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Tamora Pierce

Protector of the Small 01

First Test

Keladry (known as Kel) is the first girl to take advantage of the decree that permits girls to train for the knighthood.

The only thing that can stop her is Lord Wyldon, the training master of pages and squires. He does not think girls

should be knights and puts her on probation for one year. It is a trial period that no male page has to endure and one

that separates the friendly Kel even more from her fellow trainees. But Kel is not someone to underestimate...

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Acknowledgments for this book, and this new series, reach back over years. I owe a debt of gratitude

to Jean Karl and Claire Smith, who oversaw the publication of the first eight books set in Tortall, and

made me think I might have a few more Tortallan stories still in me. My gratitude also goes to Mallory

Loehr and Craig Tenney, who did so much to bring about this latest installment in my burgeoning history

of the Eastern Lands.

I would also like to thank the kids who attended my appearance at the San Ramon Public Library in

San Ramon, California, one nice fall day in 1995, who made me realize that I should stop thinking about

Kel's story and write it; and my online fans, including the loyal members of my AOL fan club, whose

eagerness for Kel's story buoyed me up through a long, exhausting year.

For my Spouse-Creature, Tim, our buddy Raquel, and my e-friend Rick, my gratitude for all the

support, encouragement, ideas, and last-minute reads and fixes, without which I might not have what

sanity I yet possess. I would also like to express gratitude to Eyewitness Books for wonderful research

books with pictures, and to the cast and crew of The X-Files and the movie Pump Up the Volume, for

providing me with rich sources of ideas.

Lastly and most profoundly, this is for Kelly Riggio. I'm sorry you had to wait so long for it, and I hope

it is worth the wait.

Chapter 1:

DECISIONS

Alanna the Lioness, the King's Champion, could hardly contain her glee. Baron Piers of Mindelan had

written to King Jonathan to say that his daughter wished to be a page. Alanna fought to sit still as she

watched Wyldon of Cavall, the royal training master, read the baron's letter. Seated across his desk from

them, the king watched the training master as sharply as his Champion did. Lord Wyldon was known for

his dislike of female warriors.

It had been ten long years since the proclamation that girls might attempt a page's training. Alanna had

nearly given up hope that such a girl - or the kind of family that would allow her to do so - existed in

Tortall, but at last she had come forward. Keladry of Mindelan would not have to hide her sex for eight

years as Alanna had done. Keladry would prove to the world that girls could be knights. And she would

not be friendless. Alanna had plans to help Keladry through the first few years. It never occurred to the

Champion that anyone might object.

Alanna half turned to see Wyldon better. Surely he'd read the letter at least twice! From this side the

puffy scars from his battle to save the younger princes and princess were starkly visible; Wyldon's right

arm was in a sling yet from that fight. Alanna rubbed fingers that itched with the urge to apply healing

magic. Wyldon had the idea that suffering pain made a warrior stronger. He would not thank her if she

tried to heal him now.

Goddess bless, she thought tiredly. How will I ever get on with him if I'm to help this girl Keladry?

Wyldon was not flexible: he'd proved that to the entire court over and over. If he were any stiffer,

Alanna thought wryly, I'd paint a design on him and use him for a shield. He's got no sense of humor and

he rejects change just because it's change.

Still, she had to admit that his teaching worked. During the Immortals War of the spring and early

summer, when legendary creatures had joined with the realm's human enemies to take the kingdom, the

squires and pages had been forced into battle. They had done well, thanks to their training by Wyldon

and the teachers he had picked.

At last Lord Wyldon returned the letter to King Jonathan, who placed it on his desk. "The baron and

the baroness of Mindelan are faithful servants of the crown," the king remarked. "We would not have this

treaty with the Yamani Islands were it not for them. You will have read that their daughter received some

warrior training at the Yamani court, so it would appear that Keladry has an aptitude."

Lord Wyldon resettled his arm in its sling. "I did not agree to this, Your Majesty."

Alanna was about to say that he didn't have to agree when she saw the king give the tiniest shake of

the head. Clenching her jaws, she kept her remark to herself as King Jonathan raised his eyebrows.

"Your predecessor agreed," he reminded Wyldon. "And you, my lord, implied agreement when you

accepted the post of training master."

"That is a lawyer's reply, sire," Wyldon replied stiffly, a slight flush rising in his clean-shaven cheeks.

"Then here is a king's: we desire this girl to train as a page."

And that is that, Alanna thought, satisfied. She might be the kind of knight who would argue with her

king, at least in private, but Wyldon would never let himself do so.

The training master absently rubbed the arm in its linen sling. At last he bowed in his chair. "May we

compromise, sire?"

Alanna stiffened. She hated that word! "Com - " she began to say.

The king silenced her with a look. "What do you want, my lord?"

"In all honesty," said the training master, thinking aloud, "I had thought that our noble parents loved

their daughters too much to place them in so hard a life."

"Not everyone is afraid to do anything new," Alanna replied sharply.

"Lioness," said the king, his voice dangerously quiet. Alanna clenched her fists. What was going on?

Was Jonathan inclined to give way to the man who'd saved his children?

Wyldon's eyes met hers squarely. "Your bias is known, Lady Alanna." To the king he said, "Surely the

girl's parents cannot be aware of the difficulties she will encounter."

"Baron Piers and Lady Ilane are not fools," replied King Jonathan. "They have given us three good,

worthy knights already."

Lord Wyldon gave a reluctant nod. Anders, Inness, and Conal of Mindelan were credits to their

training. The realm would feel the loss of Anders - whose war wounds could never heal entirely - from

the active duty rolls. It would take years to replace those who were killed or maimed in the Immortals

War.

"Sire, please, think this through," Wyldon said. "We need the realm's sons. Girls are fragile, more

emotional, easier to frighten. They are not as strong in their arms and shoulders as men. They tire easily.

This girl would get any warriors who serve with her killed on some dark night."

Alanna started to get up. This time King Jonathan walked out from behind his desk. Standing beside

his Champion, he gripped one of her shoulders, keeping her in her chair.

"But I will be fair," Wyldon continued. His brown eyes were hard. "Let her be on probation for a year.

By the end of the summer field camp, if she has not convinced me of her ability to keep up, she must go

home."

"Who judges her fitness?" inquired the king.

Wyldon's lips tightened. "Who but the training master, sire? I have the most experience in evaluating

the young for their roles as future knights."

Alanna turned to stare at the king. "No boy has ever undergone a probationary period!" she cried.

Wyldon raised his good shoulder in a shrug. "Perhaps they should. For now, I will not tender my

resignation over this, provided I judge whether this girl stays or goes in one year's time."

The king weighed the request. Alanna fidgeted. She knew Lord Wyldon meant his threat, and the

crown needed him. Too many great nobles, dismayed by the changes in Tortall since Jonathan's

coronation, felt that Wyldon was their voice at court. If he resigned, the king and queen would find it hard

to get support for their future changes.

At last King Jonathan said, "Though we do not always agree, my lord, you know I respect you

because you are fair and honorable. I would hate to see that fairness, that honor, tainted in any way.

Keladry of Mindelan shall have a year's probation."

Lord Wyldon nodded, then inspected the nails on his good hand. "There is one other matter," he

remarked slowly. He looked at Alanna. "Do you plan to involve yourself in the girl's training? It will not

do."

Alanna bristled. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You wish to help the girl, understandably." Wyldon spoke as though the mild words made his teeth

hurt. "But you rarely deal with the lads, my lady. If you help the girl, it will be said that you eased her path

in some special way. There are rumors that your successes are due to your magical Gift."

"By the Goddess," snapped Alanna, crimson with fury. If the king had not forbidden her to challenge

men on personal grounds years before, she would have taken Wyldon out to the dueling court and made

him regret his words.

"Alanna, for heaven's sake, you know the gossip," King Jonathan said. "Stop acting as if you'd never

heard it before." He looked at Wyldon. "And you suggest… "

"Lady Alanna must keep from all contact with the girl," Wyldon replied firmly. "Even a moment's

conversation will give rise to suspicion."

"All contact?" cried Alanna. "But she'll be the only girl among over twenty boys! She'll have questions -

I could help - " She realized what she had said and fell silent.

King Jonathan gently patted her shoulder. "Is there no other way?" he asked.

Wyldon shook his head. "I fear not, sire. The Mindelan girl will be the cause of trouble as it is, without

the Lioness hovering over her."

The king thought it over. At last he sighed. "Lord Wyldon has the right of it. You must stay away from

Keladry of Mindelan, Alanna."

"But Jonathan - sire - " she pleaded, not believing he would do this.

"That is an order, lady knight. If you cannot accept that, say as much now, and I will find you work

elsewhere."

She stared at him for a long moment, lips tight. At last she got to her feet. "Don't tax yourself. I'll find

knight's work myself," she told him. "As far from Corus as possible." She stalked out of the room,

slamming the door in her wake.

The men stared at the door. Each of them was trying to remember if Alanna the Lioness had ever

spoken to Jonathan in that tone before.

* * *

Baron Piers and Lady Ilane of Mindelan watched Keladry read the reply from the training master. A

Tortallan who did not know them well might have thought the man and woman felt nothing, and that their

ten-year-old daughter was only concerned, not upset. That was far from true. The family had spent the

last six years living in the Yamani Islands, where displays of deep emotion were regarded as shameful. To

get the Yamanis to respect them, they had all learned to hide their feelings. Home in Mindelan again, they

still acted as Yamanis, hiding uneasiness and even distress behind still faces.

Kel struggled to reread the letter, afraid to say a word. If she did, her shaking voice would give her

away. Instead she waited as she tried to control the anger and sense of betrayal that filled her.

"It is not the reply we expected," Baron Piers said at last. He was a short, stocky man. Keladry had

his build, delicate nose, and dreamy, long-lashed hazel eyes. Her brown hair was several shades lighter

than his. When Kel did not reply he continued, "His declaration of ten years ago was that girls could

become pages. Nothing was said of probation then."

"Keladry?" asked her mother. "You can say what you feel. We are no longer among the Yamanis."

She was a thin, elegant woman, taller than her husband by nearly a head, with hair that had gone white

very early in life and a deep, musical voice. All Keladry had from her was height. At the age often the girl

was already five feet tall and still growing.

It took Kel a moment to register what her mother had said. She tried a smile. "But, Mama, I don't

want to get into bad habits, in case I go back with you." She looked at Lord Wyldon's letter again. She

had expected to be a page when her parents returned to the Yamani Islands in eighteen months. From

the tone of this letter, perhaps she ought not to count on that.

"It isn't right," she said quietly, even fiercely. "No boys have probation. I'm supposed to be treated the

same."

"Don't give your answer yet," Baron Piers said quickly. "Take the letter with you. Think about what it

says. You're not hasty, Kel - this is a bad time to start."

"Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short," added her mother in Yamani. "Be as

stone."

Kel bowed Yamani-style, palms flat on her thighs. Then she went to find someplace quiet to think.

First she went to her room beside the nursery. That wasn't a good choice. Two of her brothers' young

families lived at Mindelan. With the children and their nursemaids next door, there was enough noise to

drown out trumpets. No one had seen her creep into the room, but her oldest nephew saw her leaving it.

Nothing would do for him but that she give him a piggyback ride around the large room. After that, all of

the older children wanted rides of their own. Once that was done, the nursemaids helped Kel to escape.

She tried to hole up by the fountain in the castle garden, but her sisters-in-law were there, sewing and

gossiping with their maids. The kitchen garden was her next choice, but two servants were there

gathering vegetables. She stared longingly at her favorite childhood spot, the highest tower in the castle,

and felt a surge of anger. Before they had gone to the islands her brother Conal had teasingly held her

over the edge of the tower balcony. Until that time she had visited the top of that tower at least once a

day. Now the thought of it made her shudder.

There were hundreds of places she might use around the castle, but they were all indoors. She needed

to be outside. She was trying to think of a place when she remembered the broad, shallow Domin River,

which ran through the woods. No one would be there. She could sit by the water and think in peace.

"Miss?" called a voice as she strode through the inner gate in the castle wall. "Where might you be

going?"

Kel turned to face the man-at-arms who had called to her. "I don't know."

The man held out a small horn. "If you're not going to the village, you need one of these." He spoke

carefully. The baron and his family had been home only for three months, and the people were still not

sure what to make of these strange, Yamani-like nobles. "They told you the rule, surely. Any time you go

outside the castle or village, you take a horn. You never know when one of them monsters, centaurs or

giants or whatever, will show its face."

Kel frowned. The legendary creatures that had returned to their world five years before had an

unnerving way of showing up when they were least expected. For every one that was harmless or willing

to get on with humans, there were fistfuls that weren't. Bands of men-at-arms now roamed throughout the

fiefdom, searching for hostile visitors and listening for the horn call, which meant someone was in trouble.

I'm not going very far, she wanted to argue, but the Yamanis had taught her to obey a soldier's

commands. She accepted the horn with a quiet thank-you and slung it over one shoulder. Checking that

Lord Wyldon's letter was tucked securely in the front of her shirt, she left the road that led from the castle

gate and headed through their orchards. Once past the cultivated trees she entered the woods, following

a trail down to the water.

By the time she could see a glint of silver through the trees she had worked up a mild sweat. The day

was warm and the walk was longer than she had thought it would be. When a rock worked its way into

her shoe, she sat on a log to get it out.

"It's not right," she muttered to herself, undoing the laces that held the leather around her ankle. "You're

a page for four years. That's how it's been done for centuries. Now they're going to change it?" When

she up-ended the shoe and shook it, nothing fell out. She stuffed a hand inside, feeling around for the

stone. "And just because I'm a girl? They ought to treat me the same. All I want is the same chance as the

boys. No more, no less. That's right, isn't it?" She winced as a sharp edge nipped one of her fingers.

Working more carefully, she wiggled the bit of rock out of a fold in the leather. "Probation is not fair, and

knighthood training has to be fair."

The stone was out; her mind was made up. If they couldn't treat her the same as they would the boys,

then she wasn't going to settle for a half portion. She would have to become a warrior some other way.

Kel sighed and put her shoe back on. The problem was that now she would have to wait. The Queen's

Riders took volunteers when they were fifteen or older. The queen's ladies, those who were expected to

ride, handle a bow, and deal with trouble at Queen Thayet's side, went to her in their fifteenth year as

well. And who was to say Kel wouldn't be living in the Yamani Islands by then?

One thing she knew: convent school, the normal destination for noble girls her age, was not a choice.

Kel had no interest whatever in ladylike arts, and even less interest in the skills needed to attract a

husband or manage a castle. Even if she did, who would have her? Once she'd overheard her

sisters-in-law comment that no man would be interested in a girl who was built along the lines of a cow.

She'd made the mistake of repeating that comment to her mother, when Kel's plan to be a page had

first come up. Her mother had gone white with fury and had put her daughters-in-law to mending several

years' worth of old linens. It had taken a great deal of persuasion for Kel to convince her mother that her

quest for knighthood did not mean she wanted to settle for second best, knowing she would never marry.

Getting Ilane of Mindelan to agree to her being a page had been a negotiation every bit as complicated as

what her father had done to get the Yamanis to sign the treaty.

And see the good that did me, Kel thought with disgust. Lord Wyldon offers me second best anyway,

and I won't take it. I could have saved my breath talking Mama around.

She was ready to get to her feet when the sound of bodies crashing through the brush made her look

up. Gruff voices reached her ear.

"Hurry up!" a boy growled from near the river. "Do you want us t'get caught?"

"The Cow's at home," replied a second boy's voice. "She stays there all morning."

Kel stood, listening. If they were on the lookout for her, then they were up to something bad. In just

three months she had taught the local boys she was someone to respect. Kel grabbed a sturdy fallen

branch and ran toward the voices. Racing into open ground between the trees and river, she saw three

village boys. They were about to throw a wriggling cloth sack into the Domin.

Her mouth settled into a tight, angry line; her hazel eyes glittered. "Put that down!" she cried.

The boys whirled, startled, dropping their burden on a half-submerged tree limb. One of them punched

the smallest in the shoulder. "Home all morning, eh?"

Kel shouted, "I know all of you! And you know the law in Mindelan-no killing of animals without the

baron's leave!"

The biggest, taller than she by half a head, advanced. The other two were right behind him. "Who's to

make us stop, Cow?"

The Yamanis had taught her well. She waded into the boys, using her club as an equalizer. She

whacked them in the belly so they couldn't breathe, and on the collarbones and biceps so they couldn't

raise their arms. One youth punched her face; he caught her on the outside of one eye. She changed her

grip on her branch and swept his feet from under him, then stood on one of his arms.

Another lad grabbed a branch and swung at her; she blocked it with hers, then rammed the length of

wood into his stomach. He doubled over, gasping. Kel shoved him into the third boy. Down they went in

a tumble. When they untangled themselves, they ran. Their comrade also chose to make his escape.

Kel looked around for the sack. The current had tugged the tree limb on which it rested out into the

deeper, faster water at the center of the river. She didn't hesitate, but waded into the water. Kel was a

good swimmer and the river here was fairly shallow. She doubted that whatever small creatures were

struggling in the sack could swim.

Movement on the far bank made her look up. What she saw made her halt, cold water rushing around

her thighs. Something black and strange-looking walked out from under the shelter of the trees. It looked

like a giant furred spider nearly five feet tall, with one difference. The thing had a human head. It stared at

Kel, then grinned broadly to reveal sharp teeth.

Her flesh crawled; hairs stood up on her arms and the back of her neck. Spidren, she thought,

recognizing it from descriptions. Spidrens in our woods.

Like most of the legendary creatures that now prowled the human realms, they were virtually immortal,

immune to disease and old age. They died only when something or someone took pains to kill them. They

fed on animals and human blood. No one could get spidrens to make peace with human beings.

The thing reared up on its back legs, revealing a light-colored shaft at the base of its belly. From it the

spidren squirted a high-flying gray stream that soared into the air over the river. Kel threw herself to one

side, away from the gray stream and the sack she was trying to catch. The stuff was like rope. She

realized it was a web when it fell in a long line across the surface of the water. It had missed her by only a

foot. The spidren bent and snipped the rope off from its belly spinneret with a clawed leg. Swiftly it began

to wind the length of web around another clawed foot. As it dragged through the water, the sticky thing

caught on the cloth sack. The spidren reeled in its catch as a fisherman might pull in a line.

Kel brought the horn up to her mouth. She blew five hard blasts and might have continued to blow until

help came, as the spidren gathered up the sack. It discarded its web with one clawed foot, held the sack

with a second, and reached into it with a third. The beast grinned, its eyes never leaving Kel, as it pulled

out a wet and squirming kitten.

The horn fell from the girl's lips as the spidren looked the kitten over. It smacked its lips, then bit the

small creature in half and began to chew.

Kel screamed and groped on the river bottom with both hands for ammunition. Coming up with a

stone in each fist, she hurled the first. It soared past the spidren, missing by inches. Her next stone caught

it square in the head. It shrieked and began to climb the bluff that overlooked the river to its left, still

holding the sack.

In the distance Kel heard the sound of horns. Help was on its way - for her, but not for those kittens.

She scrabbled for more stones and plunged across the river, battling the water to get to the same shore

as the monster. It continued to climb the rocky face of the bluff until it reached the summit just as Kel

scrambled onto the land.

Once she was on solid ground, she began to climb the bluff, her soaked feet digging for purchase in

soft dirt and rock. Above, the spidren leaned over the edge of the bluff to leer at her. It reached into the

sack, dragged out a second kitten, and began to eat it.

Kel still had a rock in her right hand. She hurled it as hard as she had ever thrown a ball to knock

down a target. It smashed the spidren's nose. The thing shrieked and hissed, dropping the rest of its meal.

Kel's foot slipped. She looked down to find a better place to set it and froze. She was only seven feet

above the water, but the distance seemed more like seventy to her. A roar filled her ears and her head

spun. Cold sweat trickled through her clothes. She clung to the face of the bluff with both arms and legs,

sick with fear.

Leaving its sack on the ground, the spidren threw a loop of web around a nearby tree stump. When it

was set, the creature began to lower itself over the side of the bluff. Its hate-filled eyes were locked on

the girl, whose terror had frozen her in place.

Kel was deaf and blind to the spidren's approach. Later she could not recall hearing the monsters

scream as arrows thudded into its flesh, just as she could not remember the arrival of her brother Anders

and his men-at-arms.

With the spidren's death, its web rope snapped. The thing hurtled past Kel to splash into the river.

A man-at-arms climbed up to get her, gently prying her clutching fingers from their holds. Only when

Kel was safely on the shore, seated on a flat rock, was she able to tell them why she had tried to kill a

spidren with only stones for weapons. Someone climbed the bluff to retrieve the sack of kittens while Kel

stared, shivering, at the spidren's body.

Her brother Anders dismounted stiffly and limped over to her. Reaching into his belt-pouch, he pulled

out a handful of fresh mint leaves, crushed them in one gloved hand, and held them under Kel's nose. She

breathed their fresh scent in gratefully.

"You're supposed to have real weapons when you go after something that's twice as big as you are,"

he told her mildly. "Didn't the Yamanis teach you that?" During the years most of their family had been in

the Islands, Anders, Inness, and Conal, the three oldest sons of the manor, had served the crown as

pages, squires, then knights. All they knew of Kel's experiences there came in their family's letters.

"I had to do something," Kel explained.

"Calling for help and staying put would have been wiser," he pointed out. "Leave the fighting to real

warriors. Here we are." A man-at-arms put the recovered sack into his hands. Anders in turn put the bag

in Kel's lap.

Nervously she pulled the bag open. Five wet kittens, their eyes barely opened, turned their faces up to

her and protested their morning's adventure. "I'll take you to our housekeeper," Kel promised them. "She

knows what to do with kittens."

Once the animals were seen to and she had changed into a clean gown and slippers, Kel went to her

father's study. With her came a small group of animals: two elderly dogs, three cats, two puppies, a

kitten, and a three-legged pine marten. Kel gently moved them out of the way and closed the door before

they could sneak into the room. Anders was there, leaning on a walking stick as he talked to their

parents. All three adults fell silent and looked at Kel.

"I'll do it," she said quietly. "I want the training, and the right weapons. Anders was right. It was stupid

to go after a spidren with stones."

"And if they send you home at the end of a year?" asked Ilane of Mindelan.

Kel took a deep breath. "Then I'll still know more than I do now," she said firmly.

Piers looked at his wife, who nodded. "Then we'd best pack," said Ilane, getting to her feet. "You

leave the day after tomorrow." Passing Kel on her way to the door, her mother lightly touched the eye

the village boy had hit. It was red, blue, and puffy - not the worst black eye Kel had ever gotten. "Let's

also get a piece of raw meat to put on this," suggested the woman.

The next evening, Kel made her way to the stables to visit her pony, Chipper, to explain to him that the

palace would supply her with a knight's mount. The pony lipped her shirt in an understanding way. He at

least would be in good hands: Anders's oldest son was ready to start riding, and he loved the pony.

"I thought I might find you here," a voice said as Kel fed Chip an apple. She squeaked in surprise. For

a man with a limp and a cane, Anders moved very quietly. "You know we'll take care of him."

Kel nodded and picked up a brush to groom the pony's round sides. "I know. I'll miss him all the

same."

Anders leaned against a post. "Kel… "

She looked at him. Since the incident on the river the day before, she'd caught Anders watching her.

She barely remembered him before their departure to the Islands, six years ago - he had already been a

knight, handsome and distant in his armor, always riding somewhere. In the months since their return to

Mindelan, she had come to like him. "Something the matter?" she asked.

Anders sighed. "Do you realize it's going to be hard? Maybe impossible? They'll make it tough. There's

hazing, for one thing. I don't know when the custom started, but it's called 'earning your way.' It's just for

the first-year pages. The senior ones make you run stupid little errands, like fetching gloves and picking

up things that get knocked over. You have to do it. Otherwise it's the same as saying you don't have to

do what the older pages did, as if you think you're better than they are. And older pages play tricks on

the young ones, and some of them will pick fights. Stand up for yourself, or they'll make your life a

misery."

"In the rules they sent, fighting isn't allowed."

"Of course it's forbidden. If you're caught, they punish you. That's expected. What you must never do

is tattle on another page, or say who you fought with. That's expected, too. Tell them you fell down -

that's what I always said. Otherwise no one will trust you. A boy told when I was a page. He finally left

because no one would speak to him."

"But they'll punish me for fighting?"

"With chores, extra lessons, things like that. You take every punishment, whatever it's for, and keep

quiet."

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