Tempests and Slaughter. Tamora Pierce

with it. He didn’t even want to sleep any more.

      He had just got dressed when the door swung open.

      ‘Oh, good,’ Ozorne said. ‘I’m on a mission. I’m not allowed to return to the Northern Gate without you. Varice says you no doubt pretended to be asleep because you thought we were going to invite you because we felt sorry for you, and you are supposed to stop being silly and come along.’

      ‘But …’ Arram said, knowing he ought to protest.

      ‘Come on,’ Ozorne insisted. ‘We’re going to lunch in town – my treat – and then there’s a play in the Imperial Theatre. My treat also. She’s right – you are being silly. We wouldn’t invite you if we didn’t like you. I’m much too selfish to do otherwise. You’ll need better shoes than those sandals if you have them.’

      Dazed by this whirlwind of information, Arram donned his holiday shoes.

      Varice shook a finger at Arram when they joined her. ‘Wicked boy!’ she cried. ‘Never do that again! You’re always invited, until you’re not! That’s our rule! Now, let’s go and have fun.’

      Arram did, more than he ever had with his father and grandfather. He made the three-lined Sign against evil when he thought it, and left a copper in a corner shrine to Lady Wavewalker, goddess of the sea and those who sailed on it, but it was still true. It was one thing to walk along the stalls with someone who took interest only in cloth and clothing, being told no every time he asked for something unusual (though they were kind – to a limit – about books and maps). It was another to go with people who looked at the same things he looked at and discussed them; stopped to watch jugglers, fire eaters, acrobats, people who walked rings and balls along their arms and backs, and musicians; pondered over the second- and third-hand volumes at the booksellers; and looked at the animals for sale – only to be forced to leave when Ozorne began to shout at a seller who didn’t clean the dung from the animals’ cages.

      ‘If I had the power, there would be a law that they would have to keep the animals clean and properly fed,’ Ozorne said, fuming, as Varice and Arram dragged their friend away from the seller. The man shouted obscenities and threats as their party mocked him.

      ‘Maybe when your cousin is emperor you could ask him for the law,’ Varice suggested.

      ‘Ha! If he even remembers my name,’ Ozorne retorted. Varice’s face turned sad, and he quickly put a hand on her shoulder. ‘Oh, don’t. I’ll ask, when the day comes. I will.’

      They moved on to the theatre and enjoyed themselves thoroughly. That night, when Arram flung himself onto his bed, he was too happy to sleep. They had eaten their supper from the market vendors’ carts, sampling one another’s dishes. He now had a list of new favourites to try in the dining hall. They had watched a puppet show that made them laugh themselves silly, just as they had at the short comedy before the play. The play itself was a heroic one, full of winged horses, a dragon, and a valiant hero. It was thoroughly satisfying, even from the high, cheap seats. Arram was surprised at how carefully his new friend paid out his coin, until Ozorne explained his mother said he must learn to manage his purse.

      Arram thought of all of this as he lay in bed and grinned. What a fine day! He had friends!

      At breakfast the next morning Varice looked at their bleary eyes and pale faces and smirked.

      ‘Did you get any sleep?’ she asked as they entered the dining hall.

      ‘A little,’ Ozorne mumbled. ‘Then he woke me up by scribbling and muttering about immortals. I asked what fascinated him so, and the next we knew it was daybreak.’

      ‘It was wonderful,’ Arram said. ‘Usually I talk to people about things and they just say “Huh?” or “Don’t ask stupid questions.”’

      ‘But you’re at the university now,’ Varice protested.

      ‘We were talking about the banishment of the immortals,’ Ozorne explained.

      Varice’s face lit. ‘I don’t suppose you know if they used kitchen witches or hedgewitches, people like that to help, do you?’ she asked Arram. ‘I don’t see how they could have kept the little creatures from escaping without mages to work the smaller magics.’

      ‘I told you she ought to have been there,’ Ozorne said as he disentangled himself to gather a tray, bowl, and spoon.

      Arram did the same, frowning in preoccupation. ‘I think I saw a book somewhere on how regular mages worked against the magics of the small immortals. It was very old but interesting, and it’s written in Common.’ He looked at Varice, who was putting melon and a roll on her tray. Embarrassed, he said, ‘I’m sorry – you’ve probably read it.’

      ‘No, I haven’t!’ she cried. ‘And I’ll die without it! Would you find it for me?’

      Arram grinned at her. He really had found two actual friends, who talked about book things, watched exciting theatre shows, and enjoyed their food!

      He took a chance with a personal question. ‘You remember we told you about the robbers, don’t you?’

      She halted and cast a look at Ozorne. While they chose their meals, he was settling in at an empty table, out of hearing. ‘Of course I do. It’s just like Ozorne to have a trap laid.’

      ‘Well, he asked one of the thieves if he was from Siraj. Why would he do that? Because of his father?’

      Varice nodded. ‘He took his father’s passing very hard. So did his mother. His sisters are a little better. … I suppose it’s different when you’re a boy. You get ideas, like you should have been there, and you could have saved him. Don’t ask him about it, though.’

      ‘I won’t – it’s why I came to you,’ Arram assured her.

      She handed him an orange, then said quietly, ‘Sometimes he … gets angry if he tangles with someone he believes is from Siraj. His friends – his real friends – do their best to keep him out of that kind of trouble.’

      ‘Of course,’ Arram said, looking at Ozorne. Their day at the market had been tremendously fun, due to him and to Varice. He’d do anything for them. ‘You can count on me,’ he told her.

      THE IMPERIAL UNIVERSITY OF CARTHAK

       The School for Mages

      The Lower Academy for Youthful Mages

      SCHEDULE OF STUDY, AUTUMN TERM, SECOND HALF,

      435 H.E.–SPRING TERM, 436 H.E.

      Student: Arram Draper

      Learning Level: Semi-Independent

      Breakfast – Third Morning Bell

      Morning Classes

      History of the Carthaki Empire

      Birds and Lizards: Anatomy

      Language: Old Thak

      Lunch – Noon Bell

      Afternoon Classes

      Mathematics

      Recognition of Sigils – Second Half Autumn Term

      Fish and Shellfish: Anatomy – Spring Term

      Analysis of the Written Word: The Technique of Common Writing – Second Half Autumn Term

      Analysis of the Written Word: The Technique of Writing: Sigils – Spring Term

      Meditation

      Supper – Seventh Afternoon Bell

      Extra Study at Need

       CHAPTER 4