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resistance to disease. Rista seedlings were fragile, but with a little nurturing
and a nudge of sorcery, they would provide a harvest far more bounteous and
reliable than wheat.
I was a guest of the woman and her husband, repaying a night痴 stay in their
quiet green valley by helping with spring planting. For most of my life I had
been caught up in the death and violence of a war that could not end. Now that I
had done what I could to change the course of that conflict, a quiet morning and
a little dirt under my fingernails felt very close to happiness.
The woman came around to the other side of the double row, set down her own
basket, and went to work. Her shining black braid draped gracefully over her
shoulder, and her long fingers made quick work of setting the plants. Elinor had
a lively intelligence and a wide knowledge of the world, despite the isolation
of her current home. But she knew very little of Ezzarians. 鉄o your father was
not a warrior as you were, a・what is it called?・
鄭 Warden? No. He had no melydda, thus he had no choice in his profession.
Ezzarians without true power must do whatever work is required of them.・Those of
us found to have power for sorcery were nurtured and trained and allowed to
choose our own way to fight the demon war. Until one learned new truths and
betrayed it all.
She glanced up at me without pausing her quick fingers. 的知 sorry. I don稚 mean to
bring up painful matters.・
I sat up to ease the cramp in my right side熔ne too many knife cuts in those
muscles, the last injury deep and unskillfully repaired. After eight months I
feared the painful tightness was caused by internal scarring and might never
leave me. An unwelcome reality for a warrior容ven one who has no intent to raise
a sword ever again. 典here痴 no pain in remembering my father, Mistress Elinor. He
was as fine a man as ever lived. Though farming was not the life he would have
chosen, he was well content. I learned more of true value from him than from any
of my more scholarly mentors.・
The tall woman sat back on her heels and assessed me as boldly as any queen.
Reddened hands and a coarse, worn tunic could not hide her mature beauty. Dark,
slightly angled eyes, along with lustrous red-gold skin, were the telltale of
her own Ezzarian heritage, though she had grown up far from our rainswept hills
and forests. 的t痴 just that you speak so little of Ezzaria, Seyonne, and I know
the love Ezzarians bear for their homeland. I thought perhaps it was
uncomfortable for anyone to bring it up now that you池e reviled there.・Elinor was
nothing if not direct. Ordinarily I liked that in my friends.
Of course, to call Elinor a friend was presumptuous. We had spent some hours in
one another痴 company, talked of the weather and her brother Blaise痴 retired
outlaw band. But, in truth, we knew nothing of each other save a few superficial
facts. She had once been an outlaw herself, a rebel against the Derzhi Empire,
but was now settled in this lovely valley, where she and her husband fostered a
two-year-old child. I was a sorcerer, a retired warrior of thirty-eight years
who had a demon living in my soul.
的f I were to avoid everything uncomfortable about my situation, I would have
very little to talk about,・I said. I moved down the row again and set another
plant. Though I enjoyed Elinor痴 company a great deal, at that moment I wanted
nothing more than to lose myself in sweat and dirt and unthinking labor. Duties
were awaiting me, truths to face, some of them terrible and dangerous, some of
them more personally painful; but every day I could put them off and absorb such