


Thom considered it, looking at his hands. “I’ll tell Coram we’ll work magic on him if he says anything,” she said at last. She chewed her thumb, thinking this over. “What about Coram and Maude? They’ll be traveling with us, and they can tell us apart. “And-well, I’ll handle the rest when it happens.” And you’ll turn into a girl-you know, with a chest and everything.” “What about your hair? You can’t go swimming naked, either. And I’ll go to the palace and learn to be a knight!” The Daughters of the Goddess are the ones who train young boys in magic, remember? When you’re older, they’ll send you to the priests. Say in the letter that you’re to be a sorcerer. You can imitate his writing, so you can do new letters, saying we’re twin boys. “Tomorrow he gives us the letters for the man who trains the pages and the people at the convent. “What’s it?” he asked suspiciously.Īlanna looked around and checked the hall for servants. That’s it!”įrom the look on her face, Thom knew his sister had just come up with yet another crazy idea. They always teach the girls magic-” The thought hit her so suddenly that she gasped. “I hate falling down and whacking at things! You’re the one who likes it, not me!”

“D’you think I like that stuff?” he yelled. “Why do you get all the fun?” she complained. “Tomorrow you leave for the convent, and I go to the palace. In face and body shape, dressed alike, they would have looked alike. The only difference between them-as far as most people could tell-was the length of their hair. Thom and Alanna of Trebond were twins, both with red hair and purple eyes. Shoulders back, Alanna.’ As if that’s all I can do with myself!” She paced the floor. “‘Walk slowly, Alanna,’” she said primly. “D’you think I want to be a lady?” his sister asked. “I don’t want to be a knight! I want to be a great sorcerer! I want to slay demons and walk with the gods-” “He doesn’t care about anything, except his books and scrolls.” “He doesn’t want us around,” the boy muttered. His two children left the room, closing the door behind them. WE NEED NOT DISCUSS IT,” said the man at the desk.
