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hung, suddenly from Pavek's face.
"You don't need to look so happy."
"Is this your choice? If Telhami's tired-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I've held the door for other
beginners; I can hold it for you."
They left the village together, Akashia's progress through Quraite's mysteries
didn't yet permit her to ride the guardian's power from one part of the
oasis to another, as Telhami did. Curiosity overcame her reservations-she'd
had few opportunities to talk with someone who lived inside the massive yellow
walls of Urik, and none at all with anyone who'd lived a templar's life. She
peppered him with questions that he answered with grunts and shrugs. In equal
parts frustration and compassion, she let the one-sided conversation die.
Pavek, who could have easily kept pace with her, fell a good fifteen steps
behind and remained there until the rippling green meadow of her grove spread
before them.
Watching from the corner of her eye, she waited for his reaction. Quraite's
children most often bounded into the air, squealing with delight, or plunged
face-first into the sweet-smelling wildflowers she nurtured. Pavek got
a few paces into the waist-high grass and stopped cold.
"Where's the path? I don't know where I'm walking. I can't see my feet. I
might step in the wrong place."
Not a child, Akashia thought ruefully, and not a man, either, but broken.
"There is no wrong place, Pavek," she called, then added with a mischievous
laugh: "Unless you make it wrong."
He chewed uncomfortably on that, and she came close to shame for
teasing him. But this was her grove-her special place in all Athas-and
being here filled her with a joy that banished everything else.
"Stop worrying! Open your eyes, your heart, and relax___
Start moving!"
Pavek stayed where he was.
"Race me to the center!"
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"Is that a command?" he demanded, fists resting on his hips. "A part of
today's lesson?"
Broken. Just-Plain Pavek was definitely broken. The essence of druidry was
wild and reckless, on the verge of danger, like the land itself. He'd never
master it if he thought in terms of commands and obedience.
"Yes! The only lesson, if you can't catch me."
She was light-footed and began with a ten-pace lead, but she could hear the
grass parting and snapping beneath
his sandals as she entered the stand of trees she'd inherited from the grove's
earlier druids. Elves were one thing; she knew she couldn't outrun an elf, or
Ruari, for that matter. But a heavy-footed human male? It was embarrassing,
and she leaned into the longest stride she could manage until she was a step
short of her grove's bottomless pool. Then, taking a deep breath, she dived
into the water, a mere-but significant-half-step ahead of him.
"You lose! No lessons today...!"
She expected Pavek to be in the water behind her, but he was bent
over at the edge of the water, pale and panting.
"Water's deep. Can't swim."
Akashia pulled herself out of the pool. She sat on a rock,
wringing water from her hair, berating herself for taunting Pavek. It
was discourteous, and dangerous-even when she could call upon the
guardian's power. And it would have been avoidable, if he'd been willing to
answer any of her questions about life in Urik.
"No lesson?" he asked.
She began a damp braid before giving Pavek a narrow-eyed look. Sweat flowed
down the ugly scar on his cheek, and his ribs still heaved. He hadn't even
slaked his thirst. For all of her unfairness, there wasn't a trace of
anger or outrage in his expression, only a hint of disappointment in the
slope of his shoulders.
"Should I leave? I can find my way back to the village."
"Pavek! Don't leave. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" His head tilted toward a rising shoulder. "Why be sorry? You made the
game. You made the rules. You won. Druid lore is safe for another day. Don't
worry-I'll be careful; I'll stay out of sight. Telhami won't know, unless you
tell her." He started away from the pool.
The half-finished braid slipped through her fingers as she stood. She caught
up with him under the trees.
"First lesson: There are no rules in druidry. It's nature-all flow and change.
Don't be afraid to let go. And don't leave; I
am sorry." She wanted to pat his arm. Quraiters touched each other when they
were happy, sad, or anxious.
But she hesitated before touching a templar.
Pavek shied away. "I don't understand." He sidestepped toward the
village. "Magic is magic. I've read the scrolls; the spells are the
same. There must be rules."
"Come to the pool, I'll show you."
This time she didn't hesitate. She wrapped her hands firmly around his wrist
and dragged him to the pool like a stupid-stubborn erdlu.
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