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work to go to waste."

He took the necklace and deftly slipped it into one of his many pockets. "It's no trouble at all. I understand how romantic affairs go-or rather, how they don't go. His highness will be sad, but I enjoyed the chance to work on something new for a change, so it was worth it, even if it won't grace your neck."

I recalled how he lived at Katrice's court. "What do you usually work on?"

He made a small face. "Her majesty Queen Katrice is partial to animals and collects figurines, jewelry...anything depicting them. Last week, I made a crystal squirrel. It was lovely, of course, but it's the fifth squirrel I've made this year."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I guess I'm glad for this, then. Maybe..." An idea suddenly came to me. "Maybe I can give you another project away from her menagerie. Do you have the time?"

Girard bowed low. "Of course."

"I heard you can work with iron to a certain extent. Here's what I need...." I described my problem with Jasmine and how I needed more flexible restraints that contained as much iron as he could handle. Theoretically, I could have brought over human handcuffs, but I wanted special ones not only for mobility but because I needed bronze or copper somewhere on them so that my guards could touch them if need be.

Girard listened thoughtfully, nodding as I spoke. "Yes, of course I can do this. I can have them for you tomorrow."

"Whoa, I didn't expect-"

He threw back his head and laughed. "Your majesty, you forget that we don't forge and work metal like humans do. I order the metal to bend, and it does. The rest is in skill and patience."

I supposed he had a point. I thanked him profusely, telling him that Shaya would settle the price with him later. Once he left, I then set out to find Shaya myself, still needing a report.

Before I could, I was intercepted again-this time by Ysabel. She was alone, which I took to mean Dorian had returned to the Oak Land. That was something, at least. I didn't want him camping out around here-particularly after my teary-eyed weakness last night.

She came to a halt before me, arms crossed. Whatever fear she'd had from our last lesson seemed to have completely vanished. Maybe Dorian's visit had reassured her. Or maybe she figured she had little to fear from someone who'd spent all of last night moping and drinking away her sorrows.

"My lord says I still cannot leave until we've worked together at least one more time."

"Bummer," I said and started to pass her. "I've got to find Shaya."

She blocked my way again. It was deja vu of the last time she'd accosted me about this. "Shaya's gone right now. The sooner we get this over with, the better. I know you have nothing else to do with your time right now either. You're simply waiting for your kitsune to throw you some sort of bone."

Alright, now she'd pissed me off, largely because she was right. "That's not true. I have plenty of things to do. Besides, I don't know if I really need your help anymore. I think at this point it's all just practicing on my own."

With my mind, I reached out, feeling the different types of air around us. I stayed well away from her but pulled together several groups. Now that I understood their individual natures, it wasn't that hard to combine them into larger gusts. I blasted the air through the hall, creating a gust of wind that rivaled the one she'd smugly showed me that first day. Her expression showed disdain, but I swear, there was fear in her eyes again. I remembered what Shaya had said, that I was learning too quickly and too well.

"That is...acceptable," Ysabel said at last. "But it was clumsy. And you can't combine it with water yet to truly control the weather."

She was right on that, but I felt I had a good enough understanding of both to just keep practicing. "It'll come with time. I'll be fine on my own."

"My lord said one more time..." That scornful expression faded now, replaced by uncertainty. "There is something else...something...well, you haven't even come close to it yet."

"I inherited storm magic. Water and air. What else is there?"

"Follow me, and I'll show you-if you can handle it." There it was, the old attitude. It was almost comforting.

She took me back out to the courtyard we'd been in