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In his body behind her, she felt a rising hot tension as he prepared to douse her firewith his own power. Despite her best efforts, the concern in his voice caused her a twinge of remorse. He meant well, she knew. He wanted, desperately, for her to be happy.
    Unlike her father.
    So Rielle bowed her head and swallowed her anger. After all, what she was about to do might turn Tal against her forever. She could allow him this small victory.
    “Blaze not with fury or abandon,”she repeated, closing her eyes. She imagined setting aside every scrap of emotion, every sound, every thought, until her mind was a vast field of darkness—except for the tiny spot of light that was the flame in her hands.
    Then she allowed the darkness to seep across the flame as well and was left alone in the cool, still void of her mind.
    The room calmed.
    Tal’s hand fell away.
    Rielle listened as he returned his shield to its stand. The prayer had scraped her clean, and in the wake of her anger she felt…nothing. A hollow heart and an empty head.
    When she opened her eyes, they were dry and tired. She wondered bitterly what it would be like to live without a constant refrain of prayers in her thoughts, warning her against her own feelings.
    The temple bells chimedeleven times; Rielle’s pulse jumped. Any moment now, she would hear Ludivine’s signal.
    She turned toward the window. No more prayers, no more reading. Every muscle in her body surged with energy. She wanted to ride .
    “I’d rather be dead than live as my father’s prisoner,” she said at last, unable to resist that last petulant stab.
    “Dead like your mother?”
    Rielle froze. When shefaced Tal, he did not look away. She had not expected that cruelty. From her father, yes, but never from Tal.
    The memory of long-ago flames blazed across her vision.
    “Did Father instruct you to bring that up if I got out of hand?” she asked, keeping her voice flat and cool. “What with the Chase and all.”
    “Yes,” Tal answered, unflinching.
    “Well, I’m happy to tell you I’ve only killedthe one time. You needn’t worry yourself.”
    After a moment, Tal turned to straighten the books on his desk. “This is as much for your safety as it is for everyone else’s. If the king discovered we’d been hiding the truth of your power all these years…You know what could happen. Especially to your father. And yet he does it because he loves you more than you’ll ever understand.”
    Rielle laughedsharply. “That isn’t reason enough to treat me like this. I’ll never forgive him for it. Someday, I’ll stop forgiving you too.”
    “I know,” Tal said, and at the sadness in his voice, Rielle nearly took pity on him.
    Nearly.
    But then a great crash sounded from downstairs, and an unmistakable cry of alarm.
    Ludivine.
    Tal gave Rielle that familiar look he so often had—when she had,at seven, overflowed their pool at the Baths; when he had found her, at fifteen, the first time she snuck out to Odo’s tavern. That look of What did I do to deserve such trials?
    Rielle gazed innocently back at him.
    “Stay here,” he ordered. “I mean it, Rielle. I appreciate your frustration—truly, I do—but this is about more than the injustice of you feeling bored.”
    Rielle returned tothe window seat, hoping her expression appeared suitably abashed.
    “I love you, Tal,” she said, and the truth of that was enough to make her hate herself a little.
    “I know,” he replied. Then he threw on his magisterial robe and swept out the door.
    “Magister, it’s Lady Ludivine,” came a panicked voice from the hallway—one of Tal’s young acolytes. “She’d only just arrived in the chapel,my lord, when she turned pale and collapsed. I don’t know what happened!”
    “Summon my healer,” Tal instructed, “and send a message to the queen. She’ll be in her box at the starting line. Tell her that her niece has taken ill and will not be joining her there.”
    Once they had gone, Rielle