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Street Magic
by Tamora Pierce
The Circle Opens Quartet Vol. 2
Street Magic
Copyright © 1990 by Tamora Pierce Printed in U.S.A.
TO GWEN WEBER
S0 EAGER TO GET TO THIS WORLD OF GREAT BOOKS
THAT SHE SHOWED UP EARLY, AND TO HER LOVING PARENTS,
HEATHER MARS AND ERIC WEBER,
WHO WILL ENSURE SHE GETS PLENTY TO READ!
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
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Acknowledgments
GLOSSARY
CHAPTER ONE
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In the city of Chammur, on the eastern border of Sotat:
For centuries it had been called "fabled Chammur," "Chammur of the Flaming Heights," and
"Mighty Chammur." For twelve hundred years the city on what was now the easternmost border
of Sotat had straddled the trade routes from Capchen to Yanjing. Chammur was guarded on the
west by the Qarwan River. In the north and east were riddled mazes of the flame-colored stone
that provided the oldest part of the city with a sanctuary from bandits and warlords alike.
For Dedicate Rosethorn of Winding Circle temple in Emelan and her fourteen-year-old student
Briar Moss, Chammur was a stop on a journey to distant Yanjing. Briar had only ever heard the
name of the city and little more. Rosethorn, though, had been fascinated since she'd first read of it,
and she was able to tell him something of its history on their way east. Her knowledge came from
books and this trip with Briar was her first chance to actually see the place that she had studied for
so many years.
The original town, Rosethorn said, had been built first on, then in, the spur of stone called
Heartbeat Heights. Then it spread to the cliffs on either side. The shepherds, goatherds, and
miners who originally settled the area had kept to the rocky mazes that stretched out for miles. It
was easy to hide from any force that tried to prey on them in thousands of wind- and water-carved
heights and canyons.
As trade prospered between east and west, the value of Chammur's site and its nearness to the
river drew merchants and farmers, who took advantage of the security of the stone apartments. As
the city grew crowded, the wealthiest and most powerful moved their homes to the flat, open
ground between the heights and the river, where they could surround themselves with elaborate
houses and gardens. They also promoted themselves to the nobility: the cousins of the present
amir, or ruler, were among them. Although Chammur belonged to Sotat on any map, and its
people bowed to the king in Hajra in the west, the truth was that the Chammuri amirs were kings
in everything but name, and had been so for centuries.
Rosethorn and Briar's journey was a kind of working study program for Briar. No matter where
they went, people could always find work for green mages, skilled with plants and medicines.
Chammur was no different. Within days of their arrival, before they had completed their sight-
seeing, they had gotten so many requests for magical aid that Rosethorn knew they had to stay for
a while. She moved herself and Briar out of the Chammuri Earth temple's guest quarters and into
a house next door on the Street of Hares. Once settled, she began to work with Chammur's
farmers, Briar with the local Water temple and its stores of medicines and herbs.
Six weeks after their arrival, Briar at least had finished his work. The Water temple now had a
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store of powerful medicines and herbal ingredients that would hold them for a year, two if they
were careful. After weeks of intense magical labor, Briar decided he owed himself a treat.
He approached the giant, enclosed arcades that held the souks, or markets, of Golden House and
the Grand Bazaar with his hands in his pockets, whistling. He looked like many local males in his
linen shirt, baggy trousers made from lightweight wool, and boots. His golden brown skin was
vivid against the cream-colored linen. He wore no turban or hat as the Chammuri men and boys
did, but left his black, coarse-cut hair uncovered. His thin-bladed nose might have come from any
family native to the area. Even his gray-green eyes could have come of a match between a local
and a passing merchant: races mingled here every bit as freely as they did in Briar's former homes
of Hajra and Summersea.
His destination was Golden House. He'd been in and out of the Grand Bazaar for weeks, buying
oils, dried imported herbs, cloth for bags and jars, all for his work at the Water temple. Shopping
there had given him the chance to look over the big and lesser specialty markets of the Bazaar. It
wasn't until he'd tried to arrange for a day and a booth from which to sell his miniature trees that
he learned of Golden House. That was the place for him, the men who sold booth spaces had
explained. In Golden House buyers found mages and magical supplies, precious metals, rare
woods like ebony and sandalwood, jewelry, and precious and semiprecious stones. Briar's
miniature trees, which were not only works of art but were also shaped to draw particular magical
influences to a home, belonged in Golden House.
By the time Briar had made arrangements for a stall there, he'd had to rush to be home for supper.
Today he wanted a good look at Chammur's wealthiest marketplace.
As he approached the two muscular guards at the door, he smiled impishly at them. They stirred,
wary. He knew he looked like a student, perhaps, or even a merchant's son, in clothes that were
very well made by his friends in Summersea. He was even wearing boots. The guards had no real
reason to bar him from entering, no matter how loudly their instincts might shout that he had the
air of a thief.
"Hands," one of them said when Briar would have strolled by.
He held them out, palm-down, and sighed. The guard who had spoken looked for jailhouse
tattoos, and saw a riot of leafy vines that went from under Briar's nails up to his wrists. The guard
blinked, looked into Briar's eyes, looked at his hands again, and nudged his partner. The other
man looked at Briar's hands, blinked, met the boy's eyes, then stared at those vines again.
Briar was used to it. At one time he had indeed had prison tattoos, a black ink X etched into the
web of skin between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. In most countries, they marked two
arrests and convictions for theft. When Briar turned thirteen, he'd gotten tired of being turned
away from places or followed in them. Without consulting Rosethorn, he'd brewed some
vegetable dyes and borrowed his friend Sandry's best needles. His plan had been to create a
flowering vine tattoo to blot out the telltale Xs. He had not realized that vegetable dyes, exposed
to his green magic, might not stay under his control. The final, colorful result blotted out the
jailhouse tattoos as surely as if those crude black Xs had never existed. The new designs also
made Briar's hands into miniature, often-changing gardens that were far more conspicuous than
his old tattoos.
"Hey, they moved—and they're moving under the fingernails," one guard exclaimed, pointing. He
looked at Briar. "Don't that hurt?"
"No," Briar said patiently, used to the reaction and the comment. "But my arms do when I have to
keep holding them out like this."
Both guards scowled and waved him into the souk. Briar tucked his gaudy hands in his pockets
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and wandered into the main aisle. He avoided the stalls that peddled precious woods and gums.
There was enough living power in those things still to hurt, especially when a touch would show
him the original tree in all its splendor. He walked by the gold and copper aisles with only a
glance. His friend Daja, a metal mage, would have plunged in here. One day he would explore
and write her about it, but not today.
He turned down Pearl Alley, going from stall to stall, examining bowls of pearls with an expert's
eye. Every color and size imaginable was here, from tiny white seeds destined as trimming to
black orbs the size of his thumbnail, for use as ornaments or ingredients for magic. The
neighboring aisle brought him to sapphires of every color. Rubies came next, then emeralds, then
opals.
At no point did Briar take his memorable hands from his pockets. Every stall was supervised by
an alert shopkeeper and by one or two guards. They had reason to be wary. Briar guessed that one
in five shoppers might be a thief, working alone, with a partner or two, or even with the better
class of gang here in Chammur Newtown. He couldn't have said what told him someone was not
on the straight, but he trusted his instincts.
He particularly suspected those young men and women who were his age or just a bit older. A
number of them sported a small yellow metal nose ring from which hung a roughly shaped garnet
the size of a pomegranate seed. Still others wore a distinctive costume, white tunic over black
breeches or skirts. The jewelry was high-priced for a gang mark—Briar's old gang had just wound
a strip of blue cloth around their biceps—but the nose ring and pendant looked like a gang mark
all the same, and the black and white clothes had to be gang colors. He wasn't surprised to find
more than one gang here—souks were traditionally grounds where gangs roamed under truce.
He came to a long aisle where those who peddled semiprecious stones sold their wares. Here the
crowd was thicker: more people could afford carnelian and amethysts than pearls. That was
particularly true of the local mages, hedgewitches, and healers. Only rich mages could afford to
use pearls and rubies in their work, but even students could find moonstones or mother-of-pearl
discs that would be acceptable substitutes in their spells.
Briar was looking at a basket of malachite pieces, wondering if they might anchor the magic in his
miniature trees, when a nicker of light caught his eye. He turned, scanning the aisle. This time the
light came as a dart of silver in a stall across from him. Briar knew that particular fire well. Few
mages could actually see magic as he did; no one who was not a mage would even notice it.
Curious, he sauntered over for a look.
Now, here's something, he thought as he drew near. The stall's owner, a barrel-chested man,
perched on a stool among his baskets and bowls of stones. Beside him a scruffy-looking girl
picked through a bowl of tiger-eye pieces, polishing selected ones with a cloth and setting them
aside in a round basket. As she rubbed, silver light flowered, then faded to ember-strength, in the
pieces she handled. Briar also saw that the guard who stood watch between this stall and its
neighbor kept his eyes on the traffic, not on the girl, though the owner never took his eyes off her.
She was known, then, or she wouldn't have been allowed to stop for half a breath within reaching
distance of the stall.
This man sold a bit of everything. Briar identified jade, amber, moonstone, onyx, lapis lazuli, jet,
malachite, and carnelian before his knowledge of stones ran out. Now that he was looking closely
at the wares, he could see a row of small baskets like the one in which the girl put her polished
stones on a shelf beside the stall's owner. Those stones all showed a seed of silver to Briar's
magical vision.
"Say, kid, how do you do it?" Briar asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Make their
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magic light up like that?"
The girl spun to face him, as wary as a wild animal. She was a foot shorter than Briar's five feet
seven inches, and she looked to be nine or ten. A skinny waif, she had the bronze-colored skin and
almond-shaped brown eyes of a Yanjing native. Wisps of black hair stuck out from under the dirty
scarf wrapped around her head. She wore a long tunic and trousers of unguessable color, aged and
speckled with holes. Even though it was autumn, she was barefoot.
"It's all right," Briar assured her cheerfully. "I'm a mage myself. Are you calling to magic already
in them, or are you just laying a charm on them?"
The girl put down her basket and cloth. She smiled just as cheerfully as Briar had—and ran.
He stared after her, baffled. "What did I say?" he asked the stall's guard. The man ignored him
still, watching passersby in the aisle.
The stall's owner left his stool to walk over to Briar. He was short, his body powerfully muscled
under his rich silk tunic and draped satin trousers. His skin was a little darker than Briar's, his hair
and eyes black. Briar figured him for a westerner, since he didn't wear the turban preferred by
eastern men. "What did you run her off for?" the man demanded sharply. "Evvy's no thief."
"You said something" argued the stall's owner. "Now look. She'd barely started."
"What's she do here?" Briar asked, curious. "What's her name? 'Evvy,' you said?"
The owner shrugged, not quite meeting Briar's eyes. "She's just a street kid," he replied. The word
for baby goat was slang for a child in Briar's native Imperial as well as in Chammuri. "She
polishes some of my pieces, and I throw her a few coppers."
"Then he triples the price and sells them to the mage trade," the shopkeeper across the aisle called,
his voice waspish. He was seated at a bench as he worked on jewelry. "Just because he realized
the ones she handles sell quicker."
"He spoke of magic, Nahim Zineer," the sharp-voiced man retorted, pointing at Briar. The boy
glanced at the awning overhead: gold embroidered letters read NAHIM ZINEER: CRYSTALS,
PRECIOUS, AND SEMIPRECIOUS STONES.
"If she's a mage, what's she doing living in some Oldtown cave like an animal?" Nahim
demanded, glaring at the jeweler. "She's just got a hand with cleaning stones, that's all." To Briar
he said, "And I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't frighten her off again."
"At least not until she's done all the baskets," quipped his neighbor.
Briar wandered off, shaking his head. It was possible the girl might not know of her gift. Some
magic hid in most things, waiting for a mage with the right power to call it forth. That had been
the case with Briar and the three girls who had shared a house with him at Winding Circle temple
in Summersea. None of the four had shown the traditional signs of magical power, but all their
lives they had been fascinated by particular ordinary things, things they later discovered were
magically bound to them. In Briar's case his magic had drawn him to plants. Only at Winding
Circle, under the supervision of four extraordinary mage-teachers, had he and the girls learned
about their unusual magics, and the ways they could be used. What if there was no one like
Niklaren Goldeye, the mage who had seen Briar's magic and taken him to Winding Circle, in
Chammur? This girl might never be trained in the use of her power. Worse, if it broke away from
her—as magic often did when its bearer could not control it—she would find herself in real
trouble.
Briar was so lost in thought that he didn't realize he had attracted companions until two youths
slid up on either side of him. Two more oozed out of the crowds ahead to block his advance. If
Briar had cared to gamble he would have bet there were two more behind him. All of the ones he
could see wore the yellow metal nose ring and garnet drop; all moved together without discussion.
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They nudged him to one side, trying to direct him down a dimly lit aisle. Briar stopped. There was
no telling what they'd do in some dark niche. He had no intention of finding out. He saw no
weapons, but that meant nothing: he carried nine. Theirs were probably tucked in the same places
that his were. They were barefoot or in sandals, so at least they had no boot knives, and he did.
The ties that kept his wrist knives in their sheaths were twisted hemp. They came undone at his
command, letting the hilts slip down into his palms. "You kids run along and play," he told the
youths in heavily accented Chammuri. "I'm just minding my own business."
One of them, a short black youth, crossed his arms over his chest. "You're on Viper ground,
eknub"—foreigner.
"You got me wrong." Briar met the speaker's eyes. "I'm not in your business." His tongue fumbled
with the unfamiliar Chammuri words. He hoped they meant the same things they did in the west.
"I'm just shopping. Besides, souks are free zones. You can't claim them for territory."
The youth beside the first speaker raised an eyebrow. He was tall, lean, brown-skinned, sixteen or
seventeen years old. His eyes were like stones. "If it barks like a dog, eats like a dog, walks like a
dog—it's a dog," he said lazily. "You look like competition to us, eknub. And outside these doors,
you're on Viper territory."
Briar scratched his head. A rude answer, even if it made him feel better, would only dig him into
more trouble, not less. "The competition's all in your minds, boys," he informed them. "I'm just
passing through."
The black youth met Briar's eyes. "You better be telling the truth," he cautioned. "We don't like
poachers."
"Not at all," the taller boy added.
The Vipers faded into the crowd with the ease of long practice.
Briar slid his wrist knives back into their sheaths, and ordered the hemp ties to lock them in place
again. So the nose ring and pendant meant Viper. He wondered who the black-and-white gang
was, and if they knew the Vipers had claimed the streets around Golden House.
Not my headache, he realized, turning down the aisle where charms were sold. I've said my good-
bye to gangs.
It lacked an hour to sunset when he left Golden House and turned his face toward the home he and
Rosethorn had rented on the Street of Hares. Traffic was heavy now as people came inside the
walls, their workday at an end. Briar dodged camels, mules, and people, briefly touching each
plant that reached for him from the ground and from the windows of different houses, giving them
some affection before he ordered them back to their pots or trellises. He was still thinking of that
street girl.
His last stop was the small souk near home, to purchase what he needed for supper that night.
He'd learned to cook in the four years he'd lived with Rosethorn, her friend Lark, and the three
girls, and it was a very good thing. When Rosethorn finished her day's work here, she could
barely think, let alone cook. Briar had taken over the chore completely without comment.
Once most of his other purchases were made, he stopped at his favorite cookhouse for meat.
Trying to choose between roasted chicken or braised mutton, he also decided to do something
about the Viper who had followed him from Golden House. He'd already considered losing the
other boy—had they no girls at all?—but it was too much like work. Worse, in all likelihood he
would be the one to get lost in the mazes of Chammur's streets.
He picked the mutton. As the shopkeeper wrapped it, Briar watched the Viper from the corner of
his eye. This made no sense. How could the Vipers be so eager to rid themselves of a stranger
while the black-and-white-clothed gang strolled through Golden House as if they owned it? For
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that matter, why hadn't the black-and-white gang run the Vipers off? Briar had seen at least twice
as many of them as there were Vipers. Moreover, his shadow was now on the territory of yet
another gang, the Camelguts. Did he think the Camelguts would ignore him?
Briar knew gangs. Until Niko had transported him to Winding Circle, Briar had lived, bled, and
nearly died for his gang. The Vipers weren't acting according to the rules that governed any gang's
life. To Briar, it was as if the sun had risen in the north. The only reasonable explanation for their
behavior was that they might be new as a gang, and looking for victories. The black-and-white
gang was too big for them, but a lone foreigner was easy prey.
The shopkeeper exchanged the wrapped mutton for Briar's coins, and thanked him for his
business. Briar returned the thanks, then strolled out of the neighborhood souk. Should he let the
Viper tail him all the way to the house? No—he'd told them to leave him alone. Besides, these
Vipers had to learn respect for other gangs.
He turned back onto the Street of Hares. Up ahead Briar could see three green-sashed Camelgut
youths. They were hunkered in front of the Earth temple, pitching coppers against the wall and
keeping an eye on their street. As Briar approached, one of them looked up and grinned. It was a
boy he knew, Hammit.
"Hey, pahan" Hammit called, using the Chammuri word for "mage" or "teacher."
"You do good work." He pointed to a cheek that was more pink than brown, the last trace of a
fearsome burn he'd gotten a week ago. Briar had treated it with healing salve. "You should sell
that stuff you gave me, not give it away."
Briar crouched beside Hammit, watching the game. "I do sell it," he replied absently. "I charge
rich folk three times my normal price so I can give it to anyone I've a mind to. Say, you lot know
anything about a gang called Vipers?"
One of the other Camelgut boys snorted. "They're no gang," he said, his voice thick with scorn.
"They're some takameri's play toy." It took Briar a moment to identify the word: it was the
feminine form of the Chammuri for "money person," or rich person.
"So they go where they want?" Briar asked, all innocence.
"They needn't respect Camelgut territory? Because one followed me from the souk. He's back by
Cedar Lane."
Three pairs of eyes flicked in that direction: the Viper had stopped by the Cedar Lane fountain
and was splashing water on his face, pretending to ignore Briar. Camelgut hands collected their
coppers and tucked them into green sashes. Without another word the three rose and trotted down
to Cedar Lane. The Viper was still pretending he wasn't interested in Briar. The Camelguts were
on him before he realized who they were.
Briar smiled grimly and straightened. He'd given his salve to Hammit because he'd known that
burn would rot without care. In doing so, it seemed he'd bought himself a bit of insurance as well.
Whistling, he walked past the Earth temple gate and turned into the house next door.
Overhead, Evumeimei Dingzai, useless daughter and runaway slave, watched as the jade-eyed
boy she had followed from Golden House went home. She was interested to see he knew three
Camelguts well enough to call on them to rid him of his Viper shadow. Still, he couldn't be that
clever. He's never once looked up at the rooftops, or he might have seen that she, too, followed
him.
That, more than even his accent, said he was an eknub, a foreigner. Everyone in Chammur knew
there were two sets of streets, one on the ground, one over the flat roofs where many houses and
buildings were snugged against each other. On these streets, ladders were set to reach higher
rooftops, and the bridges jumped streets on the ground. Anyone who was not clearly a thief or an
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outsider could use the roof paths and did: no nasty-tempered camels and mules up here, no chair-
bearers and lords on horseback.
Evvy knew the higher streets like she knew the cliff warrens where she lived, in Chammur
Oldtown. She was accepted here, rags and all, as long as she kept moving and took nothing. Dogs
might watch until she was gone, women might keep an eye on her as they worked their tiny
gardens or hung up their washing, but they were used to all kinds of people up here.
She crouched, staring at the small house beside the foreign temple. Who was the jade-eyed boy?
Why did he ask about magic? If she'd had any, her parents would not have sold her to a
Chammuran innkeeper before continuing west. If she were a mage, she wouldn't have to live in
Princes' Heights as a street rat who scraped to feed herself and her cats.
Her cats! Evvy sighed. Without coppers from Nahim today, she couldn't buy dried fish for them
as she'd planned. She'd better get back to Oldtown. If she had enough time before dark, she might
be able to catch some lizards on the rocks atop the Heights. That would satisfy the cats at least,
and she could eat bread she'd hidden away.
Below her the Camelguts were pounding the lone Viper. The jade-eyed boy had a mean streak, it
seemed, setting them against the Viper like that. Crazy eknub, Evvy thought. Don't go pawing at
my life! Straightening, she trotted down the rooftop road.
In the cool hours of the evening, Lady Zenadia doa At-taneh reclined on the sofa that was placed
for her comfort in her garden. She was the picture of a Chammuran noblewoman in wide skirts,
head veil, and draped sari, all made of expensive maroon silk embroidered in gold at the hems.
Her short gold blouse, baring a midriff as lean and supple in her fifties as it had been when she
was a girl, was hemmed with teardrop-shaped pearls, its neckline and sleeves with tiny seed
pearls. Obedient to custom, she wore a silk veil before her male guests, but the gold fabric was so
sheer that her gold nose ring and the fine gold chain that hung between it and her earring were
visible, as was her crimson lip paint. The veil only covered her nose and the lower part of her
face, leaving her large, dark eyes with their strong black brows bare. Between her eyes glimmered
the unfaceted emerald that marked her status as a widow.
As if they had been placed to form the rudest possible contrast to her elegance, the Vipers who
had talked to Briar in the souk knelt three feet from her couch, palms and foreheads pressed to the
blue patio tiles. The rough shirts and breeches that she had bought for them were clean—no one
went dirty into her presence—but cloth and make were no better than what she gave to her
lowliest servants.
Only brass nose rings, with a garnet drop hanging from them, set them apart from rag peddlers
and camel drovers. The boys had told her about the foreign lad who had marked a street girl as a
mage, then turned into trouble for the youth who had followed him. Now they awaited the lady's
verdict.
"I have no interest in eknub pahans," she commented at last, staring into the distance. Her voice
was deep and musical, almost hypnotic in its effect on her guests. "They are troublesome, and
they are not of Chammur. They are beneath my attention. But he told this girl she might have
stone magic?"
The tallest Viper, the lean, brown-skinned youth who was their tesku, or leader, looked up from
the tiles. He was the one who had told Briar that he looked and moved like a thief. His eyes were
fixed on the lady, as if she were his sun. "He asked her how her magic made the stones light up,
Lady," he repeated. "He wanted to know if she called on the power in the stones, or if she just put
a charm on them."
The lady turned her large eyes on him and smiled. "You may approach me, Ikrum Fazhal," she
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said. The thin tesku crawled forward until she placed a gentle hand on his dark hair. "You were
wise to report this to me. A Chammuran pahan is always useful, but a street child from Oldtown,
new to her power, and that power with stones—such a pahan has, umm," she hummed, "unique
possibilities. She would be grateful to those who took her in, would she not?
You need not answer," she added when Ikrum opened his mouth. "Tell my Vipers to watch for
this child, and to bring her to me when she is found."
She lifted her hand from Ikrum's head; he promptly crawled back to join the other two. It had
taken painful training, but now all the Vipers who were permitted into her presence knew exactly
what her unspoken signals meant, and obeyed them.
"As for these others, the ones who assaulted our Sajiv—" The lady flipped her fingers at the third
Viper, a lean, brown youth with tightly curled black hair.
"Camelguts," he muttered. His nose bled sluggishly: they had torn out his ring and garnet drop.
"Dreadful word," the lady said with disgust. "What is their strength?'
"Twenty-six boys and girls," Ikrum said promptly.
The lady inspected the patterns that had been drawn in henna on her palms. "Fewer than the Gate
Lords," she murmured, naming the gang who controlled the streets between the Hajra Gate and
Golden House, the ones whose colors were black and white. "Fewer, and poorer." She looked up
at her guests. "They must learn respect for my Vipers. I have obtained enough weapons for you at
last. Armsmaster Ubayid—" She raised a finger. An older man standing in the shadows by the
gallery approached and bowed to her. "You will present my Vipers with weapons, those, those
blackjacks. Instruct them in their proper use." Ubayid bowed to her again. To the boys the lady
said, "Once you have taught the other Vipers the use of blackjacks, you will enter
Camelgut"—she wrinkled her nose—"territory by stealth. Separate these upstarts from their gang
one or two at a time. Take them coming and going from their homes, when they will not be with a
group. Deal with them harshly, and leave them where they will be found. Try not to be seen. The
less people know, the more they will fear. Am I understood?"
The Vipers nodded vigorously.
Once they were gone, the lady considered her next move. Until now she hadn't known how to give
her pet gang confidence: the Gate Lords, who controlled the territory she and Ikrum wanted the
Vipers to control, were too many, and too well equipped. Taking apart a smaller, poorer gang
might serve her very well. Why had she not considered something like this before?
The city would learn respect for her gang, and learn it well. After all, disrespect to a Viper was
disrespect to her, and that she would never permit.
CHAPTER TWO
« ^ »
The house where Briar and Rosethorn currently lived was clean and bright, with potted plants
everywhere. They set up a welcoming chorus to Briar, reaching for him. As always when he came
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