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she had hauled wood and water as though she had never been a Princess, and she had still found time on top of these
tasks to help Nereni with her endless sewing.
After the baking heat of the desert, the cold of the mountains had presented a problem, for the robes they had been
wearing were too thin for these colder lands, and the clothing stored in Dhiammara to equip the Khisu's raids to the
north had been taken by Harihn. The companions had been lucky, however. At the forest's edge, Bohan had found the
desert tents that the Prince's party had abandoned. Nereni, who had guarded her case of needles like a royal treasure
all the way across the desert, was making new clothes for everyone from the silken cloth, sewing it in double layers
quilted with wool from wild goats, the fur of rabbits snared by Bohan, and soft warm down from Raven's birds.
It was tedious and painstaking work, which took up most of Nereni's time, and as much as the winged girl could spare.
The others helped as they could, with Bohan, to everyone's astonishment, producing miracles of deft and delicate
stitchery with fingers so thick that they obscured the needle. Aurian had proved to be useless at sewing, and though
she was now in no condition to help with the heavier work around the encampment, she had, to Raven's disgust, still
managed to find ways to get out of the detested chore.
The hunters, including Shia, had been bringing in all the game they could find. Some they ate, glad of it after the
privations of the desert, but most they smoked and dried for the journey. Even the horses had been busy, foraging for
tender new grass. The improvement in their condition was visible by the day, while the days had flowed past as swiftly
as the forest's running streams until at long last, just as Raven's frustration had reached breaking point, the Mages
had decided that it was time to leave.
"Surely we must have enough now." Aurian looked at the pile of speckled trout that glittered on the streambank, and
straightened her aching back with a grimace.
"It's better than sewing, though, isn't it?" Anvar teased.
Aurian grimaced. ''Anything is better than sewing!"
"Anything is better than your sewing!" Anvar chuckled. "Apart from its appalling effect on your temper, I had visions
of your clothes falling to pieces on us halfway up a mountain!"
"And you could do better?" Aurian retorted.
"Not I! We Magefolk may have many talents, but needlework seems not to be one of them, somehow."
Aurian had managed to escape the dreaded sewing by - taking up fishing, and so it was that Anvar had mastered the
art of trout-tickling at last; not in the sea, but in the icy forest streams, with Aurian as his tutor. Forral had taught her
the skill long ago, in Eilin's lake, and Aurian's heart was wrenched again and again by the memory of her younger self,
a skinny, tangle-haired urchin, elbow-deep in the still lake waters as she copied the swordsman's every move, her eyes
filled with adoration, her face alight with excitement. Ah, those had been happy days! Now she was grown, and had
drunk the bitter cup of grief and hardship to its very dregs. Another head, blond instead of brown, nestled close to
hers as she peered into the amber forest streams, with Anvar's brilliant blue eyes straying from the waters again and
again, to peer longingly into her face.
Anvar, seated on the streambank, was cleaning the fish with quick, deft skill. "Are you coming with us tonight?" he
asked her conversationally, as she bundled their catch into one of Nereni's woven baskets.
Aurian knew that the question, casual though it sounded, was anything but, and could easily provoke another of the
squabbles that were all too frequent between them nowadays. Since they had escaped the desert, Anvar's
protectiveness was beginning to grate on her  however, Aurian knew there were limits now, to what she could do.
"What?" she asked him in scandalized tones. "You want me to go out stealing horses? In the forest, in the middle of
the night, in my condition?" She grinned at the quick flash of relief in his face. "Got you!"
"Wretch!" He flung a fish at her, and Aurian clawed the slippery creature out of the air just before it hit her.
"Do you mind?" she protested. "We have to eat that!"
"In fact," she said, returning to their original conversation, "I intend to be in bed and asleep by the time you leave
tonight, so don't make a noise when you go."
"I'll believe that when I see it!" scoffed Anvar. "Really, though, do you mean it, Aurian? You don't mind?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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