Clariel: The Lost Abhorsen (The Abhorsen Trilogy Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

think? In any case, I am pleased. I see you are about to go and purchase your new clothes. Make sure you pay attention to Valannie.”
    She turned her imperious gaze to the maid and continued. “Please see that Clariel has everything appropriate that she will need for the Academy and the house, Valannie. Do not let her pursue any . . . sartorial whimsy.”
    “Yes, milady,” said Valannie, with a curtsy.
    “And you are Roban?” Jaciel asked the guard. “The senior of the detail assigned by the Guild?”
    “Yes, milady!” snapped Roban.
    “Formerly of the Royal Guard, I see,” said Jaciel. How she knew that, Clariel couldn’t tell.
    “Yes, milady.”
    “Then I must presume you to be adequately trained,” continued Jaciel. She turned back to Clariel.
    “In addition to your clothes, Clariel, you will need to purchase a small gift for the King. We have an audience in three days.”
    For the first time, Clariel saw emotion on Roban’s face, a flicker of surprise at this announcement. Valannie actually looked stunned, her eyes widening for a moment before she managed to school her face into its normal, attentive guise.
    “We do?” asked Clariel. She didn’t know much about King Orrikan, save that he was very old, and the gossips in Estwael said he had become a recluse since the death of his wife and the disappearance of his granddaughter and heir, Princess Tathiel. According to common wisdom, he saw no one and now played almost no part in the governance of the kingdom. Which, Clariel had heard said, was an improvement from when he had taken an occasional interest. “Why do I have to buy him something?”
    “Because you are his youngest kinswoman,” said Jaciel. “The kin-gift is a tradition, when you first call upon him.”
    “But what can I get for the King?” asked Clariel. “I mean he can have whatever he wants, can’t he?”
    “Something small and personal, as is befitting for a gift from a young lady,” replied Jaciel. “I’m sure Valannie will advise you.”
    Valannie looked surprised. Clearly some things were outside her otherwise vast sphere of competence.
    “Uh, milady, I am well versed in the fashions of the Governor’s court, but the King, I really don’t, I mean he’s hardly even been seen these last five years—”
    “I’m sure you will find something,” pronounced Jaciel. “Now, where is that Allin?”
    “Here, milady!” called one of the senior apprentices, quickly moving to the front of the small crowd that had been waiting a few paces behind Jaciel.
    “I am going to look at your design for a long-handled spoon now, Allin,” said Jaciel. “Come to my study. Rowain, Errilee, you will come too. Bring your workbooks and drawings. The rest of you, be about your duties.”
    There was a sudden whirl of activity, with apprentices and workers moving quickly back to the huge, arched door of the workshop on the other side of the courtyard, and Jaciel and her chosen apprentices going to the smaller of the two doors on the house side, that led directly to the chambers that Jaciel and Harven had taken for their private offices. Jaciel’s, of course, was by far the larger room.
    “Well, I suppose I had better go and find a gift for the King,” said Clariel. “Where do you suggest we start, Valannie?”
    Valannie frowned.
    “I really don’t know, milady,” she said. “As I said to your mother, if it was a gift for the Governor, or one of the councilors, that would be a different matter. Who knows what small thing the King would like?”
    “He likes fish,” said Roban. “Or he used to like fish.”
    “To eat?” asked Clariel. She liked fish too, particularly trout she had tickled herself from one of the creeks that ran into the Estwael. Bled immediately, filleted, and pan-fried with wild garlic and shallots on a campfire, fresh-caught trout was one of her favorite meals. Yet another thing she would miss now they lived in Belisaere.
    “No, bright fish from far away,” said