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The highest point in the County

is marked by mystery.

It is said that a man died there in a

great storm, while binding an evil

that threatened the whole world.

Then the ice came again, and when it

retreated, even the shapes of the

hills and the names of the towns

in the valleys were changed.

now, at that highest point on

the fells, no trace remains of what

was done so long ago,

but its name has endured.

They call it -

The Wardstone.

CHAPTER 1

The Horshaw Ripper

W

hen I heard the first scream, I turned away and covered my ears with my hands, pressing hard until

my head hurt. At that moment I could do nothing to help. But I could still hear it, the sound of a priest in

torment, and it went on for a long time before finally fading away.

So I shivered in the dark barn, listening to rain drumming on the roof, trying to gather my courage. It

was a bad night and it was about to get worse.

Ten minutes later, when the rigger and his mate arrived, I rushed across to meet them in the doorway.

Both of them were big men and I barely came up to their shoulders.

Well, lad, wheres Mr Gregory? asked the rigger, an edge of impatience in his voice. He lifted the

lantern he was holding and peered about suspiciously. His eyes were shrewd and intelligent. Neither of

the men looked like they would stand any nonsense.

Hes been taken badly, I said, trying to control the nerves that were making my voice sound weak

and wobbly. Hes been in bed with a bad fever this past week so hes sent me in his place. Im Tom

Ward. His apprentice.

The rigger looked me up and down quickly, like an undertaker measuring me up for future business.

Then he raised one eyebrow so high that it disappeared under the peak of his flat cap, which was still

dripping with rain.

Well, Mr Ward, he said, an edge of sarcasm sharp in his voice, we await your instructions.

I put my left hand into my breeches pocket and pulled out the sketch that the stonemason had made.

The rigger set the lantern down on the earthen floor and then, with a world-weary shake of his head and

a glance at his mate, accepted the sketch and began to examine it.

The masons instructions gave the dimensions of the pit that needed to be dug, and the measurements

of the stone that would be lowered into place.

After a few moments the rigger shook his head again and knelt beside the lantern, holding the paper

very close to it. When he came to his feet, he was frowning. The pit should be nine feet deep, he said.

This only says six.

The rigger knew his job all right. The standard boggart pit is six feet deep but for a ripper, the most

dangerous boggart of all, nine feet is the norm. We were certainly facing a ripper - the priests screams

were proof of that - but there wasnt time to dig nine feet.

Itll have to do, I said. It has to be done by morning or itll be too late and the priest will be dead.

Until that moment theyd both been big men wearing big boots, oozing confidence from every pore.

Now, suddenly, they looked nervous. They knew the situation from the note Id sent summoning them to

the barn. Id used the Spooks name to make sure they came right away.

Know what youre doing, lad? asked the rigger. Are you up to the job?

I stared straight back into his eyes and tried hard not to blink. Well, Ive made a good start, I said.

Ive hired the best rigger and mate in the County.

It was the right thing to say and the riggers face cracked into a smile. When will the stone arrive? he

asked.

Well before dawn. The masons bringing it himself. We have to be ready.

The rigger nodded. Then lead the way, Mr Ward. Show us where you want it dug.

This time there was no sarcasm in his voice. His tone was business-like. He wanted the job over and

done with. We all wanted the same, and time was short so I pulled up my hood and, carrying the

Spooks staff in my left hand, led the way out into the cold, heavy drizzle.

Their two-wheel cart was outside, the equipment covered with a waterproof sheet, the patient horse

between the shafts steaming in the rain.

We crossed the muddy field, then followed the blackthorn hedge to the place where it thinned,

beneath the branches of an ancient oak on the boundary of the churchyard. The pit would be close to

holy ground, but not too close. The nearest gravestones were just twenty paces away.

Dig the pit as close as you can get to that, I said, pointing towards the trunk of the tree.

Under the Spooks watchful eye Id dug lots of practice pits. In an emergency I could have done the

job myself but these men were experts and theyd work fast.

As they went back for their tools, I pushed through the hedge and weaved between the gravestones

towards the old church. It was in a bad state of repair: there were slates missing from the roof and it

hadnt seen a lick of paint for years. I pushed open the side door, which yielded with a groan and a

creak.

The old priest was still in the same position, lying on his back near the altar. The woman was kneeling

on the floor close to his head, crying. The only difference now was that the church was flooded with light.

Shed raided the vestry for its hoard of candles and lit them all. There were a hundred at least, clustered

in groups of five or six. Shed positioned them on benches, on the floor and on window ledges but the

majority were on the altar.

As I closed the door, a gust of wind blew into the church and the flames all flickered together. She

looked up at me, her face running with tears.

Hes dying, she said, her echoing voice full of anguish. Why did it take you so long to get here?

Since the message reached us at Chipenden, it had taken me two days to arrive at the church. It was

over thirty miles to Horshaw and I hadnt set off right away. At first the Spook, still too ill to leave his

bed, had refused to let me go.

Usually the Spook never sends apprentices out to work alone until hes been training them for at least

a year. Id just turned thirteen and had been his apprentice for less than six months. It was a difficult,

scary trade, which often involved dealing with what we call the dark. Id been learning how to cope

with witches, ghosts, boggarts and things that go bump in the night. But was I ready for this?

There was a boggart to bind which, if done properly, should be pretty straightforward. Id seen the

Spook do it twice. Each time hed hired good men to help and the job had gone smoothly. But this job

was a little different. There were complications.

You see, this priest was the Spooks own brother. Id seen him just once before when wed visited

Horshaw in the spring. Hed glared at us and made a huge sign of the cross in the air, his face twisted

with anger. The Spook hadnt even glanced in his direction because thered been little love lost between

them and they hadnt spoken for over forty years. But family was family and thafs why hed eventually

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