worse.â
âAnd Kwenz is gone now, you say?â
âNo, I think heâs here. Glotulae has sent messengers that way, some traders reported to me just this morning. She wouldnât send messengers to his guards or servants.â
âUh oh. So this old geez knows magic.â
âYes.â
âAnd heâs got a lot of warrior-creepos.â
âYes.â
âAnd they want to take over Mearsies Heili.â
âYes.â
âAnd you donât have an army?â
âNo. The Wessets can raise a kind of militia, but I donât seem to have any influence over that. I did try, but the mayor of Wesset North smiled and nodded like he was patting my head. I know my mother never bothered with them, and he was angry that I might start taxing them again. So I canât really do anything there, but I do know this: if people get killed, then I have failed my job,â she finished, her brow puckered.
âSo thereâs just us girls. Watching out over everything.â
âJust us.â
Well, Iâd always wanted a life of adventure, I thought.
But nothing felt quite real yet, and so I laughed. âMaybe we should start those magic lessons at once!â
CJ-1966
EIGHT â My First Plan
âSo black magic is what villains do, right?â
We were back in Clairâs magic chamber, where all the magic books were kept. There werenât nearly as many magic books as there were books in the library, just down the hall. That one looked like the kind of library I was used to. There she had all the records of the kingdom, plus other ones. All these books were hand-written, too.
But sheâd only showed me them, and before I could ask if there were any good ones written by girls my age, weâd gone on to the magic chamber, and she took some books off a low shelf.
âWeâll get to kinds of magic in a bit. First, hereâs your practice book,â she said. âI keep these blanks here for practice, and for records, but you know what, I havenât begun to keep records. I donât even know where to start.â She wrinkled her forehead again. âI guess I ought to start with those awful days before my mother died, but every time I think about it, I canât write about it.â
âI like writing,â I said. âWant me to try?â
She looked relieved. âIâd be grateful if you would.â
âBut I donât know everything you do. Especially your government stuff.â
âI already have someone who writes down the government stuff. Just write what you see and do. Thatâs good enough. Someday maybe I can read it and add bits. I think I could do that.â Clair nodded. âBut Iâd like an account of our lives. Thereâs so much about grownups in the records, and I learn a lot, but I canât help thinking there should be records for future kids who might have the responsibilities that I â that we â have.â
âGot it. About us,â I said.
And thatâs when these records began.
Clair touched the blank book. âSo. This here will be your own practice book, for you to write down spells you learn, or figure out, the way you need to write it down in order to remember best.â
I took the bound book she handed me. The stiffened cloth cover smelled like some kind of plant. The paper was a little see-through; I found out later that most paper in this part of the world was made out of rice and boiled-down rag. The rice grows plentifully pretty much all over the world just above and below the equator â or Fereledria, as itâs called here, as itâs all mountain on land, and kind of its own realm. That is, there isnât any king or queen (that we know of) but itâs got a weird twisty kind of space and time, and the people who live there arenât humans.
âHereâs a quill, and ink,â she added, handing me one of each.
âQuill,â I
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