down. But soon after she graduated, sheâd lost interest in being respectable and set out to become popular instead. Sheâd cut her hair, started wearing dramatic shades of lip tint, and found a new set of friends to whisk her from one party to another. If she didnât nag Esmond or quarrel with Eryx anymore, it was only because sheâd stopped caring about anyoneâs life but her own.
Still, he was surprised by how modest Civillaâs wardrobe was. She had only one armoire, and the closet wasnât half as stuffed with dresses as heâd expectedâthough she did own plenty of hats and a mind-boggling assortment of shoes.
What she didnât have was a case with Eryxâs documents in it. Esmond swirled the bottle again, frowning as the particles drifted back the way he had come. Had he read it wrong the first time?
Esmond spent nearly half a bell following the potion all over the house before he realized there was no point in trying further. The tracking spell kept leading him into solid walls, and changed direction every few minutes. Either it didnât work for him the same way it had for Isaveth . . .
Or Eryx had destroyed the letter, and there was nothing left for the potion to find.
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After the incident in the charmery, Isaveth felt vulnerable as a newborn kit. Surely the news that she was Moshite was spreading far and wide by now. But none of her classmates troubled her, not even Paskin, and she made her way home at the end of the day in peace. Perhaps it was only the hush before the storm broke, but even so Isaveth was glad for it.
Her head still throbbed where sheâd hit the ceiling, but there were no obvious bumps or cuts for her family to notice, so she did her best to smile and act as though all was well. That evening she helped Lilet wash the laundry and hang it outside to freeze dry, while the next morning she went to temple with her sisters and spent the afternoon writing a new Auradia story. She hadnât heard from Esmond since she gave him the potion, and she could only hope that heâd have good news for her on Mendday.
When she returned to school the next morning (not without a wistful thought of how nice it would be to have a two-day weekend), Eulalie rushed to meet her. âDid you really jump on a floater last Fastday?â she asked. âI heard Seffania telling her friends about it. Are you all right?â
âIâm fine,â said Isaveth. Her head felt only a little sore now, and no one ever died of embarrassment, as Papa would say. âBut what about you? Mistress Corto saidââ
âSeffania actually asked me if you were Moshite, because she hadnât heard you say the invocation. Can you believe it? Anyway, I told her you must have whispered it, and she just didnât hear. After all, the spell could hardly have worked if you hadnât!â Eulalie giggled. âShe didnât know what to say to that one.â
Ice formed in Isavethâs stomach. She hadnât wanted tomake a show of being Moshite, but she didnât want to deny it eitherâespecially not after what had happened with Meggery. âBut what happens next time I test a sage-charm? Theyâll all be waiting to see if I make the invocation.â
âWell, couldnât you? Itâs only an old superstition, you know. It doesnât really mean anything . . .â Eulalie stopped. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
She didnât understand. How could she? Isaveth hardly knew how to explain it herself. All she knew was that she couldnât do what Eulalie was suggesting. âDonât,â she said hoarsely. âPlease.â
Eulalie blinked, then swallowed. âOh. Sorry.â She took a step back, one hand creeping to her middle. âIâveâerâjust remembered something. See you in class, all right?â
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