carried.
âShe is much like her mother. Little consideration for age or authority, but no knowledge whatsoever that sheâs flouting it.â
âThank you, Latham.â She nodded without breaking the uneven seal.
He was surprised, but he knew a dismissal when it was given. Bowing, he left her standing amid the exotic plants that lived in perpetual summer.
Only then did she lift the letter in trembling hands, gripping it as if it were a viper.
So soon?
With Latham gone, the need to appear completely strong deserted her. Her strongest desire was to destroy the letter, innocuous and innocent, in flame. Instead, she opened it.
Â
âGrandfather.â Telvar substituted a nod for the more formal bow he might have given in other circumstancesâany other circumstance, in fact, than lessons in the drill circle.
The Grandfather smiled quietly. It still unsettled him, at times, to receive such a gesture from Telvar; Telvar was by a good many years the elder of the twoâand in his youth, the Grandfather had been one of his students.
He felt a little like one now, as he stood by the weaponsmasterâs side and watched his line-children in the drill circle.
âErin,â Telvar said, before the Grandfather could ask. âAnd Dannen. The two best in my class. You chose a good moment to come.â He frowned. âDannen is more solidly grounded than Erin, but Erinâs fast. Light.â
The Grandfather nodded.
âAnd itâs strange, Grandfather,â Telvar continued, folding his arms behind his back, âErin is Kerlindaâs child in more ways than one.â
âYes,â the younger man replied quietly. âShe has the
strongest healing blood the line has seenâor will see, if I guess correctly.â
âHealers arenât usually sent to me.â
âNo.â
Telvar heard more in the one word than the Grandfather cared to speak. He nodded brusquely, which was the way he did everything. âYou wish to speak with her?â
âIf Iâm not interrupting anything.â
âErin!â
The smaller figure in the circle dodged, leaped, and rolled in one smooth motion that brought her outside of the drill range. Dannenâs blade skittered off the periphery.
âTelvar,â the Grandfather said, before Erin reached them, âis she good?â
âVery. But she isnât adult yet, Serdon.â
âI know.â The lines of his face etched themselves into a smile.
âGrandfather?â Erin gave a sweaty bow. Telvar held out a hand, and she gave him her sword almost thankfully.
âErin. I see youâve taken well to lessons with the weaponsmaster.â
She glanced around quickly to see if Telvar was still listening. Apparently not; he had already started his long stride to where Dannen stood panting.
âAs well as anyone who hasnât had an arm or leg broken here can.â She grimaced.
The smile on his face became genuine; it was a sentiment that any of Telvarâs students, no matter how long ago they graduated, could appreciate.
âGood. I want to speak with you.â
Her face paled. âIs itâis it my mother?â
âShe is well, but yes, itâs about your mother.â He watched her relax. âIâm not sure how much you know about the action on our borders.â
âA bit,â she replied cautiously.
âTwo of our villages have fallen, and with them much of the supplies for our companies. Two separate wagons are to be sent out, under guard, to Hillrock.â
âThatâs in our borders.â
He nodded. âA good forty miles.â
âAnd?â
âYour mother is in Hillrock; sheâs due to return for a few weeka.â He slipped a hand into the inner pocket of his robes
and pulled out a folded piece of paper. When she didnât react, he unfolded it.
She had the grace to blush.
âYou know âa bitâ?â He smiled. âI