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“I’m just wondering if Onua is managing the Rider horses all right without me. I know the king told her he needed us to come here, but I still feel as if I should be helping her.”
The man raised his eyebrows. “You know very well Onua managed the Rider horses for years before you came to work there. What’s really bothering you?”
She made a face. She never could distract him when he wanted to know something. “I’m scared.”
He put down his brush and gave her his full attention. “What of?”
She looked at her hands. They were chapped from cold, and this was only the third week of September. “Remember what I told you? That I went crazy and hunted with wolves after bandits killed Ma and Grandda and our animals?”
He nodded. “They helped you to avenge the deaths.”
“What if it happens again? When I see them, what if I forget I’m human and start thinking I’m a wolf again? I’m s’posed to have control of my wild magic now, but what if it isn’t enough?” She rubbed her arms, shivering.
“May I remind you that the spell that keeps your human self apart from your magic self is one I created?” he teased, white teeth flashing in a grin. “How can you imply a working performed by your obedient servant”—he bowed, an odd contortion in a sitting man—“might be anything but perfect?” More seriously he added, “Daine, the spell covers all your contacts. You won’t lose control.”
“What if it wasn’t the magic? What if I simply went mad?”
Strong teeth gripped her elbow hard. Daine looked around into the bright eyes of her pony, Cloud. If I have to bite you to stop you feeling sorry for yourself, I will, the mare informed her. You are being silly.
Numair, used to these silent exchanges, asked, “What does she say?”
“She says I’m feeling sorry for myself. I don’t think she understands.”
I understand that you fidget over stupid things. Cloud released Daine’s elbow. The stork-man will tell you.
“Don’t fret,” said the mage. “Remember, you allowed me into your mind when you first came to Tortall. If there was a seed of genuine madness there, I would have found it.”
Daine smiled. “There’s folk who would say you’re the last man to know who’s crazy and who’s not. I know a cook who won’t let you in his kitchen, a palace quartermaster who says he’ll lock you up if you raid his supplies again—”
“Enough!” Numair held up his hands in surrender.
“Just so you know.” Feeling better, she asked, “What are you writing?”
He picked up his ink brush once more. “A report to King Jonathan.”
“Another one?” she asked, startled. “But we sent one off a week ago.”
“He said regular reports, magelet. That means weekly. It’s a small price to pay for being allowed to come to the rescue of your wolf friends. I just wish I had better news to send.”
“I don’t think we’ll find those missing people.” In March a group of the Queen’s Riders—seven young men and women—had disappeared in this general area. In July twenty soldiers from the Tortallan army had also vanished. “They could’ve been anywhere inside a hundred or two hundred miles of us.”
“All we can do is look,” Numair said as he wrote. “As wanderers we have seen far more than soldiers will. Even so, it’s a shame the whole northeastern border is opaque to magical vision. I hadn’t realized that a search by foot would be so chancy.”
“Why can’t you wizards see this place with your magic?” Daine wanted to know. “When I asked the king, he said something about the City of the Gods, and an aura, but then we got interrupted and he never did explain.”
“It has to do with the City of the Gods being the oldest center for the teaching of magic. Over the centuries magic seeped into the very rock of the city itself, and then spread. The result is a magical aura that blanks out the city and the lands around it for something like a five-hundred-mile radius.”
Daine whistled appreciation of the distance involved. “So the only way to look at all this mountain rock is by eye. That’s going to be a job and a half.”
“Precisely. Tell me, how far do you think we are from our destination?”
Fleetfoot and Russet had measured distance in the miles a wolf travels in a day. Daine had to divide that in half to figure how far humans might go on horseback. “Half a day’s ride to the south entrance to the valley, where the Dunlath River flows out of the Long Lake. From—” She stopped as something whispered in her mind. Animals were coming, looking for her. She ran to the mouth of the cave as their horses bolted past.
Here they came up the trail, wolves, three in the lead and four behind. Two of the leaders were her guides to the Long Lake: the small, reddish white male known as Russet and the brown-and-gray female called Fleetfoot. Between them trotted a huge, black-and-gray timber wolf, plumed tail boldly erect.
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 Trickster’s Choice, the 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: 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 actor’s 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 from the park.
