Street Magic - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,72

at Golden House. "They're really yours, but they're for you to learn with. And the first thing you'll learn with them is how to read and write. You – "

Evvy threw herself across the gap between her chair and his and hugged him fiercely. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried. "Nobody ever bought me anything so nice!"

Getting up on her knees on the seat of the chair, Evvy reached out and slowly, carefully, drew a purple crystal from the cloth. She put it on top of its rightful pocket. "This is amethyst," she breathed.

"Yes. A – see here, that's this letter, big A and little a – A is for amethyst." Briar opened the book and leafed through to the proper entry. "According to this, it's good to ward off nightmares and calm people down. Seers use it because it makes visions clearer. Now, take the chalk, and draw both As."

As Evvy slowly copied the letters on the slate, Briar read on. "It gives folk courage and keeps travelers safe on the road. Guess we'll need that soon, eh? Now, tell me the uses for amethysts."

Evvy recited them solemnly. Briar inspected her A's and asked her to draw them several more times. He read out even more uses for the stone and had her repeat them. Rosethorn had done this same kind of teaching with plants during formal lessons in the first winter they'd spent as teacher and student. That was purely magical learning: Tris had already taught Briar how to read.

"All right," he said when he got thoroughly bored with amethysts, "put the stone back and wipe the slate clean." He looked at the paper Nahim Zineer had given to him. "Next pocket over. B is for bloodstone." As Evvy drew out her bloodstone, Briar wrote the letter on the slate. "Big B, little b," he said, making sure that she looked at the slate before he continued. "They're supposed to help stop bleeding. Also good for physical strength…"

They got as far as G for garnet. Once Briar saw Evvy was struggling to concentrate, he ended the lesson and ordered her to bed. She replaced the garnet in its pocket and slowly, carefully rolled up the cloth kit. Once the ties were secured, she hugged it to her thin chest.

When she looked at Briar, there were tears in her almond-shaped eyes. "I never knew anyone with anything as fine as this," she whispered. "You won't be sorry you got me as a student, Pahan Briar. I promise you won't. Good night." She walked into her room. Her cats left their various watch-and-nap places in the dining room to follow her.

Briar closed and locked the doors, banked the kitchen fire, and blew out the few lamps burning downstairs. He stopped for one final look into Evvy's room. She was already asleep, her cats distributed around her. She still clutched the roll of cloth with her stones to her chest.

The orange-patched blue-gray Mystery left the group of cats and trotted upstairs ahead of Briar, squeezing through Rosethorn's barely open door. In his own room he found one of the cinnamon-masked golden cats, the one with a crooked tail. Apricot, Evvy had called her. Apricot had curled herself up on Briar's pillow. Briar put on his nightshirt, cleaned his teeth, and got between the sheets.

"You'd better not snore," he told Apricot. Just before he drifted off to dreams of stones of all colors, he heard her start to purr.

In the morning, Briar rose when Rosethorn did. Together they loaded her things onto the camels brought by the farmers she was helping: the sky was just barely pink over the cliffs of Chammur Oldtown. He watched her go, then went back inside to put on water for porridge and tea. There was no sense in returning to bed; better to tough out the day and return to normal sleeping hours that night. As he stirred porridge, he made lists in his head. He would start packing while Rosethorn was gone. If they were to leave in less than a week, they didn't have much time.

While the porridge finished cooking, he brought his shakkan down from his room to the dining room table. It needed attention, and working with it soothed his last uneasiness over the sale of the larch. He always needed time with his shakkan after parting with another miniature. Reaching for the larch with his power, touching it on its ledge in the lady's house, he could feel contentment.