Pierce, Tamora - Circle Of Magic 03 by Pierce Tamora

Author:Pierce, Tamora [Pierce, Tamora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-15T16:19:33+00:00

'But they changed their minds,' Frostpine pointed out. 'I think they want something so much it's worth being around a trang''

He stopped. Briar had carried the iron vine over for him to see; Tris held up the attached copper plate. It was nearly half gone now, and the remainder was as buckled and rippled as if half-melted. Now all the branches on the side of the vine closest to the plate sported copper buds.

''shi,' Frostpine said weakly. 'Shurri defend us. They know about this?'

'That plate was Polyam's trade-token for me.' Daja said. 'We left it beside the vine.

There was just one bud out when she left, but she raised the price to two gold majas when she saw it.'

Frostpine shook his mane of hair and grinned. 'I guess she would have to! So that's why they changed their plans.' He rubbed his hands together. 'Well! While your creation was getting away from you, how did your ordinary work go? Let's see your nails, Daja.'

With a groan, she fetched the bucket full of her afternoon's work. Smoke billowed in the window, making the others cough as she handed the bucket to Frostpine.

He said nothing at first, but the look on his face as he scooped up nails and let them run through his fingers was odd. 'This makes no sense,' he muttered. 'Not in the lea' Where is it?' he demanded. 'Where's your magic?'

'Sandry has it,' replied Daja, startled that he'd asked.

' 'Sandry has it,'' Frostpine repeated, eyebrows raised. 'I see. You just, you felt generous, and you said, 'Take my magic, Sandry, I'm not using it...''

'Don't get into one of your flames,' Lark said, tucking her hands in the sleeves of her habit.

' 'One of my''' Frostpine's voice rose. 'You strip my apprentice of her power''

'It's just a loan,' Briar protested.

'Look at what Sandry's doing, before you say any more,' Lark told Frostpine.

He glanced at the young noble, who wove as she had since they'd returned from supper, deep in a trance of concentration. Working at a steady pace, she threw the shuttle, with its burden of silk thread and power, to and fro in the warp on the loom.

Under her fingers lay three inches of cloth. Though the thread on the shuttle was creamy undyed silk, there was a pale touch of colour in the cloth. On one edge a barely green stripe was shaping; on the other, an orange-red one. A white stripe was ranged inside the green one, while a blue tint brushed the cloth between the white and the orange. A second look might show that threads of each colour trickled into the other stripes, starting just an inch away from the bottom of the loom.

'She's mapping, you great dolt,' said Rosethorn sharply. 'You know as well as we do that something must be done about the way their power is leaking. Or do you want to put it off until lightning strikes whatever you're working on next?'

'You shouldn't encourage them to turn their power over to anyone,' argued Frostpine, his eyes glittering with anger.

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