Pierce, Tamora - The Circle Opens 01 by Pierce Tamora

Author:Pierce, Tamora [Pierce, Tamora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-15T16:19:39+00:00

"Two little ones. This girl was their nurse," explained the Guard. "Says they all died in front of her, and she didn't see what done it."

Sandry met his eyes. "She probably didn't," she whispered.

"I know," replied the man, grim-faced. "Story's too stupid to be true elsewise."

"You'll have to take my word for this," Sandry told him, "but I can see traces of the magic they used to hide themselves. It conies straight down these steps from the house, and goes that way," She pointed down the street. "I'm going to cover it, to protect it, till your harrier- mages can see it."

The Guard raised his eyebrows. "That's right sensible of your ladyship," he said, his manner more respectful than it had been earlier. "Go ahead, do it."

In her kit she normally kept a number of spelled cloth squares she could use to handle things she didn't want to touch with bare skin. She used some on the marks on the steps between the door and the street, then warned the Guards in the house away from the broad streaks she could see on the wall beside the door.

They wouldn't let her inside. Sandry accepted that and followed the marks down the street instead, covering each with a cloth square and murmuring the words that would start its protective spell. Anyone about to touch one of those squares would instantly want not to. They'd want to get away from the square and whatever it covered.

She ran out of them where the marks turned onto the walkway. Now what? she thought, looking at the smears: they led straight toward the far barricade. The more she saw, the stronger was her urge to cover them, to protect others from them, but she had never imagined a situation where she'd need more than fifteen of her cloths. She supposed she could send her guards to a cloth merchant. The problem with that was that she would have to wait here idly, while anything might happen to the un protected marks.

Sandry turned to look at the house, and heard a rustle�her own clothes. Of course! she thought, triumphant. She wore a silk undershirt beneath her blouse and tunic, and long silk breeches under her wide- legged pants. They wouldn't let her in the house to remove her underclothes, but there was no need to go indoors, if she managed things properly.

She spread her magic into her underthings. It only took a breath of time to make everything she wore at tuned to her and her power. Within a second breath, she felt material slide as stitches pulled out of seam's. Her top slid under her waistband, rolling to form a snake of silk that wriggled down one leg of her breeches and out. Next she undid the stitches in her under-breeches, letting the cloth pull apart into its separate pieces. She felt silk gliding down her legs and bent over. The pieces crawled into her hands, one pant leg at a time. She looked reproach

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