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УItТs growingФ Polyam gasped. She had followed Tris back to the forge.
УI can see that!Ф growled Tris. УNow hush -1 have to do some magic.Ф Frostpine! she
cried silently, calling through her magical connection to her friends. They needed
DajaТs teacher, and they needed him now. Briar, Sandry, get Frostpine, hurry!
УTris, make it stop,Ф Daja begged. УI canТt - magic wonТt touch it. My magic...Ф
Tris felt BriarТs and SandryТs magics flower in her mind, as if the other two stood
within her skull and saw through her eyes. She wished that Frostpine was part of their
link. Things would be so much easier if she could speak to him as she did to her
friends.
Briar, itТs got leaves, itТs yours, Sandry announced. Do something. Tris, open to him.
To us.
УDaja, breathe deep,Ф ordered Tris. УCalm down. ItТs harder to work if youТreЧФ
УHow calm would you be?Ф the captive demanded.

Tris hesitated, then grabbed DajaТs hands. Briar and Sandry concentrated. Using their
intertwined magics, following the ties that stretched between all four of them, they
reached into Daja with Tris, pouring in to fill DajaТs skin.
/ never made anything not grow before, Briar told his friends. And the metal confuses
me. He spread through the girls, reaching into the limbs of the iron plant. All of them
felt him twine around DajaТs power, blocking the tendrils as the metal reached for
more growth. All of them felt him grip, gathering the spreading power into his fist,
and twisting it around. When he released it, the magic was locked in place.
Tris and Daja opened their eyes. The iron vine had stopped growing. It had also
wrapped its tendrils around TrisТs hands. Tug as she might, she could not pull herself
free of Daja.


CHAPTER TWO
An hour later, the smith-mage Frostpine inspected Tris and Daja, stroking his wild
beard and trying to look serious. A dedicate of the Living Circle temples, he wore the
red habit that marked his vows to the gods of fire. He was muscular, an inch or two
over six feet tall, with skin a deeper brown than DajaТs, dark eyes, and full lips that
liked to smile. Bald on top of his head, he grew his wiry black hair long on the sides,
as if to make up for it. His long, heavy-lidded eyes glittered now with what looked
suspiciously like amusement.
УI suppose nothing like this ever happened to youФ Tris accused him sourly. She and
Daja were still trapped. Before she had left them, Polyam had found a tall stool for
Tris to sit on. Daja could not sit - the metal had grown down as far as her thighs,
making it impossible for her to bend.
УActually, my power got away from me once. I wasЧФ Frostpine cleared his throat.
УI was attempting to put some gold ornaments back on to a tribal queenТs jewelled
collar.Ф
УShe gave him her gems, and he knew that her husband would miss them and suspect
that she had given them to a lover.Ф Rosethorn leaned against the wall, arms crossed
over her chest, her delicately-carved mouth curled in a half-smile. Sandry and Briar
sat on the ground next to her.
УI didnТt know she was married,Ф said Frostpine defensively.
УDid you ask?Ф Rosethorn enquired. She was a stocky woman only an inch taller than
Daja, with short-cropped chestnut hair and wicked brown eyes. In her green habit,
which marked her dedication to the gods of the Earth, she was hard to see in the