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Gritting her teeth, she counted to five, then slowly closed her wings and waited a few seconds before beginning the exercise again.
    She would find other work… paying work…and she would work hard and save and one day have that place of her own. And she would soar again, riding thermals over land that was more beautiful than anything she'd ever seen back home. She would…
    "Did you hem that dress?" Luthvian's voice stabbed out of the dark.
    Marian winced, wondering how long the Black Widow Healer had been watching her. Reminding herself that she had nowhere else to go…yet…she turned. "As I explained, Lady Luthvian, I can't hem the dress until you have the time for a fitting so that I can make sure the length is correct."
    "I told you how much to take it up."
    Her younger sisters had said the same thing to her in the same sneering voice…and complained bitterly to their mother when the hem fell too long or too short because they insisted she should be able to hem something without wasting their time.
    "Nevertheless," Marian said, fighting to keep her voice respectful, "I would feel more confident about the length if I pin the dress while you're wearing it."
    The silence that followed made Marian uneasy. A Black Widow was too dangerous a witch to antagonize, and Luthvian could do far more than hurt her body.
    "They don't work. You know that, don't you?" Luthvian said.
    "I don't understand." A ball of fear settled in her belly.
    "The wings. They were damaged too severely.You'll never fly again."
    The fear sharpened into pain. "No. Lady Angelline said…"
    "Jaenelle is a decent Healer, but she has little knowledge or experience when it comes to Eyriens. I have both. And I'm telling you those are only for display now. You'll never fly again. If you try, you'll only end up damaging your back so badly you won't be able to work enough to
    earn your keep, and then where will you be?" Luthvian's voice softened. "You'd be better off having them removed. If they're gone, you won't be tempted to do something that would cripple you."
    No, Marian thought as tears filled her eyes. No!
    "I can do it for you." Luthvian's voice was quiet and persuasive. "In a month, you won't remember what it felt like to have them."
    "No!"
    Luthvian's voice turned cold. "Please yourself. But if you do something that makes you useless, don't expect to remain here!'
    She didn't hear Luthvian walk away, but she heard the kitchen door close. She stayed outside for a long time, hunched over to try to ease the pain that twisted her up inside.
    She'd hoped being in Kaeleer meant a promise at a new life, a better life. But nothing had changed for the better. If anything, the life ahead of her was worse than the one she'd left behind.
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    FIVE
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    Lucivar glided toward the courtyard in front of his eyrie, glad to be home. He'd spent the past week visiting the villages in Ebon Rih, meeting with the Queens who ruled the Rihlander Blood villages of Doun and Agio, and talking to the council members who ran the larger landen villages. The non-Blood Rihlanders were afraid of him…with good reason. The Blood might be a minority among any race, but the power that lived within them made them the rulers and guardians of the Realms. For the most part, the Blood ignored the Ian-dens and the landens kept away from the Blood. Reminding village council members that they were now answerable to an Ebon-gray Warlord Prince wasn't going to make them sleep easy for a while.
    Hell's fire. It didn't make him sleep easy. He'd spent most of his life ignoring or defying anyone's claim of authority over him. Now he was the authority who was going to draw the line and stand against anyone in his territory who dared step over it.
    He wasn't sure he liked being on that side of the line, but he'd adjust to the formality directed at him from the Queens' courts in Doun and Agio. At least in Riada, which was the closest village to Ebon Askavi and was also his "home" village, the