Places

“There. Thirty-one frames and the list on every one, and the cloth out to its width. Somewhere north of here a field's a yard longer this morning and the farmer's wondering where it came from. Now, friend. The Cutting House. She's in there, and she's got the guild's great shears with her.”Holding the Cloth, when you hand it in

“The guild finished its cloth in the Cutting House: cropped the nap off it with the great shears, as long as a man and heavier, and folded it, and sent it out. Maud Kerf's down there now, folding. I don't know what she thinks she has to fold. Bring me her shears, friend. Not the great ones: hers, the little ones on the string at her belt. Those are the ones that cut the warp. Then we'll see what's to be done with them.”The Cutter-off, when you take it

“That's the last of them? Good. I've had the ewes in the Cutting House's old drying loft with a brazier. They're eating me out of house and home and they look like plucked chickens, but they're warm.”The Shorn Flock, when you hand it in

“An elder wyrm circles the Shattered Ring when the Lattice flares. It will take many blades to bring it down.”Wyrmfall, when you take it

“Lights were seen at the Old Watchtower. Cutthroats, maybe. Or worse.”Signals from the Watchtower, when you take it

“I told everyone I found you on the road. I didn't. I found you lying among the Nine Sisters, and there was a lantern burning beside you with no oil in it, and a man in a lamplighter's long coat walking away north with his pole on his shoulder. I hid that lantern under the altar stone the same night. I was afraid of it. I still am.”The Road You Woke On, when you take it

“Those touched by the Lattice can seek its Trial and walk a specialised path. Its stair goes down beneath the Nine Sisters, the old stones south-west of Harrowford.”Trial of the Lattice, when you take it

“Weavers weave. We never once finish a thing: we cut it off the loom and hand it on, and it goes to the Cloth Guild to be finished, fulled and stretched and cropped and folded, and the guild has a Cutter-off to take it off the loom in the first place. Maud Kerf was the last of them. My grandmother's grandmother wouldn't sit down in a room with her. When the Lattice was first woven it went to the guild's Tenter Ground in the far south below Harrowford, to be hooked out on the frames to its width, and its edge has been on those hooks ever since. If she's cutting it off at this end, she'll be unhooking it at that one. Go and see. I'll follow when I've tied off what I can.”The Tenter Ground, when you take it

“Thirty years I've bought my cloth off Hob's frames, and last week he sends word there's none to be had: the Finishers are back on the Tenter Ground, cutting the bolts off the frames and leaving them lying in the wet. Wet's the death of good broadcloth. Bring me five, before they mildew, and you'll have the pick of what I make of them.”Cut Bolts, when you take it

“Mirrorpool's full of trout, and the Silverrun has char if you've patience.”Pell Rushwick, Fisher

“The Rootdeep Warrens were sealed for a reason. Someone unsealed them.”Kael Swiftbough, Ranger

“The Heartroot bleeds Lattice-light. The Choir is drinking from it.”Into the Thornwood, when you hand it in

“The warrens beneath the Heartroot have been unsealed. Whatever nests there is feeding the Choir.”The Rootdeep Warrens, when you take it

“A Crown sunders and the threads it held go free. A Lamplighter who gathers them can make the Last Lantern burn as it was always meant to: a dawn that never sets, that burns the Hollowing out of the world. And everything else the Lattice has touched. The Vaelin's Heartroot. The Gate. You. His Wickbound are spinning the threads down into the Glass Scar. Take them back.”Threads Through the Glass, when you take it

“The Heartroot bleeds, outsider. Something beneath it drinks.”Ithrael of the Quiet Leaves, Warden of the Hollow

“Since the Undertow the warp goes out with every tide, and where it goes out past the Gate, the sea goes after it. Find the bell it rings down there. Then mind your feet.”Orla Penwarden, Keeper of the Greywatch Light

“There. It's out by an ell, right through the middle, and she'll never find it, because she never once in her life checked a measure: she never needed to. Anything she cuts to that will come up short. Now, friend. The Winding House. She's sewing in there, and the guild's lay figure's on its feet with her.”The Wrong Measure, when you hand it in

“The guild laid its dead out in the Winding House, and fitted them, and sewed them in. There's a fitting room with a figure in it as big as a barn door, all joints, that the guild's tailors turned to whatever shape they needed to cut a coat to: it's walking, Pell says. And there's the loft, where she sews. Bring me the sheet, friend. Whatever she's made of it, don't let her finish it.”The Winding House, when you take it

“The threads that run out through the Gate now, the ones the Loomwright pulled: I've followed them a little further every night. Last night one of them came back. Not through the Gate. In off the sea, at Saltreach, on the tide. The harbourmaster at Gullhaven has been sending word of lights in the water since the new moon. Ask her what her boats have seen, then go out to the Greywatch Light. Whoever keeps it will have seen the most.”Lights in the Water, when you take it

“It's lit. Look at it: a wick of warp in the Greywatch lamp, and the sea lit to the horizon. They'll come to it now and drift there under the headland, and Gullhaven can fish. But I felt where the threads go, friend. Down. There's a cave under the Light, older than the Light, and the tide fills it twice a day. Something is down there, weaving them. And someone is with it. Someone holding a lamp.”A Wick for the Greywatch, when you hand it in

“The Greywatch light went dark the night the bell started ringing. Rekindle it.”Light the Greywatch, when you take it

“The guild buried its own, friend, in its own ground, and it had its own woman to lay them out: to wash them and close their eyes and measure them for their winding-sheets, and sew the sheets to fit. Agnes Ellery. She measured my grandmother's grandmother for hers. Measured, never wrote it down: she never forgot a measure in her life, they said. The yardwands go south and west across the whole country to the Lych Field, on the downs above the Gullhaven road. If she's measuring the Lattice, I know what for. Go and see.”The Lych Field, when you take it

“The Merrow's Due went down with a full hold. Find the wreck and the ledger.”The Merrow's Due, when you take it

“Wenna came at a run when she read my letter. She's at the twin gate now, the Looking Arch she calls it, with her frame up. She says she can't unweave what they've made from out here: it has to be cut from the inside, from the Looking Side, and for that the arch has to open to us and not only to them. She's going to weave herself a way in. Everything silver for a mile will come for her the moment she starts.”The Looking Arch, when you take it

“Twenty years of rubbings off that Gate, friend, and I never once read them in a glass. Why would I? There's a band of letters cut round its three footing stones that I always took for masons' marks, and last night, for no reason I can give you, I held one up to my shaving mirror. It read. It's writing, the wrong way round. Take me fresh rubbings off all three stones, and then do what I can't make myself do: hold them up to the Looking Arch. It's only a mirror again. It ought to be the right sort of mirror for this.”Mirror-Writing, when you take it

“The Crown is broken for good. But the Lattice Gate has opened, and the threads lead somewhere new...”Spire of the Sundered Crown, when you hand it in

“With the King fallen, the Lattice Gate shimmers with impossible places. Ysolde can open the way, and she keeps a waystone for anyone going through for the first time.”Beyond the Lattice Gate, when you take it

“It's open. I've kept the Lattice Gate twenty years and never seen the like. You can see through it, and what you see is my own camp, back to front, and the ash falling up into the sky like sparks off a forge. Something is standing in the middle of the road in there, waiting. It looks like a woman. It looks like it's made of all of them.”The Looking Arch, when you hand it in

“The Lattice Gate opens to places that should not exist. Bring Waystones and I'll open the way.”Gatewarden Ysolde, Keeper of the Gate

“The Order kept lamps burning at its waymarks, and in Old Kaldris someone has lit them again. The Wickbound use them to draw thread down out of the sky. Put them out.”The Lamplighter's Rounds, when you take it

“The Choir is gathering in Old Kaldris. We need eyes inside.”Commander Ilsa Vey, Commander of the Emberwatch

“Drawing in, yes. Since the new moon the Gate's stopped bleeding and started breathing in, and everything loose in Cinderreach goes crawling to it: those knots you cut up, threads out of the ash, the glow off the Lattice itself. Petra says it's like a cloth being pulled from one corner. I say I don't care what it's like, so long as someone stops it.”The Gate Drawing In, when you hand it in

“Ilgrim. His name is Ilgrim, and he was the last Lamplighter of the Lantern Order. He kept the Last Lantern, the flame the Order lit beneath the Glass Scar to hold the Hollow under the earth. When the Choir rose he took a spark of it and put it into you, so that you would break the Crown for him. You did.”The Voice in the Frost, when you hand it in

“A Crown sunders and the threads it held go free. A Lamplighter who gathers them can make the Last Lantern burn as it was always meant to: a dawn that never sets, that burns the Hollowing out of the world. And everything else the Lattice has touched. The Vaelin's Heartroot. The Gate. You. His Wickbound are spinning the threads down into the Glass Scar. Take them back.”Threads Through the Glass, when you take it

“Ilgrim waits beneath the Glass Scar with the Last Lantern and every thread he has gathered. End it, before he lights it.”The Vault of the Last Lantern, when you take it

“Petra hasn't slept since the Gate went dark. She's been through every rubbing she ever took, looking for the other boat, and tonight she came down the steps white as ash and said she'd found it. Not where it went. What it went to do. Go and hear her. Then I think you'd better take it to Wenna. She went home to her shrine after the Selvage. I don't think she's slept either.”The Other Boat, when you take it

“A key to the Spire. They meant to open it. Ride for Highwatch.”The Cinder Forge, when you hand it in

“The road climbs into Frostspire, to Highwatch Keep and the Spire above it.”The Keep at the Top of the World, when you take it

“The Sundered King waits at the top of the Spire, with the Choir at his feet. End this.”Spire of the Sundered Crown, when you take it

“You saw him in the flame? A shrine in the ice, and a woman's voice counting threads... The Shrine of the Quiet Frost, above Highwatch. The Weavers kept it, before the Order came. Nobody has gone up there in fifty years.”Vigil at the Nine Sisters, when you hand it in

“Follow the flame north, to the Shrine of the Quiet Frost above Highwatch Keep. If anyone still knows who lit you, it is whoever keeps the threads up there.”The Voice in the Frost, when you take it

“Before I sing anything up off the bottom of a mere, I want to know how deep it lies and what lies down there with it. I've weighted four lines with spindle-whorls. Drop them in from the rocks round the shore and let them run. And mind the pike. There were never pike in Frostmere. There are now, and you can see clean through them.”Sounding the Mere, when you take it

“Wenna says the cloth they've woven is thin as yet, thin enough to cut: get to the heart of it, to whatever is weaving it, and the whole thing comes apart. I don't pretend to understand. I understand it's my camp in there, and I'll not have my camp the wrong way round. Take a group. The silver in there has learned every face it ever saw, and it saw a great many on the road from Frostmere.”The Looking Side, when you take it

“Wenna's come. She walked from Frostmere in two days, which can't be done, and she's standing at the Gate with a spindle in her hand and a look on her I don't like. She says nobody goes through a door like that without a thread tied to this side of it, or they don't come back, and she means to send one through ahead of you. The moment she starts, everything that's been drawn to the Gate will want what's on her spindle.”A Thread Through, when you take it