Shadow Study. Maria V. Snyder

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СКАЧАТЬ and had been pestering him for more pieces. Who knew keeping meat cold keeps it from spoiling longer?” Wonder touched her voice.

      “Has he discovered any other glass abilities since coming here?”

      “He’s been concentrating on the messengers and the temperature glass. Opal told me he could attach a null shield to glass and other...” Mara swept her arms out as if searching for the right word. “Emotions. But between his classes and his work, the poor boy hasn’t had time to experiment.”

      Interesting about the null shield. “He’s here every night?”

      “Except for one night a week.”

      Keeping my tone neutral, I asked, “Which night?”

      Mara gazed at me. “Why? Is it important?”

      Shoot. She’d been spending too much time with Leif.

      “Just curious.”

      “Uh-huh.” She waited.

      “Oh all right. I want to talk to him.”

      “Better. Let’s see...” Mara checked a ledger on her desk. “He was here the last couple of nights... His night off was four days ago.”

      The timing matched the night of the attack. My heart thumped. “What does he do on his nights off?”

      “He has riding lessons.”

      Oh. Still, he could have missed his lesson. I needed to talk to the Stable Master.

      “Is that the reason you stopped by?” Mara asked.

      “No, I was looking for Leif.” Only after I said it did I realize how it must have sounded. “And to visit you.” Weak.

      “How nice.” Her tone didn’t match her words.

      “Sorry. It’s just...something came up and I haven’t been sleeping...” Weaker.

      Concern softened the hard lines around her mouth. “And it’s probably some political problem that you can’t tell me. Between Leif and Opal, I’m used to being in the dark.”

      From the way her shoulders drooped, I knew she was far from used to the idea, yet she put on a brave front. I drank my tea and reflected. Leif and Mara hadn’t even been married a year yet. It had been a lovely wedding and she had glowed with pure joy. She was part of my family. Kidnapped from Sitia at age six, I’d grown up in Ixia believing I had no family. Dreams of a fictional loving family had helped me through the dark times. And now I planned to enlist Leif’s help, taking his time away from Mara. Not very nice.

      “The reason I need to talk to my brother is...” I filled her in on what had happened.

      Mara clutched her apron, gathering the fabric into a tight bunch, but she didn’t say a word. When I finished, she slid off her chair and hugged me.

      “Oh, Yelena, that’s terrible.” She squeezed tight then let go. “What can I do to help?”

      “Help?” I hadn’t thought about it.

      “Of course. I’m sure you have a plan of attack. And don’t tell me to keep it quiet. I’m not an idiot.”

      True. “Can you find out if any of the students are able to siphon magic? Opal had done it with glass, but perhaps there is another magician who can do it with another object.”

      She brightened. “I can. I know all the students and they like to brag about who can do what.” She held up her hand. Burn scars marked her fingers and wrist. “Don’t worry. I’ll be discreet. Are you going to talk to Opal? She might have some ideas.”

      I groaned. Another possible avenue that I’d missed. “I will.”

      “Good. Now go get some sleep. Leif’s at the Council Hall this morning, but he’ll be in the training yard later this afternoon, helping Marrok teach the juniors how to defend against a machete.”

      “Thanks.”

      She escorted me out the door and then remained on the workshop’s steps, ensuring I headed in the right direction. Another knot in my stomach eased as I skirted the pasture that occupied the space between the glass shop and the stables. Telling Mara had been the right thing to do.

      When I entered the large wooden barn, Kiki whinnied a welcome. She looked over the Stable Master’s broad shoulder as he bent to clean dirt from her hooves. Her copper coat shone, her mane had been brushed and her whiskers were trimmed. Oh no.

      “I was planning on—”

      “Yeah, yeah.” The Stable Master cut me off. “Always the same. In a hurry with urgent business to attend to. I’ve heard all the excuses.” He moved to her back feet. “She was a muddy mess,” he grumbled. “Keep taking advantage of her and one day you’ll come out here and she’ll be gone.”

      Not unless he stopped feeding her his famous milk oats. I sighed. The Stable Master lived and breathed horses. To him, nothing was more important. And he had a point.

      “I’m sorry.” I draped my cloak over a stall door, picked up a comb and worked on untangling her tail. Then I helped him clean tack and muck out stalls until he no longer muttered quite as much. Which was as good of a mood as possible for him.

      Before he left to order more feed, I asked about Quinn’s riding lessons.

      “Strong as an ox, that boy,” the Stable Master said. “He don’t look it, but all those years of diving for oysters honed his muscles. See that bay?” He pointed through the window.

      A horse with a deep garnet-colored coat and a black mane and tail trotted around the inside of the pasture’s fence. “Yes.”

      “Flann’s a son of a bitch—stubborn, spirited and strong. Quinn’s the only one who can ride him.”

      “A Sandseed horse?” Sandseed horses, like Kiki, were picky about who they allowed to ride them.

      “Nope. One of those new Bloodgood breeds. I was gonna send him back because he’s been a real pain in my ass, but he took a liking to the boy.”

      “Is Quinn enjoying his lessons?”

      “I don’t care. He shows up on time and has improved. That’s all I care about.”

      “Did he miss his last lesson?”

      “No. Why?”

      And there went another lead. “Flann looks like he needs a workout.”

      “Tell that to the Master Magicians. Quinn’s too busy to do more.” The Stable Master hooked his thumb toward the bay. “You’re welcome to try.” He patted Kiki’s neck with affection. “I’m sure Kiki here won’t mind. Will you, girl?” He slipped her a milk oat then left without saying goodbye.

      After he left, I scratched Kiki behind her ears. She closed her eyes and leaned closer. Sadness panged deep inside me, radiating out with pain. The loss of our connection hurt the most. СКАЧАТЬ