The Will of the Empress - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,118

reminded him.

"It's not against her," protested Briar.

"Is that how Daja will see it?" Sandry wanted to know.

Suddenly she felt the touch of Tris within her magic. Calm down, she said. Sandry could feel that Briar heard Tris as well, though his bond to Sandry herself was still closed. We four will always be one, whether we live together in Emelan or not, Tris told them both. You ought to have more faith.

*

The next two weeks were a whirlwind for all four mages, not just Sandry. The empress seemed determined to woo them with entertainment and splendour. They were caught up in a myriad of hunts — for unusual flowers and tucked-away picnics, since Lady Sandrilene did not like to hunt game — card parties, rides, breakfasts, and voyages on the Syth. Sandry noticed that even Tris could not evade them all, though she was better than the other three at vanishing. Daja and Rizu were glued together. They hardly seemed to care what they did as long as they did it in each other's company, as Briar pointed out more than once. Occasionally they joined Sandry, Briar, and Tris for a private midday or supper. Sandry noticed that, despite his grumbles, Briar voiced no objections to Rizu's company when Daja was present.

To Sandry's relief, Fin said nothing about her desertion of him that night at the welcoming party. Knowing his tendency toward passion and uproar, Sandry was sure that he would kick up a fuss. She was surprised instead to find he seemed to have forgotten all about it. He continued to court her along with Jak, without making any particular effort to get her alone.

I suppose I'm inconsistent to be miffed that he doesn't much care, she thought ruefully. Really, it would be a pain if he did get all offended, but he could at least pout a little.

She carefully did not think about Pershan fer Roth at all. It wasn't that she didn't see plenty of Shan — she did. He was always at Berenene's side, or at her back, bringing her delicacies, carrying her falcon until she chose to fly it to hunt, helping her to dismount. Sandry tried not to begrudge her cousin the feel of Shan's big hands on her waist as she slid down from the saddle, or the way he bent over the empress to feed her a cherry, but the bile of envy was very hard to ignore. If Shan remembered that he had kissed Sandry, he did not show it. The smile he gave her when she caught his eye was the polite one of one noble to another.

Serves me right, she told herself one night, punching her pillows into a more agreeable shape. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw Shan and Berenene practicing Lairanese dance figures that day, particularly the one in which Shan lifted the empress high in the air. The man kisses me — punch, punch — and I run like a scared kitten. I bet the empress doesn't run!

Sandry growled and stuffed her coverlet in her mouth. Now I'll have to think of a good lie for Gudruny, she told herself. And it has to be really good, because I think Gudruny suspects far too much as is. Not that she would say anything, but she'll just tell me some bit of woman's wisdom about how some men are just out of a person's reach. I don't want to hear woman's wisdom, or any wisdom. I just want Shan to kiss me again so I can tell if I got all wobble-kneed was because I knew about Daja and Rizu or if it was the way he kisses!

The day of the Lairan ambassador's ball, the entire palace was in chaos. Dodging servants with their arms full of burdens, Sandry and Gudruny fled the palace. Landreg House was far more peaceful. Sandry could take her midday with Ambros, Ealaga, and their girls while Gudruny visited her children.

Before she left, Sandry went in search of Zhegorz. She found him seated on the balcony outside Tris's window, facing into the breeze that came over the walls. He had one of his metal ear beads in his hand and his strange metal spectacles on his face. "Don't trouble yourself about me," he said with a cheerful smile. "Viymese Tris visits once a day for my lessons."

"That's good to know," Sandry told him. "Are they going well?" He seems so much calmer now.

Zhegorz, who had been sitting on a tall stool,

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