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Wolf-Speaker
Tamora Pierce
Wildness is a kind of magicDiscover a land of enchantment, legend, and adventure in this second book of The Immortals series, featuring an updated cover – perfect for longtime fans and newcomers alike.Diane has wild magic: the ability to talk to and sway the actions of animals. When Daine is summoned to help a pack of wolves – friends from her old village – she and her mentor, the legendary mage Numair, travel to Dunlath Valley to answer the call. But when they arrive, Daine learns that it’s not only animals whose lives are threatened; people are in danger, too.Dunlath’s rulers have discovered black opals in their valley. They’re dead set on mining the opals and using the magic contained in the stones to overthrow King Jonathan. Even if it means irreversibly damaging the land – and killing their workers. Daine must master her wild magic if she is to save the ones she loves – both human and animal . . .Discover a land of enchantment, legend, and adventure in this second book of The Immortals series, featuring an updated cover for longtime fans and newcomers alike.
Copyright (#u76c46abf-e925-50a5-abc5-5c3e56ba0d1e)
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Source ISBN: 9780008304102
Ebook Edition © August 2018 ISBN: 9780008304119
Version: 2018-09-11
PRAISE FOR TAMORA PIERCE (#u76c46abf-e925-50a5-abc5-5c3e56ba0d1e)
‘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.’
LEIGH BARDUGO, #1 New York Times bestselling author
‘Tamora Pierce creates epic worlds populated by girls and women of bravery, heart, and strength. Her work inspired a generation of writers and continues to inspire us.’
HOLLY BLACK, #1 New York Times bestselling author
‘Tamora Pierce’s books shaped me not only as a young writer but also as a young woman. Her complex, unforgettable heroines and vibrant, intricate worlds blazed a trail for young adult fantasy – and I get to write what I love today because of the path she forged throughout her career. She is a pillar, an icon, and an inspiration.’
SARAH J. MAAS, #1 New York Times bestselling author
‘I take more comfort from and as great pleasure in Tamora Pierce’s Tortall novels as I do from Game of Thrones’
Washington Post
‘Tamora Pierce and her brilliant heroines didn’t just break down barriers; they smashed them with magical fire.’
KATHERINE ARDEN, author of The Bear and the Nightingale
Dedication (#u76c46abf-e925-50a5-abc5-5c3e56ba0d1e)
To Raquel Wolf-Sister, once again,
To Thomas, who has taught and still teaches me to keep my mind flexible and my creativity from stiffening up,
And to Tim, always, each and every book, whether I say so or not.
Contents
Cover (#u36f62477-264a-5a2d-aad5-0271fc35dc69)
Title Page (#u18ead28b-b9c7-568b-8684-091524d6879a)
Copyright
Praise for Tamora Pierce
Dedication
Map
Chapter 1: Encounters (#u27e4aee1-a7a0-54cf-8343-e93df5ead606)
Chapter 2: The Valley of the Long Lake (#ua67bef9d-646d-5013-b2bb-cb0e56a64a57)
Chapter 3: Fugitives (#u72ff1f2c-556a-50a4-a516-196a95f1f221)
Chapter 4: Brokefang Acts (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5: The Trap (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6: Rebellion (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7: Counting Soldiers (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8: Friends (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9: War Is Declared (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10: The Fall of Tristan and Yolane (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Afterword (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
Read on for a preview of Emperor Mage: Book Three of the Immortals Quartet (#litres_trial_promo)
Also by Tamora Pierce (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Map (#u76c46abf-e925-50a5-abc5-5c3e56ba0d1e)
CHAPTER 1 (#ulink_a268b351-1221-560f-9c92-ce8537394b21)
ENCOUNTERS (#ulink_a268b351-1221-560f-9c92-ce8537394b21)
The wolves of the Long Lake Pack, gorged on a careless mountain sheep, slept as they digested their meal. Only Brokefang, their chieftain, was awake to see the moon rise. He sat on a stone outcrop, thinking – an odd pastime for a wolf. In the last full moon of summer, on the advice of Old White, the wolf god, he had sent his best travellers, Fleetfoot and Russet, in search of a two-legger who once belonged to his pack. Their orders were to bring her to him, to speak to the local humans on his behalf. The sight of that night’s full autumn moon reminded him that winter was coming. What if his messengers couldn’t find Daine? What if something had happened to them?
He did not like ‘what if’ thoughts. Until he’d met Daine two winters before, he had worried about nothing but eating, mating, ruling his pack, and scratching fleas. Now he had complex thoughts all the time, whether he wanted them or not.
Soft chatter overhead made him look up. Two bats had met a stranger. Clinging to a branch over his head, the three traded gossip in the manner of their kind. The newcomer brought word of a two-legger on the other side of the mountains, one who was human outside and Beast-People inside. She carried news from bats in the southwest, and if a Long Lake bat was hurt, she could heal him with her magic. She travelled in odd company: two horses, a pony, an extremely tall human male, a big lizard, and two wolves.
The local bats exclaimed over the news. Their colony should hear this, they decided. Would the visitor come and tell them in their cave-home? Along with their guest, the bats took the air.
Brokefang stretched. One new thought had been that he could learn much if he listened to the talk of nonwolves. Now he could see it was a good thought, so perhaps the others were good, too. He was interested to hear that Daine also had learned new things since leaving the pack. Before, she could not talk directly with bats. Her healing was done with stinging liquids, needles, thread, and splints, not magic.
He stopped in midstretch as he remembered something. When Fleetfoot and Russet had gone, the pack was laired near the valley’s southern entrance, where a river flowed from the lake. While they eventually could find the new den in the valley’s western mountains, it might take them days to locate the pack.
He would take his wolves south and guide his visitors home.
Two days later, the girl called Daine watched rain fall outside the cave where she and her friends had taken refuge. For someone Brokefang regarded as Pack, she looked quite human. She was five foot five, slim for her fourteen and a half years, with blue-grey eyes the colour of the clouds overhead. Her curly brown hair was tightly pinned up, her clothes as practical as her hairstyle: a blue cotton shirt, tan breeches, and soft-soled boots. Around her neck a heavy silver claw hung on a leather thong.
She played with the claw, thinking. She had been born in mountains like these, in a town called Snowsdale over the border in Galla. The first twelve years of her life were spent there, before she lost her family. When she left Galla to serve the king and queen of Tortall, she had hoped that she might never see the mountains again. And here she was, in a place that could be Snowsdale’s twin.
Soon she would be with the wolves that had hunted in her old home. They had left soon after she did: Fleetfoot and Russet, her guides, had told of fleeing human hunters to find their new home by the Long Lake. What would it be like to see them again? To be with them again?
‘What are you thinking of?’ a light male voice asked from deeper inside the cave. ‘You look grim.’
Daine turned around. Seated cross-legged by the fire, a travelling desk on his knees, was her teacher, the wizard Numair Salmalín. He wore his springy mass of black hair tied into a horsetail, away from his dark face and out of his brown eyes. His ink brush was dwarfed by the hand that held it, an exceptionally large hand that was graceful in spite of its size.
‘I’m just wondering if Onua is managing the Rider horses all right without me. I know the king told her he needed us to come here, but I still feel as if I should be helping her.’
The man raised his eyebrows. ‘You know very well Onua managed the Rider horses for years before you came to work there. What’s really bothering you?’
She made a face. She never could distract him when he wanted to know something. ‘I’m scared.’
He put down his brush and gave her his full attention. ‘What of?’
She looked at her hands. They were chapped from cold, and this was only the third week of September. ‘Remember what I told you? That I went crazy and hunted with wolves after bandits killed Ma and Grandda and our animals?’
He nodded. ‘They helped you to avenge the deaths.’
‘What if it happens again? When I see them, what if I forget I’m human and start thinking I’m a wolf again? I’m s’posed to have control of my wild magic now, but what if it isn’t enough?’ She rubbed her arms, shivering.
‘May I remind you that the spell that keeps your human self apart from your magic self is one I created?’ he teased, white teeth flashing in a grin. ‘How can you imply a working performed by your obedient servant’ – he bowed, an odd contortion in a sitting man – ’might be anything but perfect?’ More seriously he added, ‘Daine, the spell covers all your contacts. You won’t lose control.’
‘What if it wasn’t the magic? What if I simply went mad?’
Strong teeth gripped her elbow hard. Daine looked around into the bright eyes of her pony, Cloud. If I have to bite you to stop you feeling sorry for yourself, I will, the mare informed her. You are being silly.
Numair, used to these silent exchanges, asked, ‘What does she say?’
‘She says I’m feeling sorry for myself. I don’t think she understands.’
I understand that you fidget over stupid things. Cloud released Daine’s elbow. The stork-man will tell you.
‘Don’t fret,’ said the mage. ‘Remember, you allowed me into your mind when you first came to Tortall. If there was a seed of genuine madness there, I would have found it.’
Daine smiled. ‘There’s folk who would say you’re the last man to know who’s crazy and who’s not. I know a cook who won’t let you in his kitchen, a palace quartermaster who says he’ll lock you up if you raid his supplies again—’
‘Enough!’ Numair held up his hands in surrender.
‘Just so you know.’ Feeling better, she asked, ‘What are you writing?’
He picked up his ink brush once more. ‘A report to King Jonathan.’
‘Another one?’ she asked, startled. ‘But we sent one off a week ago.’
‘He said regular reports, magelet. That means weekly. It’s a small price to pay for being allowed to come to the rescue of your wolf friends. I just wish I had better news to send.’
‘I don’t think we’ll find those missing people.’ In March a group of the Queen’s Riders – seven young men and women – had disappeared in this general area. In July twenty soldiers from the Tortallan army had also vanished. ‘They could’ve been anywhere inside a hundred or two hundred miles of us.’
‘All we can do is look,’ Numair said as he wrote. ‘As wanderers we have seen far more than soldiers will. Even so, it’s a shame the whole northeastern border is opaque to magical vision. I hadn’t realized that a search by foot would be so chancy.’
‘Why can’t you wizards see this place with your magic?’ Daine wanted to know. ‘When I asked the king, he said something about the City of the Gods, and an aura, but then we got interrupted and he never did explain.’
‘It has to do with the City of the Gods being the oldest centre for the teaching of magic. Over the centuries magic seeped into the very rock of the city itself, and then spread. The result is a magical aura that blanks out the city and the lands around it for something like a five-hundred-mile radius.’
Daine whistled appreciation of the distance involved. ‘So the only way to look at all this mountain rock is by eye. That’s going to be a job and a half.’
‘Precisely. Tell me, how far do you think we are from our destination?’
Fleetfoot and Russet had measured distance in the miles a wolf travels in a day. Daine had to divide that in half to figure how far humans might go on horseback. ‘Half a day’s ride to the south entrance to the valley, where the Dunlath River flows out of Long Lake. From—’ She stopped as something whispered in her mind. Animals were coming, looking for her. She ran to the mouth of the cave as their horses bolted past.
Here they came up the trail, wolves, three in the lead and four behind. Two of the leaders were her guides to the Long Lake: the small, reddish white male known as Russet and the brown-and-grey female called Fleetfoot. Between them trotted a huge, black-and-grey timber wolf, plumed tail boldly erect.
