Wild Magic

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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

Copyright © Tamora Pierce 1992

Map copyright © Isidre Mones 2017

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Source ISBN: 9780008304072

Ebook Edition © August 2018 ISBN: 9780008304089

Version: 2018-09-11

‘Tamora Pierce didn’t just blaze a trail. Her heroines cut a swathe through the fantasy world with wit, strength, and savvy. Pierce is the real lioness, and we’re all just running to keep pace.’

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To Raquel Wolf-Sister and Tas Horse-Hearted

who opened my heart to the songs of all beasts

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Praise for Tamora Pierce

Dedication

Map

Chapter 1: Girl with a Pony

Chapter 2: The Hawk

Chapter 3: Spidrens and Meditation

Chapter 4: The Queen’s Riders

Chapter 5: Wild Magic

Chapter 6: Magelet

Chapter 7: Buzzard Rocks

Chapter 8: Pirate’s Swoop

Chapter 9: Siege

Chapter 10: Listening Far Enough

Epilogue

Afterword

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Each year, at the end of March, a great fair was held in Cría, the capital of Galla. Like thousands of others in the Eastern Lands, Onua Chamtong went there to do business: buying ponies, in her case. This year she had another transaction to make and was having no luck with it. By the end of her fifth day at the fair, it seemed she would never find the assistant she required. The prospect of taking her animals south, with no one to help, was an unpleasant one.

‘Excuse me – Trader Onua?’ The speaker was a girl, shy and country bred. ‘I heard you was hiring. I’m’ – she paused, then went on – ‘a fair hand with animals, all kinds.’ She waited as Onua looked her over: a girl in a green wool dress, skirts short enough to show leggings and boots. Brown curls tamed by a head-scarf fell to thin shoulders. A soft, full mouth said she was vulnerable; her chin was entirely stubborn. A quiver filled with long arrows hung on her back, a bow rested in her hand, unstrung.

‘Is that yours?’ the trader asked, pointing.

Blue-grey eyes flashed. ‘I’d not have the nerve to carry it otherwise.’

‘Hmph. String it.’ The girl hesitated. ‘Just what I thought,’ Onua jibed. ‘Whose is it, really?’

The girl brought a coiled string out of her sash. With ease she fitted it to one end of the bow and set it against her foot. Raising the free end of the string, she brought the other end of the bow down, hooking them together neatly. The bow strung and in her grip, she turned sideways to it, caught the string in two fingers, and drew it back to her ear in a smooth, practised gesture. Now Onua could see she wore an archer’s wrist- and armguards.

‘I’d put an arrow up,’ the girl said, gently releasing the string, ‘but I’d hit someone, surely.’