The Demon Cycle Books 1-3 and Novellas: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War plus The Great Bazaar and Brayan’s Gold and Messenger’s Legacy. Peter V. Brett

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      Tender Ronnell led Cob and Arlen on an inspection of the library. As they went, Arlen began to realize what a colossal task he had just undertaken. Even if he skipped the maths and plotted the wards by sight, he was looking at the better part of a year’s work.

      Still, as he turned in place, taking in all the books, he knew it was worth it. Ronnell had promised him full access, day or night, for the rest of his life.

      Noting the look of enthusiasm on the boy’s face, Ronnell smiled. He had a sudden thought, and took Cob aside while Arlen was too occupied with his own thoughts to notice.

      ‘Is the boy an apprentice or a Servant?’ he asked the Warder.

      ‘He’s Merchant, if that’s what you’re asking,’ Cob said.

      Ronnell nodded. ‘Who are his parents?’

      Cob shook his head. ‘Hasn’t any; at least not in Miln.’

      ‘You speak for him, then?’ Ronnell asked.

      ‘I would say the boy speaks for himself,’ Cob replied.

      ‘Is he promised?’ the Tender asked.

      There it was. ‘You’re not the first to ask me that, since my business rose,’ Cob said. ‘Even some of the Royals have sent their pretty daughters to sniff at him. But I don’t think the Creator has made the girl that can pull his nose out of a book long enough to notice her.’

      ‘I know the feeling,’ Ronnell said, gesturing to a young girl who was sitting at one of the many tables with half a dozen open books scattered before her.

      ‘Mery, come here!’ he called. The girl looked up, and then deftly marked her pages and stacked her books before coming over. She looked close to Arlen’s fourteen summers, with large brown eyes and long, rich brown hair. She had a soft, round face, and a bright smile. She wore a utilitarian frock, dusty from the library, and she gathered the skirts, dipping a quick curtsey.

      ‘Wardmaster Cob, this is my daughter, Mery,’ Ronnell said.

      The girl looked up, suddenly very interested. ‘The Wardmaster Cob?’ she asked.

      ‘Ah, you know my work?’ Cob asked.

      ‘No,’ Mery shook her head, ‘but I’ve heard your grimoire collection is second to none.’

      Cob laughed. ‘We might have something here, Tender,’ he said.

      Tender Ronnell bent to his daughter and pointed to Arlen. ‘Young Arlen there is Master Cob’s apprentice. He’s going to ward the library for us. Why don’t you show him around?’

      Mery watched Arlen as the boy gazed about, oblivious to her stare. His dirty blonde hair was untrimmed and somewhat long, and his expensive clothes were rumpled and stained, but there was intelligence in his eyes. His features were smooth and symmetrical; not unpleasing. Cob heard Ronnell mutter a prayer as she smoothed her skirts and glided over to him.

      Arlen didn’t seem to notice Mery as she came over. ‘Hello,’ she said.

      ‘Hullo,’ Arlen replied, squinting to read the print on the spine of a high-shelved book.

      Mery frowned. ‘My name’s Mery,’ she said. ‘Tender Ronnell is my father.’

      ‘Arlen,’ Arlen said, pulling a book off the shelf and flipping through it slowly.

      ‘My father asked me to show you around the library,’ Mery said.

      ‘Thanks,’ Arlen said, putting the book back and walking down a row of shelves to a section of the library that was roped off from the rest. Mery was forced to follow, irritation flashing on her face.

      ‘She’s used to ignoring, not being ignored,’ Ronnell noted, amused.

      ‘BR,’ Arlen read on the archway over the roped section. ‘What’s BR?’ he muttered.

      ‘Before Return,’ Mery said. ‘Those are original copies of the books of the old world.’

      Arlen turned to her as if he had just noticed she existed. ‘Honest word?’ he asked.

      ‘It’s forbidden to go back there without the Duke’s permission,’ Mery said, watching Arlen’s face fall. ‘Of course,’ she smiled, ‘I am allowed, on account of my father.’

      ‘Your father?’ Arlen asked.

      ‘I’m Mery, Tender Ronnell’s daughter,’ she reminded, scowling.

      Arlen’s eyes widened, and he bowed awkwardly. ‘Arlen, of Tibbet’s Brook,’ he said.

      From across the room, Cob chuckled. ‘Boy never had a chance,’ he said.