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“Thayet says you gave your blessin’.”
“I did.” She curled her hands around her elbows to hide their trembling.
“You’re not sorry for it? Had you wanted, you’d be Queen.”
“I didn’t want it.”
He reached out to toy with the emberstone. “What do you want, Alanna?”
She caught his hand and met his eyes, smiling. “I want to be yours. If you’re still interested.”
His fingers tightened on hers. “Why?”
Alanna looked down. “I love you.”
He made her look at him. “Enough to wed with me? Enough to give up roamin’ and settle down and be lady of Pirate’s Swoop?” She looked at him quizzically, and he blushed. “Well, to roam with me along”. Alanna nodded. George took a breath. “Enough to bear my—our—little ones?”
She blushed. “I’d like to have you to myself for a year or two. After that, we’ll have all the children we want.” Her voice cracked as she added, “I’ll be proud to.”
Rising, George pulled Alanna into his arms. “So I finally tamed myself a Lioness,” he whispered when they broke their kiss.
Alanna laughed. “I wouldn’t call it tamed, laddy-me-love. The lady of Pirate’s Swoop shouldn’t be tame”.
George grinned. “Particularly not when she’s King’s Champion, to boot. That’s all right, then.” He picked her up for another kiss. When he finally put her down, he took her hand and drew her out of the tent. “Come on, Lioness. We can tell your tribe we’re betrothed.”
TAMORA PIERCE has nineteen fantasy novels for teenagers in print worldwide in English, German, Swedish, and Danish; and audio books in Danish and English, with two more—Shatterglass and the untitled first book in a new Tortallan series—to appear in 2003. Alanna: The First Adventure is her first published book and the foundation of the Tortallan quartets: the Song of the Lioness, The Immortals, and The Protector of the Small. Alanna received an Author’s Citation by the New Jersey Institute of Technology’s Seventeenth Annual New Jersey Writers Conference and was on the Recommended Fantasy list of the Preconference on Genres of the Young Adult Services Division of the American Library Association, June 1991. Her other publications include short stories, articles, and her two Circle of Magic quartets. She was also an actor and writer for a radio drama and comedy production company in the 1980s and recently resumed her voice actors motley for Bruce Coville’s Full Cast Audio book company. Tammy has been a housemother, a social worker, a secretary, and an agent’s assistant. She lives in New York with her Spouse-Creature, technoweenie Tim Liebe, three cats, two parakeets, and wildlife rescued.
During the reign of King Jonathan III and Queen Thayet, the world is invaded by immortal creatures and a girl is born with a magical gift that could restore the very balance of nature...
Here’s a sneak preview of
Wild Magic
the first book in Tamora Pierce’s new series
THE IMMORTALS.
Each year, at the end of March, a great fair was held in Cría, the capital of Galla. Like thousands of others in the Eastern Lands, Onua Chamtong went there to do business: buying ponies, in her case. This year she had another transaction to make and was having no luck with it. By the end of her fifth day at the fair, it seemed she would never find the assistant she required. The prospect of taking her animals south, with no one to help, was an unpleasant one.
“Excuse me—Trader Onua?” The speaker was a girl, shy and country bred. “I heard you was hiring. I’m”—she paused, then went on—“a fair hand with animals, all kinds.” She waited as Onua looked her over: a girl in a green wool dress, skirts short enough to show leggings and boots. Brown curls tamed by a head-scarf fell to thin shoulders. A soft, full mouth said she was vulnerable; her chin was entirely stubborn. A quiver filled with long arrows hung on her back, a bow rested in her hand unstrung.
“Is that yours?” the trader asked, pointing.
Blue gray eyes flashed. “I’d not have the nerve to carry it otherwise.”
“Hmph. String it.” The girl hesitated. “Just what I thought,” Onua jibed. “Whose is it, really?”
The girl brought a coiled string out of her sash. With ease she fitted it to one end of the bow and set it against her foot. Raising the free end of the string, she brought the other end of the bow down, hooking them together neatly. The bow strung and in her grip, she turned sideways to it, caught the string in two fingers, and drew it back to her ear in a smooth, practiced gesture. Now Onua could see she wore an archer’s wrist- and armguards.
“I’d put an arrow up,” the girl said, gently releasing the string, “but I’d hit someone, surely.”
Onua grinned. “I’m impressed. I can’t draw a bow that big.”
The girl took the string off the bow, coiled it, and put it away. “Nor did I, at first. I keep this one limber, or I still couldn’t draw it.”
“Crossbow?” The question was out before Onua remembered, I don’t want to hire her—I want to send her home to her mama. She’s a runaway for sure.
“Yes’m. We have—” Something flickered in her eyes. She looked down. “We had bandits at home. I stood watch with the sheep, so I learned crossbow and longbow. And sling”—a half smile appeared—“not that I’m bragging.”
We had, Onua thought. Did she change it ’cause she wants me to think she’s been gone from home awhile? Or hasn’t she got a home?
