been to, out of the northwest quadrant. I quieted as I realized the names of the towers Iâd studied all my life went with shapes, twists of bone rising from the clouds just as Densira did.
Here and there, bridges spanned the gaps between towers. As we flew closer to the Spire, more towers were connected by the long spans of sinew. Everywhere, ladders grappled tiers. On balconies and tower tops, families stood and waved. Densira families were doing the same for children of distant towers, welcoming them to the rest of the city.
From my position next to Beliak, I spotted our banner on Varuâs top tier and signaled. Beliak acknowledged me with a whistle and signaled for us to land atop the tower before the final leg of the test.
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Varu was lower than Densira by at least three tiers. The tower was so crowded that hammocks and sacks had to hang anchored from balconies. Theyâd broken War long ago, though Magister Florian said once that they hadnât done more than plot and make a few raids on neighborsâ water and food. In return, Singers took Varuâs council, along with their families, to the Spire. They refused Varu any opportunity to rise.
Our landing made a racket, silk wings flapping against wind curls that crossed the tower top. The bone roof was smooth and white, showing no new growth. Cleats and pulleys carved around its edge supported the nets below.
Varu had put out a dried-vine basket for the wingtesters. It held figs and a sour-tasting juice. The new tastes reminded us how far weâd come from home.
I removed my lenses to clean them and looked out from Varu to its neighbors. I saw the Spire clearly for the first time, rising from the city center. Iâd studied it for the wingtest, but had never been so close.
Taller than the rest of the cityâs towers, the Spire differed in other ways as well. Where our tiers rose supported by a central core, a solid wall of white bone wrapped the Spire. Ezarit told me once that the Spireâs center was a wind-filled abyss. The Spireâs market-bridges, designed by artifexes like Natâs father, hung suspended on pulleys in a ring around its wall. Behind the wall, the Spire held the Singersâ secrets close.
From Varuâs roof, I spotted gray-robed Singers perched atop the Spire, on a flat expanse of bone that could hold hundreds. More Singers emerged from within, like smoke taken to wing.
Beliak watched them too, as he chewed a fig. âOne of my brothers was taken to the Spire, five years ago.â He frowned. âHis name was Lurai.â He saw my look and hurried to clarify. âAs a novice. Maybe heâs up there, watching us.â
I swallowed, realizing Ezarit might speak this way about me if the Singer got what he wanted.
Beliak opened his mouth to speak again, but Magister Calli signaled us to ready for the return flight. I offered Varuâs group banner to Beliak and Ceetcee, but they shook their heads. So I tied the banner into my robes. We flew before the wind this time; this was easier and more direct, but harder to spot turbulence. Ceetcee looked nervous.
âWeâll work together,â Beliak said. âTry bee formation.â Ceetcee nodded. Magister Calli took note. I offered to serve as the tail of the bee, in charge of watching for shifts before they hit us. And for large birds of prey or skymouths.
Iâd discovered while cleaning Ezaritâs lenses that they had a special hasp with a bit of reflective glass inside. I flipped it back and forth, realizing it allowed a view of what was behind me, without my turning my head.
As I showed my group how the hasp worked, Ceetcee smiled. âYou are lucky, then, and will bring us the same.â She used the traditional way of accepting a favor. I would fly at the tail.
I hoped she was right.
We launched again, lighter for having reached the halfway mark of our final trial.
The wind carried us around Varu,
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