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Informationen zum Autor Tamora Pierce Klappentext The mage Numair, the knight Alanna, and Queen Thayet enlist thirteen-year-old Daine's help to battle the dreadful immortal creatures that have recently begun to attack the kingdom of Tortall.Wild Magic ONE GIRL WITH A PONY Each year, at the end of March, a great fair was held in Cría, the capital of Galla. Like thousands of others in the Eastern Lands, Onua Chamtong went there to do business: buying ponies, in her case. This year she had another transaction to make and was having no luck with it. By the end of her fifth day at the fair, it seemed she would never find the assistant she required. The prospect of taking her animals south, with no one to help, was an unpleasant one. “Excuse me—Trader Onua?” The speaker was a girl, shy and country bred. “I heard you was hiring. I’m”—she paused, then went on—“a fair hand with animals, all kinds.” She waited as Onua looked her over: a girl in a green wool dress, skirts short enough to show leggings and boots. Brown curls tamed by a head-scarf fell to thin shoulders. A soft, full mouth said she was vulnerable; her chin was entirely stubborn. A quiver filled with long arrows hung on her back, a bow rested in her hand, unstrung. “Is that yours?” the trader asked, pointing. Blue-gray eyes flashed. “I’d not have the nerve to carry it otherwise.” “Hmph. String it.” The girl hesitated. “Just what I thought,” Onua jibed. “Whose is it, really?” The girl brought a coiled string out of her sash. With ease she fitted it to one end of the bow and set it against her foot. Raising the free end of the string, she brought the other end of the bow down, hooking them together neatly. The bow strung and in her grip, she turned sideways to it, caught the string in two fingers, and drew it back to her ear in a smooth, practiced gesture. Now Onua could see she wore an archer’s wrist- and armguards. “I’d put an arrow up,” the girl said, gently releasing the string, “but I’d hit someone, surely.” Onua grinned. “I’m impressed. I can’t draw a bow that big.” The girl took the string off the bow, coiled it, and put it away. “Nor did I, at first. I keep this one limber, or I still couldn’t draw it.” “Crossbow?” The question was out before Onua remembered, I don’t want to hire her—I want to send her home to her mama. She’s a runaway for sure. “Yes’m. We have—” Something flickered in her eyes. She looked down. “We had bandits at home. I stood watch with the sheep, so I learned crossbow and longbow. And sling”—a half smile appeared—“not that I’m bragging.” We had, Onua thought. Did she change it ’cause she wants me to think she’s been gone from home awhile? Or hasn’t she got a home? Something looked around the girl, inspecting Onua with a large brown eye. It was a shaggy mountain pony, a steel gray mare. She was plump and well combed, and bore two packs easily. “Yours?” The girl nodded. “How much would you ask for her?” Onua motioned to a pen filled with ponies at her back. “I’m in the market.” “I can’t sell Cloud. She’s family—all the family I got.” Again Onua saw a flash of sorrow that was pushed aside. “What’s your name?” The K’mir stuck her fingers into a pouch filled with a powder known as “eyebright.” “Daine, mum,” came the soft reply. “Veralidaine Sarrasr Zusammenfassung Discover a land of enchantment! legend! and adventure in this first book of the Immortals series! featuring an updated cover for longtime fans and fresh converts alik...
