Arri- July 20, 2004

July 20, 2004
Dear Keish,

The first person I went to see after arriving home with Uncle Winthrop and Nysa back in Rousha was Brynn. I wanted to see if I could finally get the orange color out of her hand. It took a lot of concentration, but I succeeded in the end. Brynn was very happy to not have to wear gloves so much anymore. We talked for a while about the spell you and Imato found in the Chronicle. Brynn is very interested in how it works, but I couldn’t really explain much since I haven’t seen the spell yet. I’m not as good at explaining spells as you are anyway.
Since I was successful in healing Brynn’s hand, I thought that it was time to try to heal Father, so I went to the mental home. Dr. Rascada listened to my description of how I healed the boy fairy and Brynn. He doesn’t know much about healing though, so he didn’t have any comments. He agreed, however, that I should try to heal Father. It was early afternoon and Father was asleep. I crept quietly up to his bed and took his hand. His face was twisted in a tense frown as if in pain, but he didn’t move. I closed my eyes and sent magic into him. I’m not sure what I expected, but I didn’t find any foreign particles like the alchemy powders. The only thing I noticed was that it was impossible for me to sense his brain. There seemed to be some kind of wall around it that I couldn’t see past. Several of his bones had been broken and rehealed. That wasn’t unexpected. Father broke his leg in battle when I was two years old. The cracked ribs seemed more recent. There was also a healed bone in his right hand and a crack along his skull. Broken arm bones I didn’t know the age of… I didn’t know what I could do for them. I suppose if it was possible to heal bone scars Mother would have done so with the older ones. It is possible to heal scars on the skin, but I don’t know how.
In the end I had to give up. I released Father’s hand and stared blankly out the window over his head. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t despair, Lady Arri,” Dr. Rascada murmured, “You’re only at the beginning of your training. You’ll find a way.”
Father slept on through the afternoon and I left without him knowing I had been there.

I wonder why Brooksby is so scared of you. It really doesn’t make any sense. If he was going to spend all his time hiding from you, why did he take the position in the first place?
I think that I wouldn’t like to live in a palace. One advantage to living in Odsreq was that there were very few formal dinner invitations—none actually. I miss Odsreq. Maybe Lord Schieving learned his lesson and he won’t invite you to dinner anymore.
That spell sounds really complicated. It’s intimidating to think that I will have to participate in it. The secondary spell means we’ll get all of the family wedding invitations for years. According to Trena the youngest person who needs to participate in the spell is still a baby. The day after I visited Brynn and tried to heal Father I started contacting our relatives. It made the most sense to start with the great-aunts and uncle because they know how to contact all their descendants, even though they don’t have to participate in the actual spell.
You are right: Gretel needs her own horse. I hope I can come with when they go shopping for one.

Great Aunt Filomena Pason, Katja’s oldest sister is almost as frail and thin as the healer fairy. At Brynn’s suggestion I sent a note first explaining the nature of my planned visit, that way I wouldn’t be dropping in unannounced. Aunt Filomena lives with her son Master Kado Pason and his wife Heba in one of the new town houses of Old Rousha. I was surprised to learn that I had relatives living so nearby. It took only fifteen minutes to walk to their street. I knocked on the door and was immediately received by the butler. They observe all the formalities, so I had to wait to be announced. Then I was led up into the drawing room where Aunt Filomena and Mistress Pason received me.
The first person my eyes rested on was Aunt Filomena. She was sitting in a wheelchair, nearly buried under a pile of crocheted blankets in bright colors. One hand gripped the arm of her chair with a tremor visible from across the room. Not far away stood Mistress Heba, our cousin by marriage. Tall and sturdy with white-streaked black hair, she regarded me curiously. I swept into what I hoped was my best curtsey.
“Mistress Pason, Mistress Heba,” I greeted them.
“Lady Arrietta,” Aunt Philomena nodded her head solemnly, “I am pleased to have you visit. It has been a long time… a long time…” she trailed off, pale eyes moving to her daughter-in-law.
“Welcome,” echoed Mistress Heba softly.
It was hard to observe all the formalities of society when I wanted to get straight to the point and talk about the spell to protect the next generation, but I could see that it would not do. Aunt Philomena’s attention wandered. Once she referred to me as Katja and once as a lady I’ve never heard of. Mistress Heba corrected her gently.
“Heba is always kind to correct me,” Aunt Filomena told me, “I think my mind has reached its limit with respect to years. It wants to start back at the beginning. Now we should get to the purpose of your visit before I forget and introduce myself all over again.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Now you want to perform a spell to protect my children from the fairies?” she cocked her head at me.
“Your grandchildren,” I agreed and briefly described Liop’s attempted abduction.
“Yes, we had quite a bad time of it when our brother Ennis was taken,” nodded Aunt Filomena, “Father chased him through the fairy rings for several years, nearly sank us into poverty with negligence to his profession, before Mother could make him see reason. The fairies are not to be trifled with. Are you quite sure this spell will work?”
Not knowing much about the spell there was little I could say to this expect to affirm my faith in Imato and your skill.
“If my brothers, Keish, and I succeed in protecting our children, there’s a chance the fairies might turn to yours.” I watched Mistress Heba tense at my words, her eyes worried.
“Yes, yes, we must protect the children,” Aunt Filomena agreed, “Well, I will trust your judgment on the matter. I know little of magic. I’m surprised to learn there is any in my descendants. Heba, write a note to Liana and her family. They must come here and quickly.”
Mistress Heba smiled gently, “You told me just the same this morning and it is done, Mother.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” said Aunt Filomena, “It’s so good to know that I’m just as smart in the afternoon as I was this morning.” She chuckled a bit.
“I assume you have other visits of this nature to make?” she asked me.
“Yes, Aunt,” I said.
“Well then, I won’t keep you here. Don’t be a stranger, dear. You are welcome anytime.”
I thanked them and excused myself.

I had to take a taxi to reach Great Uncle Omaha, Bastion’s younger brother, living on the western edge of Rousha. He was not as old as Aunt Filomena, although still old.
“Really now, niece,” he said when I was shown into the study, “I doubt any of my children contain enough magic to concern the fairies.”
“The thing is,” I explained, “They’re feeling kind of vengeful right now, because they didn’t get to keep Liop. This spell will make them furious. They might take a child with virtually no magic just because they can.”
He frowned at me thoughtfully. “Not wanting to stir up old ghosts, dear, but such a complicated spell must also be dangerous. No offense, but was Winthrop involved in its development?”
“Imato found the spell in the Chronicle,” I explained, reddening, trying to think of a proper defense for Uncle W. “Winthrop is very good at magic,” I said finally, but Uncle Omaha only raised an eyebrow at me.
“I see,” he said after a minute.
“It’s a good spell,” I repeated helplessly.
“I’d feel better if Winthrop didn’t participate,” said Uncle Omaha, “I’m sorry.”
“He has to participate, because he has the stone. Besides, the Winged Lioness said everyone needs to participate,” I said, feeling desperate.
“The Winged Lioness?” he looked at me sharply.
“Yes,” I said, “she’s the one who told me we need more than just the descendants of Bastion and Katja.”
Uncle Omaha frowned at his desk.
“Well, that puts a different spin on things,” he said finally, almost to himself. He looked up, “Is Winthrop back in favor with the Lioness?”
“Umm…” I said uncertainly, “I don’t really know… for sure. He wasn’t, but that was before he started doing magic again, and I haven’t really talked to Trena about Uncle W. since before. Maybe he is again?”
It wasn’t the greatest explanation, but Uncle Omaha got something out of it. His whole demeanor changed.
“I will certainly act on the advice of the Winged Lioness,” he said.
“You’ll come?” I asked, wondering how my uncertain answer to his question could have changed anything.
“Your servant,” he bowed. I was startled and didn’t know what to do.
“Thank you,” I said finally.
“It’s the least I can do for someone who’s on a first name basis with the Lioness,” he replied, smiling at my confusion, “I will send word to my grandchildren and to my sister Javana and her family.”
Keish, I’m still not sure I understand his reasoning, but at least he’s coming.

The next relative to visit was our second cousin Alando, whose parents and grandparents have already passed on. His home was not far from Uncle Omaha’s. His reaction to my visit was of great surprise. His mother never showed any sign of magical abilities and it had never occurred to him that he might have any. I couldn’t really get any sense of magic from him, but Trena had assured me it was there. His son, Cline, unexpectedly had a slight aura around him. He might have as much magic as Liop, but I really don’t have enough experience to say for sure. When I explained the situation Alando and his wife readily agreed to come. They promised to relay the message to Alando’s twin sister Gladys although she has no children and probably never will, but they still hope things might change for her.

I’m going to leave this letter with the Prens. Over the last few days I’ve received notes from all of our relatives that want to participate in the spell. All of the sixteen people Trena named are coming. Several noted that they had been planning on coming to the wedding anyway and thanked us for the convenient timing. I suppose it is convenient from their perspective. There’s no point in sending this letter since you are almost here. I would hand deliver it, but Clara wants me today. Aegolius is going to make some reflections. At least by leaving it with the Prens I know you’ll get the list at the earliest possible moment.
I hope you had a good trip. I’ll see you soon.

Love,
Arri


This is the list of who wants to participate in the spell. I gave you their age and how they’re related to us too, because I hadn’t ever heard of a lot of them.

9 Beagan Brio (age 19) – grandson of Omaha (younger brother of Bastion)

7 Vijay Gray (22) – grandson of Javana (younger sister of Bastion)
8 Karen Gray (21) – wife of Vijay
18 Isidro Gray (1) – son of Vijay

10 Corey Gray (18) – younger brother of Vijay

11 Sheila Haden (14) – great-granddaughter of Filomena (older sister of Katja)
12 Hollis Haden (12) – younger brother of Sheila
13 Kado Haden (10) – younger brother of Sheila

3 Alando Honeywell (35) – grandson of Twaina (older sister of Katja)
4 Teresa Honeywell (31) – wife of Alando
15 Cline Honeywell (7) – son of Alando
16 Liesle Honeywell (6) – daughter of Alando

2 Gladys Honeywell (35) – twin sister of Alando

5 Twaina Day (30) – granddaughter of Twaina
6 Kirkus Day (39) – husband of Twaina Day
17 Liop Day (4) – son of Twaina Day



Dear Keish,

This is a list of words you can use for the spell. It isn’t a very extensive list, because Arri said I had to correspond expenditiously. It’s a good list, though. I can come up with sandillions of words if you want me to.

beautifully chaotic
raspo torkinyo morri (Iconese)
aflunters
fine snocksnarls
yardra gilsp (Neahmese)
awful problem
complex spell
complicated problem
nmorrgrhh (Grestian)
probleme complique (French, but when I asked Liop where that language came from, he didn’t know.)

Love,
Liop

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Arri- February 11, 2004

February 11, 2004

Dear Keish,
I went to talk to Father this morning. Aunt Nysa and I couldn’t start lessons till after Uncle Winthrop had left for the day, because I haven’t exactly discussed it with him yet. Of course, the morning would be half gone by then, so I put a leash on Coulter and walked to the hospital. Kestrel led the way and nothing remotely dangerous happened. I think Coulter was probably relieved. I told Father all about my decision to let Aunt Nysa teach me magic. Then I tried to imagine what his answer would be.
I came back to the apartment in time for breakfast. Aunt Nysa was cooking. She’s getting very good. Actually, I think she uses magic when no one’s looking, but I would use magic to cook too, if I knew how.
After breakfast Uncle W. walked Liop to school and then from there he went to his shop, so Aunt Nysa and I were left alone. It was at that moment that I realized we didn’t have a basement to practice in. I thought about this as we dried dishes. Somehow it didn’t seem right to practice in a room with breakable objects.
“Are you ready?” asked Aunt Nysa. She sounded nervous, as though afraid I might change my mind.
“We should find someplace safer,” I said, setting the last glass in the cupboard and latching the door so Nozama couldn’t get in.
“We could go to the Brio caves,” suggested Aunt Nysa.
I stared. “How would we get there?”
“Through your fairy book; you’ve done it before,” Aunt Nysa looked surprised, “The magic will resonate in the cave and you will grow stronger.”
We got my fairy book and opened it to the page with the lioness.
“Will the lioness be there?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” answered Aunt Nysa, “I’ve only seen her there once.”
I wanted to ask about that, but Aunt Nysa took my hand.
“Concentrate on the picture,” she instructed, “you shouldn’t need a magnifying glass.”
I concentrated, half-frightened, remembering my last experience in those caves. Suddenly Aunt Nysa jerked my hand so hard that my arm almost came out of its socket. I blinked and looked around. We were in the cave.
Aunt Nysa looked as surprised as I was.
“It wasn’t supposed to…” she murmured but trailed off thoughtfully. Yellow torch light flickered across her face. I looked around for its source and found it in a sconce on the far wall. Suddenly another torch lit next to it. Then another. The three torches together cast enough light that I could see other dead torches lining the rough walls of the cave. Aunt Nysa was lighting them one by one with narrowed eyes and just the slightest movement of her head. It was magic the way you do magic, Keish, wordless and full of power.
In the growing torch light I could see that this was not the cave with the dais where you defeated Gessair. It was the room full of objects that I saw in my dream and also from the first time I used the magnifying glass. I found the helmet and shield and many other objects, most bearing the crest of the hart. Many, but not all, were made of expensive materials and encrusted with multicolored jewels.
“What is all this?” I asked.
“It is the treasure of the Brio clan,” said Aunt Nysa simply.
“Can I touch it?”
“It is yours to touch,” she replied, “anyone of Brio ancestry may come to this cave and claim any objects they want.”
I picked up a helmet and ran my hand over the etchings. I studied the strange script along its edge. I could feel magic saturating the cave, though none in the helmet itself.
“Some of the things are magical,” said Aunt Nysa. She picked up a long quill of gold and handed it to me. I felt a buzz of magic as I ran the tip against my palm.
“What does this one do?”
“It never runs out of ink.”
How wonderful! I stroked the smooth surface as I continued to look about. Keish, it would take hours to describe everything in that room— dishes, weapons, tools, jewelry. I hardly know where to begin. You must see it yourself. Eventually I remembered my magic lessons. Aunt Nysa led me away from the treasure hall to an empty chamber.
“How do you know so much about this place?” I asked.
“I’ve been here many times,” she answered, “It is a neutral place for fairies, not in a fairy ring, not out.”
“If you came here you must have known you were a Brio,” I thought aloud. Aunt Nysa didn’t answer, but her brows knit together thoughtfully.
“Someone brought me here first— Jezreel,” she ran her hands over the walls, “It was a safe place.”
“Tell me about it.”
Aunt Nysa didn’t answer. Instead she laid her head up against the cold, rough granite and closed her eyes. Listening? Her long, blonde hair fell over her face, hiding her expression. I waited.
“I can’t remember,” she concluded sadly.
To start the magic lessons, Aunt Nysa handed me a round glass ball, hollow like the one I broke when Brynn first tested my magic. I shrunk away and didn’t take it.
“I might break it,” I said.
“You won’t,” said Aunt Nysa. She took my hand and placed the ball in it.
“What spells do you already know?” she asked me.
“Just the ones Brynn taught me— the growth spell and the color change spell. I can cast them pretty well, if I concentrate.”
“The color change spell will do,” Aunt Nysa responded, “I want you to form the spell and hold it in the center of this bauble. Don’t let it actually penetrate anything. Just hold it in the center of the sphere.”
I stared at her, bewildered.
“Hold the spell in the…the air?” I asked. Could something like that be possible?
“Yes,” said Aunt Nysa simply.
“Can Keish do that?” I asked.
“I think Brynn would have taught her this,” Aunt Nysa said slowly, “all fairies learn this strengthening exercise. Haven’t you ever…” She trailed off as I shook my head.
“I’ll try though,” I said. I looked at the glass ball uncertainly. Silence gathered in the room. Sometimes I think silence has an echo.
I didn’t have the slightest idea how to begin, but I supposed a color… I thought of my favorite shade of sea green and pronounced the spell. In a moment the glass of the bauble glowed flashed green in the flickering torch light. I shook my head, reversed the spell, and tried again. Eventually I lost track of how many times the bauble turned green. Aunt Nysa never said a word, but I could feel her eyes on me. I felt stupid and frustrated. The muscles of my hand ached from gripping the ball too tightly, as though I could force the spell into the ball with mere physical strength.
Suddenly it shattered.
“Oh!” I jumped back in surprise as glass shards brushed past my arms and face. Aunt Nysa jumped too. Fortunately, as had happened that first time when Brynn tested my magic, I miraculously was unhurt. Even Aunt Nysa survived my clumsiness. She shook the glass from her skirts, snapped her fingers and returned the ball whole and undamaged to my hand.
“I don’t think this is working.” I said.
“You’re concentrating too hard on the glass. Just focus on the space between it.” Aunt Nysa replied. She frowned at me. I tried not to show how tired I was getting.
“Okay.” I stared at the inside of the ball and began the spell again, trying to keep my grip on the glass loose. It was hard not to tense my muscles as I concentrated. I thought about the air in the center of the sphere. I thought about the color green.
“There!” I shouted triumphantly as the inside of the ball turned a foggy shade of green.
Aunt Nysa didn’t answer for a few seconds.
“You’ve changed the color of the air particles,” she said finally.
All my excitement crashed and I sat down on the floor.
“No, it was a good spell,” said Aunt Nysa quickly, “it takes a lot of concentration to change air particles. She took the ball from me and turned it around. “You changed every particle,” she declared, “that’s really very good, even if it isn’t what you were trying for.”
I looked up at her. I felt like crying.
“Oh, Arri,” said Aunt Nysa, “keep trying. Please, keep trying.” she returned the bauble to me. I sat with it in my lap and closed my eyes. If I cast the spell blindfolded, I could do no worse. I tried it. When I opened my eyes, the glass was green. I don’t know why I thought it wouldn’t be.
I held the bauble before my face. I tried not to think about glass or air or anything at all. I just said the words of the spell. I felt a little magic, but of course it had no where to go, so it faded. I said the spell again, concentrating on the magic inside me.
“That’s good,” said Aunt Nysa, breaking my concentration, “just move it into the bauble.”
I said the spell again and again and again, and finally I started to feel that I could move it, that it was a kind of object in itself. I moved it toward the bauble. It dissipated the moment it left my body, but still it seemed like progress. I tried again.
“You did it!” Aunt Nysa exclaimed as the spell moved smoothly into the sphere, a faint colorless shimmer, but nothing more.
I was exhausted, but I practiced for another hour, until I realized the day was long gone.
I did it, Keish! I can hold the spell inside the glass for several minutes before it fades. Aunt Nysa says I have to practice until I can hold the spell for over an hour. Then she will begin to teach me other spells. Is this how Brynn taught you? Did you have so much trouble at first.
That’s as much as I have energy to write tonight. It’s dark out and I’m so sleepy, but I had to write this down before I go to bed…

February 13

I fell asleep with my head on the writing desk. Magic is exhausting, Keish.
Why are all the Prens whispering about you? I had lunch with Taty today and she seems to take it for granted that you’ll be returning to Rousha soon. I don’t think she realizes that I don’t know what she already knows. But you didn’t know either the last time you wrote, so why should I know? I never know anything I’m supposed to anyway. Everyone’s always telling me that, even Liop. When Imato and I were kids and we lived in Siskyil, we had two tree houses with a talking wire strung between them. I wish someone would figure out how to make a talking wire stretch all way to Adya, so every time I wanted to talk to you, I could just pick up a sound funnel.
“I have a proposition for you, Arri,” I looked up from the novel I was reading. It was The Lady in the Forest that Taty loaned me and I was deeply engrossed in trying to figure out whether it would be better to be hung from the bell tower for treason or to commit suicide jumping over the prow of the warship and into the sea. Really I didn’t want to talk about anything until I found out what the Lady Merriam decided. But Uncle W. looked serious, so I closed the book.
“Sensational trash,” said Uncle Winthrop when he saw what I was reading, “what would your father say?”
“Taty likes it, and I’ve never read a novel before.” I really have no idea what Father would say, and I doubt Uncle W. knows either. He waved his hand dismissively.
“I’ve been thinking about your schooling and your desire to become a healer,” he began somewhat awkwardly. I sat up. Uncle W. tugged nervously on his short beard.
“Arri, I think a person should have a balanced perspective on any career they choose in life. Like I’ve told Liop many times, if you’re going to learn math, you ought to learn grammar to balance it…” Uncle W. paced before me as though delivering an important lecture. “If you want to learn magic, you ought to learn science. That’s why I’ve tried to introduce Liop to alchemy. If you want to learn healing… well, you ought to learn medicine. Understand?”
No, but I didn’t say so out loud.
“You have a good mind, Arri. I’ve thought that for a long time. You’d have done very well in an academy. You’ll do very well in college, medical school actually.”
He waited. I didn’t say anything. “Arri?” he asked.
“College?” I asked finally, “I can’t go to college! Have you ever heard of a girl who went to college?”
“Madame Athica.” Uncle Winthrop was better prepared than I thought. “She discovered the different blood types. Surely they taught you about her in history?”
It’s been three years since my last history class, but I think I’d have remembered something like that.
“But how did she get in?” I asked curiously.
“By special permission of the King.”
“Where is she?”
“She died of old age about twenty years ago, but the point is, she went medical school.”
My head was spinning. I shook it back and forth to clear my thoughts.
“But I’ll be the only girl in the whole school…”
“If I can get you in, will you at least try?” Uncle Winthrop’s voice was almost a plea. “If you promise to start medical school in the fall, I promise not to stand in your way of any magical education you want.”
It’s the craziest idea I’ve ever heard, Keish. I wish I had time to get your opinion. College? Do you think maybe Uncle W. stood in the rain under a full moon last night? More importantly, if I study medicine, will it help me to cure Father? Or will it only slow down my magic studies? Maybe that’s the point…

February 15

I just got your letter and I think I understand why all of the Prens are talking now. What does it feel like to be in love, Keish? I see Imato and Gretel together, and I try to remember Mother and Father. But I really don’t understand it. I’d like to someday. Imato says I’m still too young. I suppose he’s right, but when I was watching you and Jace at the ball, I suddenly realized that it might be fun to be good at dancing.
I will go to see Jace today, right after breakfast. Well, Uncle W. says to keep things proper I have to visit Taty, but that should amount to the same thing, I think. Your encounter at the ball must have been terrifying! How are you ever going to feel safe again? You may have found all the Narls in Arrella, but what about Elcaro? At least you’re so much more powerful than they are. The times I met the Narls, I barely escaped. You could drain someone’s magic? I have to admit I shuddered when I read that. But Keish, you didn’t actually do it. That’s what counts, isn’t it?
Do you feel grown up? You’ve made a serious proposal to the king about changing life in Arrella and it’s been accepted. I wish I had been there to see! Uncle W. says education is the only way to change the world. I told him about your idea and his eyes lit up with pride. I overheard him telling his customers about it in the chemistry shop. He keeps bringing it up in all our conversations. Sometimes I wonder if he’s forgotten that you also do magic.
If I were in mourning for my intended, I wouldn’t have to accept invitations to tea with people I don’t know, would I? But Imato would be so mad! I suppose it’s better not to— besides, I don’t have a black dress.
We met with the King and Queen again. This time Brynn wasn’t invited. No council table stood in the great hall. I was surprised to see Queen Elspeth since she knows now that I’m not marrying Prince Tulson. She smiled and greeted me warmly. King Trunsle was more business-like. I think he was in a hurry.
“Have you made your decision?” he asked, looking mainly at Uncle Winthrop.
“We’ve come to an agreement,” Uncle W. responded. There was a pause in which I took a deep breath. Uncle W. continued: “I have agreed to let Lady Arri study healing on condition that she balance this dangerous profession with one of sound science. To that effect, I would like to enroll her in medical school for the fall.”
I think the King would have been less surprised if Uncle W. had declared war. Like me, he seemed to think Uncle W.’s speech had lost something in translation. He waited for Uncle W. to clarify himself, but Uncle W. was silent. I felt my face turning bright red with every second and I looked desperately for some object to focus my attention on. My eyes found the national flag above the thrones and focused on its bright colors.
“Lord Brio, I don’t think this is a suitable solution for a young lady,” he said with emphasis.
“Why?” I could hear Uncle W.’s natural stubbornness in the word.
“Well, for one thing, she has never attended an academy. She doesn’t even have a Lady’s diploma— nor is she enrolled the classes to obtain it. Do you really think it would be fair to waive the education requirements for medical school? How would she keep up with the other students?”
They were all very good points.
“As I understand it,” Uncle W. never faltered, “the only actual requirement is to pass an entrance exam.”
“Yes, but why put your niece through a grueling three-day exam that she can’t possibly hope to pass?”
“I think she will pass it,” Uncle W. declared.
The king looked as baffled as I felt.
“But she has no education…” he began again.
“But if she does pass it?” Uncle W. demanded.
“If she does pass it,” said Queen Elspeth, “you’ll have a much stronger argument.” She smiled at me.
Uncle W. bowed to her and she dipped her head in acknowledgement.
“I need your permission for her to take it,” he concluded.
“You had better give your word of honor to never bring another ridiculous scheme before the court again,” began the King.
“I’ll grant it,” Queen Elspeth interrupted him, “but, Lady Arri,” and her eyes became firm, “please remember you will not help your cause or the cause of women if you take this lightly.”
Frightened, I nodded. The cause of women? Keish, I think I may be in over my head. I don’t know anything about the cause of women. Do they teach it in feminine politics? At least I think I can be sure that class won’t be on the test.
I did speak with Taty and Jace this morning and Jace is waiting for your own letter before he will believe me that you’re okay. He is glad, though, that he didn’t hear through the news first. And he sends his love.
For your birthday, I am sending you a set of erasers that will magically clean any blackboard and never need to have the dust pounded out of them. Aunt Nysa helped me with the spell. Liop is adding a set if multi-colored chalk. He says they will change color every fifteen seconds as you write. (I think he got the spell right this time.) Happy birthday!
Very Happy Birthday!Love,Arri and Liop
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Imato, Gretel, Liop- October 25, 2003

October 25, 2003
Dear Arri,

After considerable study, Prince Tulson and I have determined the location of the rock formation you described. Try to stay near it- we are coming for you. We expect it will take us several days to reach you, but we will come in haste. Prince Tulson will be accompanying me as will his cousin, Mendel, who is recently arrived having not believed the story Lakeisha spread concerning your disappearance.

Lakeisha assures me that this pigeon, borrowed by Prince Tulson from the royal birds here, will find you but she says the spell will not last long and that this bird will return to the castle immediately upon giving you this letter.

Stay Safe,

Sorry he’s so gruff-- you know how he gets when he’s worried, and he certainly is that. He is, of course, holding Keish responsible, but she ignores him when she is with us. She has been quite withdrawn, so that is not often. I hope you will be glad they are coming to find you-- they won’t allow Keish or I to come. Jace is remaining with us, and naturally so are Brynn and Taty. Since Jace is almost the only one Keish will respond to, we decided that was for the best. Brynn says to let her alone, but I am worried. I do not wish to worry you, though. Liop, of course, is being left behind as well, which he is unhappy about.

I am sending some things for you with Imato. I thought you’d be happy to see some fresh clothing. I made up a package of fruits and herbs as well, and healing herbs that Brynn says you will know how to use if you just trust your instincts. She says you are the only one to take care of Glory right now.

Hope all is well with you.

Arri, Imato says I have to stay here-- and Keish agrees. She threatened to turn me into a fire newt and put me in a bowl on a shelf if I did not promise to stay. I wish I could see you but Imato says he will bring you back soon.
Love 　

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Gretel- Sept. 20, 2003

September 20th

Dear Arri

We’ve had a bit of excitement here. Lakeisha, whom we both know doesn’t always think about what is good for her, did a simple divining spell after receiving your letter; but unfortunately, her power is greater than we knew. The spell came on so strong that she collapsed right there. Luckily, Liop had been helping her with it, and he ran and found me and told me everything that had happened. It was really quite lucky that he was with her. Since he’s come she’s taught him a few little things, and he’s caught on very quickly, so he had some idea what was wrong. We got her into bed, and Liop and I have been attending her, since she hasn’t woken up yet. We’ve had to make up an excuse to tell Lord Adlen; she doesn’t want him to know what’s really going on until it all gets sorted out.

She’ll be fine, thankfully. Liop and I did some research and she should wake up this evening. If not, we’ve sent a message to Brynn, rather discreetly of course, and if Keish doesn’t wake up we’ll send for her to come as swiftly as she can. (She is visiting friends near the sea for a few days.)

Liop says to tell you that Keish said it was okay if you didn’t get her warnings in time and that Mendel knowing about the griffin trap was probably what bothered her. She could tell he was keeping something hidden and that worried her. He also says for you to go to Mendel’s home if anything should happen, since the prince isn’t there. He says Keish said that would be the safest thing if there was any trouble. Not that she thought there would be, but just in case.

When you send Hermes back with a response, I‘ll have Keish write. I’m going to make her rest before she tries to do anything. (You’ll notice that I’m writing on the back of a note Keish left her father-- it seemed the only way to get Hermes to carry it. Liop may be under the impression that he talked Hermes into it, though.)

Imato and Liop both send their love, as do I.



Dear Arri,

Sorry I scared you, Nozama wasn’t supposed to hide the note. Guess what, Keish helped me learn to talk to animals! She said that it must be a natural gift because most people can’t do it. Gretel is glad I can, though, because I talked Hermes into taking these, even though they are from us, instead of Keish. It wasn’t an interesting conversation, though. All he wanted to talk about was birdseed. Every time I tried to talk about something else, Hermes would just peregrinate back to birdseed. I know you like him, but he’s brobdingnagianly boring after a while. Keish says Uncle Winthrop could talk to animals too! I wonder if he doesn’t do it because their all edacious like Hermes. She found out a few things about the Brio family, but I forget what all of them were, so she will have to tell you. She also said that the bad luck is sort of a myth, but I forget all the stuff she said about that too. All I remember is she said you shouldn’t worry about it.

Gretel says I have to end now so that Hermes can leave. She also says to send Hermes back quick since Keish will be anxious to write.

I miss you.

Love,

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