The Will of the Empress - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,107

popping into my ears! It's wonderful — I'm cured! I don't need the lessons anymore. I'm sane, sane as a bird, sane as a sheep, sane as a — ow!"

While he had been babbling, Tris had ridden up on his other side. She had leaned over and flicked him on the ear with her finger, producing his cry of pain. When he turned to glare at her, Tris asked drily, "And if you lose the spectacles?"

"Or if the ear beads fall out?" Briar wanted to know. "The magic's still there, old man." To Gudruny's children, who had listened to this exchange with open mouths, he explained, "The magic's always still there."

"The lessons continue," said Tris. "Take out one of the beads, and practice managing what you hear in just one ear."

Zhegorz sighed; his shoulders drooped. He looked at Gudruny and shrugged. "It was lovely to dream about, anyway."

"Dream all you like," Briar suggested cheerfully. "Just keep practicing."

*

The roads were drier than they had been the first time the four mages had come that way. With better footing they made better time, reaching the Landreg town house by midafternoon. That night was spent settling Ambros and his family in for the palace social season, and introducing Gudruny's children and Zhegorz to Wenoura.

They woke the next morning to learn that the imperial party had arrived at the same time they did and was still settling in. Sandry declared that they couldn't interrupt the court while it unpacked. Instead, she went out to confer with an advocate and to shop with Gudruny. Briar, too, went shopping, for shakkans and potting soil, placing an order for a very large pottery dish made specifically for several shakkans. It was part of the gift he had planned for the empress. Tris remained to work with Zhegorz on meditation and on limiting the number of things he heard and saw. Daja thought to shop as well. When she realized that the only things she wished to buy were expensive gifts for Rizu, who was not related to her in any way, she returned home to do whatever metalwork was in the house.

The next day the four and Gudruny moved to the impe-rial palace. Footmen raced ahead of them to let the palace staff know they had arrived. More footmen took charge of their horses and their belongings, vanishing down a side road with them. Briar was prepared to fight over the handling of his own shakkan and the ones he'd bought for the empress, but when two of the footmen showed themselves adept at handling both plants and crockery, he had let them take over.

A very superior footman led them to the first story in the northwest wing. He bowed Sandry into one suite near the intersection with the palace's north wing, and Tris into the other. With a sugary smile he led Daja to a suite halfway down the same hall. Briar he showed to rooms at the very end that looked out over the formal flower gardens.

Tris, Daja, and Briar soon discovered they had also been assigned maids to look after them. "At least they don't sleep in our rooms," Tris grumbled when they met at mid-hall to compare situations.

"You don't have to worry about her snooping in your mage kit, unless you want her to brush your hair," retorted Briar.

Tris grimaced. "Please! I can brush my own hair, thank you all the same!" She smiled. "And it would be a fatal exercise if anyone else tried," she admitted slyly. "I need special brushes and combs to manage it, myself."

"I just told mine that she'd best tell me know where her family is, so if she meddles with my kit, I know where to send the body," remarked Daja. "She squeaked. I think my kit's safe."

Sandry would have argued at the imposition of two more maids and two footmen to wait upon her, but Gudruny gently urged her young mistress to see the dresses she'd laid out for the welcoming party that night. Once Sandry was in the bedroom inspecting the clothes, Gudruny closed the door.

"Please, my lady, they're already sneering at me and saying I can't be very good, if I haven't taught you what's due to your station," she explained. "With more servants to direct, I grow more important in the servants' areas. Then they'll all serve us as they should. It may sound like little things to you, but one of those little things is your bath water. We'd both like it