Jem and Tessa to Alec
Memo to Consul Alec Lightwood
Re: Wild Fae Relations
After several days of tension, weβre relieved to report that the threats to Christopher Herondale and Wilhelmina Carstairs appear to have been resolved. We have liaised with Gwyn ap Nudd, of the Hunt, and he assures us that the unsworn faerie known as Mother Hawthorn has been relocated to a remote location and her place there will be maintained by the Hunt going forward.
Unfortunately, the safety of Christopher Herondale is still in question in the long term. Please see attached pages of personal correspondence for more informal thoughts and questions at your leisure.
Undersigned,
James Carstairs
Tessa Herondale-Carstairs
Dear Alec,
I made Jem do the formal part of the report because it makes my eyes cross. I felt bad for asking him, but he waved me offβapparently none of us would believe how much paperwork the Silent Brothers file. I was surprised because βpaperworkβ and βCity of Bonesβ donβt really go together in my mind, but hey.
Anyway, the report is accurate. Julian Blackthorn, clever boy that he is, reached out to Gwyn, who agreed to deal with Mother Hawthorn. (Julian also didnβt tell anyone he did this, of course, because he also loves a dramatic reveal, which Iβm sure we all remember well.) After being so terrified, it was certainly wonderful when the whole Wild Hunt swept in and seized Mother Hawthorn and brought Mina back to us.Β
Mina, by the way, is happy and healthy and not the least bit shaken, unlike her parents. She was nothing but delighted by the Wild Hunt and has been excitedly and repeatedly telling us that she met a lot of horses and the horses are her friends. Kit, of course, is at least as shaken as we are, possibly more. Heβs barely let her out of his sight since she got back. Heβs even been sleeping on the floor of her room. (We did move a daybed in there after the first couple of nights.) He has taken this quite hard. He hasnβt wished to talk about it much, but itβs obviously weighting heavily upon him, and there is a familiar troubled look behind his eyes that has remained since the incident. HeΒ is, we fear, beginning to understand what his heritage might really mean, as hard as we have tried to insulate him from it.
Despite Gwynβs helpfulness, neither we nor Julian really know what exactly has happened between the Hunt and Mother Hawthorn, and weβre disinclined to ask. We know Faerie can be brutal, and most brutal to its own, and it has its own sense of justice and discipline, which often seems veryβ¦inhuman. That said, we do trust Gwyn, not least because we trust Diana Wrayburn. If he says that Mother Hawthorn wonβt be bothering Kit again, we believe him.
We still donβt quite know what it was Mother Hawthorn said to Kit in that time in which they were alone β when we could see them, and Mina, but not hear them. Kit says it was only what we would have expected, but when he came back to us, his eyes were haunted. I wish I could demand to know what it was she said, or threatened, or revealed, but I know I cannot. He will tell us when he is ready.
That said, we donβt know if Mother Hawthorn has allies who might also know Kitβs secret. However she might have tried to wheedle Kit, we know her aim is hostile; we met her in Buenos Aires, before we even knew of Kitβs existence, and she was very clear. The words have stuck in my head:Β There is still a First Heir in the world. When the First Heir rises, in all the awful glory bought by the blood of Seelie and Unseelie and Nephilim, I hope destruction comes to the Shadowhunters as well as Faerie. I hope the whole world is lost.
I cannot look at Kit β stretched out on the daybed in Minaβs room, his hand fastened around one of the slats of her crib, even while heβs sleeping β and think awful glory. Heβs like any Shadowhunter boy, an unordinary sort of ordinary. He likes movies and spaghetti nights and he bites his nails. Heβs just a person, not a destiny.
As for now β very few people know of Kitβs heritage. Emma and Julian, of course, and you and Magnus, Jace and Clary, . . . even Julianβs brothers and sisters donβt know, or know only a vague shadow of the truth. But who else might Mother Hawthorn have told? Not the Seelie Court, surely; we are both sure that the Queen would have already taken steps to get hold of Kit if she knew. Kieran knows, of course, but we have no idea who in his Court he might have told (Emma says Mark and Cristina know some, but not all, of the situation). Obviously Kieran is an ally, and his Court loyal to him. But itβs too easy to imagine an enterprising courtierβor some wild feyβmight learn the story and seek to take advantage of that knowledge.
The reality, we have realized, is that secrets like Kitβs come out eventually, and cannot be indefinitely contained. Just among Shadowhunters, keeping it within a small circle of trusted friends still means easily a dozen people.
Which leads us to our first actual request: would Magnus be able to come to Cirenworth sometime soon, to shore up its wards against the incursions of those who might wish to harm Kit? Weβre forced to recognize that they are only a temporary solution, but for now theyβre the best we can do.
Meanwhile, we feel strongly (and weβre sure youβll agree) that we need to try to stay ahead of this threat. Weβve asked Kieran to have his spies keep an ear out for any rumors circulating about the First Heir in Faerie. Would you be willing to do the same, through the Alliance? We know that the timing of this is terrible for youβwe surely would have chosen less of a precarious political moment for the Clave to have this trouble, if we could have. Know that we support you and will always stand by you. We may have withdrawn from active Shadowhunter life, but we will always be there if you need us.
Youβre so young to have taken all of this on your shoulders. Does it not always seem that responsibility comes to us Shadowhunters too early in the morning of our lives? I look at my dear Kit, and I know. We all know whatβs coming, like knowing sunset is coming on a day you donβt want to end. The long sunny day of Kitβs childhood is nearly over. I shudder to think what he will have to face when night comes.
With all our love,
Jem and Tessa















