and my fingers closed around something thin and smooth and silken.
I pulled it out.
A shimmering scarlet cord lay in my hand, so light it seemed to be made of air. It twisted and sighed as if it were alive, and not content to be still.
The wolf emerged with a similar cord in his teeth, and dropped it into my other hand. “Don’t let go,” he said. “I must call the fire back, and then we will bind it.” He stood on his back legs, propping himself upright against the wall with his front right paw.“Return!”he bellowed down the passageway. “By the laws of the old magic, I command you to return!”
Two heartbeats passed, then another two. The cords shivered in my hands; it was like grasping wind.
And then a wall of flame came rushing down the corridor, twisting and writhing. Screaming.
“Hold on!” the wolf cried.
