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Since the prathmun girl had called her attention to shoes, Tris noted that better-dressed Tharian men
and women generally wore leather sandals that laced up to the knee. Many of the poorer residents went
barefoot. This wasnтАЩt as risky as it might be anywhere else: Tris saw prathmun collecting trash and
cleaning the street on nearly every block.

Though Little Bear was content to stay with his mistress, TrisтАЩs breezes were not. They roamed freely
around her, tugging at curls, tunics, kytens and stoles, exploring peopleтАЩs faces, then returning to Tris
like excited children gone for a walk with a favourite aunt. They brought her scraps of conversations
about trade rates, fashions, family quarrels and political discussions from all around her, pouring those
scraps into her ears. She half-listened, always interested in local gossip.

Some conversations mentioned her. A few of the Tharians she passed had discovered her way to stay
cool. Perhaps her breezes wouldnтАЩt have been noticed if the air were not perfectly still. The only winds
outside TrisтАЩs circle of influence were those made by hand-held fans and those roused by pigeons in flight
from uncaring feet.

Tris sighed, and drew the breezes closer to her. People continued to stare as her dress and petticoats
stirred in different directions. She ignored them. It was too hot to give up her fresh air so a number of
stuck-up southerners werenтАЩt made nervous. If they were as clever as they claimed, theyтАЩd find ways to
hold breezes of their own, Tris told herself.

She had a number of breezes tied up in knots of thread back at the house. Perhaps she could peddle some
at the market, and make a bit of extra money. There were two more moons of summer to go, and the
problem with city walls was that they tended to keep out the wind. She ought to be able to sell a knot, or
two, or three, for pocket money. She would ask Jumshida how to go about it.

On she walked, planning and observing. She passed between shops filled with wonders: vases, bowls,
platters, glass animals in a multitude of colours and sizes. In the shops on the Achaya Square end of the

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Street of Glass, windows were made of small panes of glass, treasures in and of themselves, which gave a
watery, rippling shape to the beautiful objects behind them.

Mingled with the higher-priced glass was glass that had been spelled in some way. Magical charms and
letters in the sides and rims of pieces, suncatchers magicked to catch more than just sun, rounds of glass
imbued with magic to capture and hold an image in them, all glinted silver in TrisтАЩs vision, showing her
the work of the glass mages of Tharios. It was for this reason that she chose to start among the poorer
shops, those more likely to sell plain glass and few charms. Tris knew she would spend most of her time
later among the glass mages, comparing notes and learning how they practised their craft.

Closer to Labrykas Square the shops had ordinary, shuttered windows, with the wares arranged on shelves
to tempt passers-by. Tris lingered at one and another, admiring the curve of a bowl or the blue-green hue
of a cosmetics bottle, but she always made herself walk on after a moment. She was determined to start at
the very bottom of the glassmakersтАЩ pecking order.

As Tris approached Labrykas Square, the first public square beyond the Piraki Gate, her breezes carried a
conversation to her; тАЬтАФ a disgrace!тАЭ someone cried. тАЬOne of the riff-raff, murdered and left in the