Dorrit Vane says the golem is a field hand, and a better one than her brother ever was. Her brother Dacey says it is a wall that learned to walk, and that the difference matters when it is standing in your doorway at dusk. Both of them are right, which is the trouble. I spend four days at Erl Dyke trying to settle it.
The first hint is in the lane: flat prints eighteen inches long, no heel, no toe, pressed an inch into the mud and drying to a gray crust by noon. They lead to a thatched lean-to behind the Vane barn, where the thing sits folded with its knees beside its ears. Standing, it is eight feet tall, made of river clay the color of cold porridge, with a trunk like a feed bin and arms that hang to the knee. Two thumb-dents serve for eyes. In the chest, behind a split in the clay, a flat black flint is wedged. Dorrit says the flint keeps it moving and has never taken it out. Rain softens the clay, so it works only on dry days.
On the second morning Dorrit sends it to cut a drain across the low field, and she does not say how far. Nobody at Erl Dyke names a distance near it. It takes a number as an order and will dig to exactly that figure, through a hedge or a henhouse if need be. Dorrit points it at the gate of Ash Hatch instead, something it can touch. I am tired and careless. I remark that the gate is two hundred paces off. The thumb-dents turn toward me. Then it kneels and begins, flattening the spoil into a tidy bank with the backs of its hands, and it does not pause at the gate, which is, it turns out, only a hundred and ninety paces from the start.
Dorrit says nothing to me until supper. The golem lines the Vane boots along the sill by size, as it does each dusk, and Dacey has not seen his left one since spring, because it was paired with a stranger's right on grounds of height. Dacey swears the golem counts in its sleep. I cannot check that; I never see it sleep. Next morning Dorrit lays her ten-foot ash pole along the drain, end over end, sixty times. Six hundred feet to the inch, thirty of them across the Ash Hatch road.
- Classification
- Clay construct
- Habitat
- Dry farmland, dykes and thatched shelters
- Danger
- Low
- Size
- 8 ft tall, about 900 lb
- Activity
- Diurnal
- Realm
- Lowland farm country
- Binomial
- Terrafactor obtusus
- Diet
- None; needs dry ground
- Temperament
- Literal, patient, tireless










