Joseph Delaney - The Spook

The first book in the Wardstone Chronicles series, 2004

When the Spook arrived, the light was already beginning to fail. It had been a long, hard day and I was ready for my supper.

Youre sure hes a seventh son? he asked. He was looking down at me and shaking his head doubtfully.

Dad nodded.

And you were a seventh son too?

Dad nodded again and started stamping his feet impatiently, splattering my breeches with droplets of brown mud and manure. The rain was dripping from the peak of his cap. It had been raining for most of the month. There were new leaves on the trees but the spring weather was a long time coming.

My dad was a farmer and his father had been a fanner too, and the first rule of farming is to keep the farm together. You cant just divide it up amongst your children; it would get smaller and smaller with each generation until there was nothing left. So a father leaves his farm to his eldest son. Then he finds jobs for the rest. If possible, he tries to find each a trade.

He needs lots of favours for that. The local blacksmith is one option, especially if the farm is big and hes given the blacksmith plenty of work. Then its odds on that the blacksmith will offer an apprenticeship, but thats still only one son sorted out.

I was his seventh, and by the time it came to me all the favours had been used up. Dad was so desperate that he was trying to get the Spook to take me on as his apprentice. Or at least thats what I thought at the time. I should have guessed that Mam was behind it.

She was behind a lot of things. Long before I was born, it was her money that had bought our farm. How else could a seventh son have afforded it? And Mam wasnt County. She came from a land far across the sea. Most people couldnt tell, but sometimes, if you listened very carefully; there was a slight difference in the way she pronounced certain words.

Still, dont imagine that I was being sold into slavery or something. I was bored with farming anyway, and what they called the town was hardly more than a village in the back of beyond. It was certainly no place that I wanted to spend the rest of my life. So in one way I quite liked the idea of being a spook; it was much more interesting than milking cows and spreading manure.

It made me nervous though, because it was a scary job. I was going to learn how to protect farms and villages from things that go bump in the night. Dealing with ghouls, boggarts and all manner of wicked beasties would be all in a days work. Thats what the Spook did and I was going to be his apprentice.

How old is he? asked the Spook.

Hell be thirteen come August.

Bit small for his age. Can he read and write?

Aye, Dad answered. He can do both and he also knows Greek. His mam taught him and he could speak it almost before he could walk.

The Spook nodded and looked back across the muddy path beyond the gate towards the farmhouse, as if he were listening for something. Then he shrugged. Its a hard enough life for a man, never mind a boy, he said. Think hes up to it?

Hes strong and hell be as big as me when hes full grown, my dad said, straightening his back and drawing himself up to his full height. That done, the top of his head was just about level with the Spooks chin.

Suddenly the Spook smiled. It was the very last thing Id expected. His face was big and looked as if it had been chiselled from stone. Until then Id thought him a bit fierce. His long black cloak and hood made him look like a priest, but when he looked at you directly, his grim expression made him appear more like a hangman weighing you up for the rope.

The hair sticking out from under the front of his hood matched his beard, which was grey, but his eyebrows were black and very bushy. There was quite a bit of black hair sprouting out of his nostrils too, and his eyes were green, the same colour as my own.

Then I noticed something else about him. He was carrying a long staff. Of course, Id seen that as soon as he came within sight, but what I hadnt realized until that moment was that he was carrying it in his left hand.

Did that mean that he was left-handed like me?

It was something that had caused me no end of trouble at the village school. Theyd even called in the local priest to look at me and hed kept shaking his head and telling me Id have to fight it before it was too late. I didnt know what he meant. None of my brothers were left-handed and neither was my dad. My mam was cack-handed though, and it never seemed to bother her much, so when the teacher threatened to beat it out of me and tied the pen to my right hand, she took me away from the school and from that day on taught me at home.

How much to take him on? my dad asked, interrupting my thoughts. Now we were getting down to the real business.

Two guineas for a months trial. If hes up to it, Ill be back again in the autumn and youll owe me another ten. If not, you can have him back and itll be just another guinea for my trouble.

Dad nodded again and the deal was done. We went into the barn and the guineas were paid but they didnt shake hands. Nobody wanted to touch a spook. My dad was a brave man just to stand within six feet of one.

Ive some business close by, said the Spook, but Ill be back for the lad at first light. Make sure hes ready. I dont like to be kept waiting.

When hed gone, Dad tapped me on the shoulder. Its a new life for you now, son, he told me. Go and get yourself cleaned up. Youre finished with farming.

When I walked into the kitchen, my brother Jack had his arm around his wife Ellie and she was smiling up at him.

I like Ellie a lot. Shes warm and friendly in a way that makes you feel that she really cares about you. Mam says that marrying Ellie was good for Jack because she helped to make him less agitated.

Jack is the eldest and biggest of us all and, as Dad sometimes jokes, the best looking of an ugly bunch. He is big and strong all right, but despite his blue eyes and healthy red cheeks, his black bushy eyebrows almost meet in the middle, so Ive never agreed with that. One thing Ive never argued with is that he managed to attract a kind and pretty wife. Ellie has hair the colour of best-quality straw three days after a good harvest, and skin that really glows in candlelight.

Im leaving tomorrow morning, I blurted out. The Spooks coming for me at first light.

Ellies face lit up. You mean hes agreed to take you on?

I nodded. Hes given me a months trial.

Oh, well done, Tom. Im really pleased for you, she said.

I dont believe it! scoffed Jack. You, apprentice to a spook! How can you do a job like that when you still cant sleep without a candle?

I laughed at his joke but he had a point. I sometimes saw things in the dark and a candle was the best way to keep them away so that I could get some sleep.

Jack came towards me, and with a roar got me in a head-lock and began dragging me round the kitchen table. It was his idea of a joke. I put up just enough resistance to humour him, and after a few seconds he let go of me and patted me on the back.