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."Tris shook the bag over his palm.A silver pendant on a chain poured like liquid moonlight into his hand.Two stones, one fiery red and the other a shiny black, were set into the symbol of the Lady."Berry sent them with a servant yesterday," Carina said as Tris turned the piece in the light."The note said it was Isencroft silver.The stones are onyx to speed healing and purge poisons, and garnet for safe journey—and love." She pulled out a sealed envelope and passed it to Tris."That's from Kiara, too," she said with a grin."I'll let you read it in private."Tris closed his hand around the talisman."I never thought I'd be in exile for my twentieth birthday," he said quietly."Mother wanted me to joust this year at the Winterstide tournaments.Kait was going to fly her falcons.Now everything's turned upside down.And if I don't make it through the Sisterhood's trials at the end of this week, I won't see Winterstide this year.""Don't say that.You've got three days to recover.No more training until then—and no wormroot.You'll be back at full power—like you were in the Ruune Videya, only stronger.""I don't know if it's enough."Carina laid a hand on his forearm."You can do this, Tris."He opened his hand to look at the pendant."I've got one more reason to make it back, don't I?""Kiara's counting on you," Carina replied."We all are."All Tris's preparation could not dispel his nervousness three days later as he and Theron made their way into the lowest levels beneath the citadel.The last traces of wormroot were gone, and a few days' rest had done much to restore his strength.His hand fell to the pommel of his sword.Mageslayer tingled at the edge of his senses, not quite sentient, but no mere steel, imbued with a power of its own.Neither he nor Theron spoke as they descended the steps to the maze of rooms where the trial battle would take place.If he survived this encounter, Tris's battles would be fought alone against the avatars.Now Theron came with him, and he was grateful for her support.They would face one or more avatars whose motions—and magic—would be controlled by other Sisters outside of the encounter room.Taru promised Tris that this battle was not warded to the death as future trials would be.Those battles would come after Winterstide—if he survived.They entered the chamber, and Tris stifled a gasp.The chamber's appearance had been magically altered to resemble the great room at his home in the palace Shekerishet, its details exact in every way.The tapestries along the walls, the carving in the mantle of the huge stone fireplace and the inlay in the furniture around the edges of the room were perfect.Tris wondered who among the Sisters was so well acquainted with Shekerishet, and he fought down his emotions at being back in the familiar surroundings of home.The door closed behind him, and Tris and Theron moved forward slowly."Guards!" Theron shouted.Tris turned to see soldiers streaming in from two side doors.Six soldiers, coming at a dead run.Tris drew his sword, knowing that Theron was at his back.Tris parried the first soldier's strike, wheeling to deflect a second guard.He heard the clash of steel behind him as Theron engaged her attackers.Tris landed a solid Eastmark kick that sent the third soldier sprawling.He assumed that the soldiers' blades would be tainted with wormroot.Tris barely deflected the second soldier's press, but his blade caught the first soldier unprepared, and cut him down.The third soldier scrambled to his feet and ran at Tris as the second soldier moved forward.Tris held them off, swinging Mageslayer with a two-handed grip as the soldiers' blows jarred him hard enough that his teeth ached.A moment's inattention was all he needed to get inside the third soldier's guard, and sink his blade deep into the soldier's side."Behind you!"Tris wheeled, his blade sliding down his attacker's sword until they stood nearly guard to guard.Tris heaved the man clear of his sword and palmed the dagger from his belt in his other hand, circling warily.Theron dispatched two of her attackers, but her third assailant dove toward her relentlessly.Tris took the offensive, surprising his attacker with a loud cry and a head-on run, their blades clashing so hard that it nearly tore the sword from the soldier's grasp
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