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spells no more.
    She parried a slash from the leader only barely in time, and at the cost of a blow from her other opponent that did not penetrate her armor, but surely broke a rib. Either of these men was her equal; at this rate they’d wear her down and kill her soon—and yet, it hardly mattered. This was the fitting end to the whole business, that the last of the Tale‘sedrin should die with the killers of her Clan. For when they were gone, what else was there for her to do? A Shin’a‘in Clanless was a Shin’a‘in with no purpose in living. And no wish to live.
    Suddenly she found herself facing only one of them, the leader. The other was battling for his life against Kethry, who had appeared out of the mage smokes and was wielding her sword with all the skill of one of Tarma’s spirit-teachers.
    Tarna had just enough thought to spare for a moment of amazement. Everyone knew sorcerers had no skill with a blade—they had not the time to spare to learn such crafts.
    Yet—there was Kethry, cutting the man to ribbons.
    Tarma traded blows with her opponent; then saw her opening. To take advantage of it meant she must leave herself wide open, but she was far past caring. She struck—her blade entered his throat in a clean thrust. Dying, he swung; his sword caving in her side. They fell together.
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    Grayness surrounded Tarma, a gray fog in which the light seemed to come from no particular direction, the grayness of a peculiarly restful quality. She found her hurts had vanished, and that she felt no particular need to move from where she was standing. Then a warm wind caressed her, the fog parted, and she found herself facing the first of her instructors.
    â€œSo—” he said, hands (empty, for a change, of weapons) on hips, a certain amusement in his eyes.
    â€œPast all expectation, you have brought down your enemies. Remarkable, Sworn One, the more remarkable as you had the sense to follow my advice.”
    â€œYou came for me, then?” It was less a question than a statement.
    â€œI, come for you?” He laughed heartily behind his veil. “Child, child, against all prediction you have not only won, but survived! No, I have come to tell you that your aid-time is over, though we shall continue to train you as we always have. From this moment, it is your actions alone that will put food in your mouth and coin in your purse. I would suggest you follow the path of the mercenary, as many another Sworn One has done when Clanless. And—” he began fading into the mist, “—remember that one can be Shin‘a’in without being born into the Clans. All it requires is the oath of she‘enedran.”
    â€œWait!” she called after him—but he was gone.
    There was the sound of birds singing, and an astringent, medicinal tang in the air. Tarma opened eyes brimming with amazement and felt gingerly at the bandages wrapping various limbs and her chest. Somehow, unbelievable as it was, she was still alive.
    â€œIt’s about time you woke up.” Kethry’s voice came from nearby. “I was getting tired of spooning broth down your throat. You’ve probably noticed this isn’t the House of Scarlet Joys. Madame wasn’t the only one interested in getting rid of the bandits; the whole town hired me to dispose of them. My original intention was to frighten them away, but then you came along and ruined my plans! By the way, you happen to be lying in the best bed in the inn. I hope you appreciate the honor. You’re quite a heroine now. These people have far more appreciation of good bladework than good magic.”
    Tarma slowly turned her head; Kethry was perched on the side of a second bed a few paces from hers and nearer the window. “Why did you save me?” she whispered hoarsely.
    â€œWhy did you want to die?” Kethry countered.
    Tarma’s mouth opened, and the words spilled out. In the wake of this