The Will of the Empress - By Tamora Pierce Page 0,143

care money can buy," she informed the healer.

"Hmph," replied the woman. "Not much family resemblance. But it is as I have told you. She asks to see the three of you. She will not take the sleeping medicine until she sees you, so please, attend to her immediately, so she will sleep."

Chastened, the three young mages filed into Tris's room, Chime riding on Daja's shoulder. Once inside, they all stopped to stare. One of Tris's arms and one of her legs was bound to slats and covered in tightly wrapped bandages. Splintered fingers and toes had their own wooden supports secured with white linen. All of her braids hung loose. The lingering tracks of the healer's magic were evident on Tris's skull and body. None of them had ever seen anyone so badly hurt that they weren't on their feet in a few days, given a good healer.

Tris looked naked without her spectacles, which had been smashed in her fall. Sandry went to Tris's writing box and took out one of the spare pairs of spectacles that lay with the pens and ink sticks. Carefully she settled them on Tris's nose, taking care to touch none of the bruises on Tris's face. "At least your nose wasn't broken," she whispered.

Tris raised the unbroken arm and laid her splinted hand on Sandry's. Her magical voice, while exhausted, was not as faint as her battered form might lead them to expect. Don't put off leaving for me, she told them, her magical voice reaching Briar and Daja as well. You meant to go day after tomorrow — go. Don't risk getting stuck here.

We're not leaving you, Sandry retorted, her chin sticking out. Don't be ridiculous. Don't you be ridiculous! Tris snapped in reply, her thought-voice as stern and forceful as pain and drugs would allow. I can catch up once I'm able to ride. I move faster alone than you will in a group. And when I go, I'll have cooked up a shield that will return any ill wishes and curses to the sender, whether I see them coming or not. But the longer you put off going, the more they'll be able to put in your way. Right now they seem to think I'm the biggest threat. They have no idea how dangerous you all are. That will help you. Take Zhegorz and Gudruny and the children and go, now.

"I don't want to say it," Briar said aloud, "but she makes sense."

"I hate it when she does that," added Daja.

Sandry glared at them. Apparently Daja and Briar had yet to reopen their connection to each other, though obviously they had renewed their ties to Tris and Sandry.

This is no time for jokes! she shouted.

"Oh, there's always time for jokes," Briar replied with his sweetest smile.

The healer's male assistant opened the door. "She says to come out." He walked over to the bed and picked up a cup of dark liquid. "And she says you will drink this."

"Go home," croaked Tris. "I'll catch up as soon as I can."

"We'll do it," Briar assured Tris. He leaned down and kissed her unbruised forehead. "You've got a good plan there. Get better."

"I'll be happy to leave as soon as possible, Rizu or no," Daja added, kissing the top of Tris's head carefully. "Don't mind Sandry. She only goes on Her Nobleness when she's frightened." She followed Briar out of the room.

Tris looked at Sandry. The healer cleared his throat.

"I feel like I'm deserting you," Sandry explained, looking at the floor.

"Try feeling like you're using common sense," Tris suggested quietly. "That's what I do when I'm doing what I think is right." She swallowed the medicine. The healer set the cup aside and steered Sandry out of the room, closing the door behind them. A last look at Tris showed Sandry that her eyelids were shut. She was already asleep.

*

The 23rd - 26th days of Rose Moon, 1043 K.F.

Landreg House

Dancruan, Namorn

Sandry lowered the lid on her last trunk and locked it, then nodded permission for the footman to take it away. She wondered if she ought to look in on Tris one last time. Tris had barely woken for two days, steeped in the spells of three healers. Sandry, Briar, and Daja had already said their good-byes to her around midday. Somehow Sandry doubted Tris would be up at dawn to wave good-bye to their small caravan of three mages, Gudruny and her children, Zhegorz, and the ten men-at-arms Ambros had detailed to escort