Emperor Mage. Tamora Pierce

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      ‘What was wrong with the birds?’ he asked, navigating the tangled paths.

      ‘It’s not a disease. Could they have eaten mouldy seed or anything like that? I think they were poisoned somehow.’

      ‘It’s possible, though the slaves are vigilant with the food that goes to those birds. They have to be. Do you think the poisoning was deliberate?’ They passed a large, many-tiered fountain lit from within by glowing stones.

      ‘I don’t know. If they get sick again, I can check their food and things like that. Should I mention poisoning to the emperor?’

      ‘Please don’t. He would kill the slaves. It wouldn’t matter to him if the poisoning were deliberate or not – only that it happened. He might torture them first, to see if it was deliberate, but it wouldn’t do much good. All his personal slaves are mutes.’

      Daine shivered as they entered another wing of the palace. Now she knew their surroundings: the guest quarters, near the wing set aside for the Tortallan delegation. A slave dozing in the central area onto which the rooms opened jumped to his feet and held the door to Daine’s room, trying not to stare at her.

      ‘She will be going out to bathe in a few moments,’ Lindhall said. The slave nodded without looking up. ‘Daine, will you be all right? Shall I have Lady Alanna look in on you?’

      She smiled up at him. ‘I’m just tired, and I need to wash, that’s all. Thank you, Master Lindhall. Numair said you are very kind, and he was right.’

      To her amusement, the lanky mage blushed. ‘Well, good night, then.’

      About to enter her room, she said, ‘Oh, wait – if it’s possible, can the birds be left alone all day tomorrow? They can be fed as long as food’s left quietly.’ She had seen food trays and water bowls somewhere in the aviary. ‘If there’s a way to keep it dark in the aviary for half of the day, I’d use it.’

      He looked interested. ‘Of course – I can manage it, actually. Glass walls conduct magic well, and it’s no great matter to make them dark. You want the birds to sleep? Even the healthy ones?’

      ‘It won’t harm them, and the rest will get the sick ones over their reaction to the healing. Birds are funny.’ She yawned. ‘When they’re up and alert, their bodies use energy faster than any other animals. The magic sticks better if they can sleep for a while after I’m done.’

      ‘I shall take care of it. Try not to fall asleep in your bath. Good night, Veralidaine – and welcome to Carthak.’ He closed the door for her.

      ‘I like him,’ the girl told Zek and Kitten drowsily.

      So do I, replied the marmoset as Kitten also nodded agreement.

      Slowly, half asleep already, Daine began to gather her bathing things.

      She woke early, with no ill effects from the previous night’s work. By the time she dressed and left her room, a large breakfast had been laid out in the area common to the bedchambers occupied by the Tortallans. The others were emerging from their rooms to eat.

      ‘It went quite well last night,’ Duke Gareth said once they were settled. ‘Some of the imperial ministers are more forthcoming than others, but that is to be expected. I am particularly happy with the reports I’ve had of you, Daine.’

      Startled, the girl looked up, her teeth halfway into a bite of melon. Blushing crimson, she put the forkful onto her plate again. ‘Me, Your Grace?’

      ‘Emperor Ozorne heard from Master Lindhall that you cured his birds in one session,’ explained Harailt of Aili. ‘The emperor is very pleased – says he has to think of a proper way to express his thanks.’

      ‘It’s like that with some men in high places,’ commented Gareth the Younger, buttering a roll. ‘Things that would impress us have no effect on them, but a kindness done to creatures they love, they never forget.’ He looked at Daine, brown eyes uncomfortably keen. ‘I hope you’ll continue to stay on his good side. The ministers’ definition of concessions they will and won’t make changed to our benefit after the emperor thanked us for bringing you.’

      Daine frowned as she passed a roll to Kitten. That didn’t sound much like the way Ozorne had described himself – as a ruler whose lords told him what to do.

      ‘Which reminds me,’ Numair said, feeding Zek as the marmoset sat on his lap. ‘We’re scheduled to have a tour of the imperial menagerie after breakfast.’

      Daine gulped. ‘A menagerie?’ King Jonathan had possessed rare, caged animals when she first came to Tortall. Even going near it had been a torment until the king began to change it, making it into enclosures that resembled the captives’ original homes.

      ‘Ozorne would never ill-treat his animals,’ said Numair, seeing the discomfort in her eyes.

      ‘Don’t slight him by staying behind,’ added Gareth the Younger.

      Alanna hugged Daine around the shoulders. ‘She wouldn’t think of it, Gary. Leave her be.’

      Daine smiled at her friend, and slipped the rest of her melon to Kitten. Somehow she wasn’t hungry any more.

      They had just got up from the table when their guides arrived, Prince Kaddar and Varice Kingsford. Daine scowled as the lady, dressed in clinging green silk with a transparent white veil over her hair, kissed Numair’s cheek, smiling flirtatiously at him. ‘I shall walk with His Grace,’ the lady told Numair, ‘but stay close, please. You know so much more about animals than I do.’

      Duke Gareth bowed over Varice’s hand. ‘Numair’s loss is my gain, Lady Varice.’

      Prince Kaddar bowed to Alanna. ‘May I offer you my escort, Lioness?’

      Alanna grinned, resting her hands on her sword belt. ‘On such a beautiful day you shouldn’t be stuck with an old lady like me,’ she said wickedly. ‘I don’t believe Daine has an escort.’

      Kaddar smiled and turned to Daine. ‘Then I am free to offer my arm to you, lady.’

      My friend, Daine thought, glaring at the Lioness. To Kaddar she gave a lukewarm smile. ‘I’m no lady, Your Highness – just Daine.’

      The amenities over, the group was led by Varice and the prince down a maze of paths that led past a formal garden and partway around the shore of an ornamental lake. Daine closed off the links her magic formed to the animal world around her. She could no more hear Zek’s thoughts and feelings than she would hear the zoo captives, but the marmoset understood when she explained why she was closing herself off. I don’t like cages either, he said balefully, chittering in anger. They put my mate and our little ones and me in a cage, and then we were sold.

      At last they walked through wrought-iron gates topped by the imperial seal: a crossed sword and wand, topped by a crown, wrapped in a jagged circle.

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