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.”“All right, say I have been cursed.What infected me? Is it some disease I’ve got?”Deirdre was silent for a moment.Then she leaned forward and said, “Isn’t it obvious, my friend, that someone has stolen your ability to spell?”Nicodemus blinked.“That’s impossible.No known spell—”“This curse comes from the ancient world, where knowledge of how language could affect the body was far greater.The histories describe magicthat could regrow a severed arm or restore the memories lost to a blow on the head.”Nicodemus could not deny what she said; the ancients had had an in-comprehensibly sophisticated understanding of the mundane world, including medicine.The druid continued, “Your curse was one such ancient spell.It must have invaded your mind and stolen its growth or altered its development.Whatever the case, it removed the part of your mind needed to spellwrite correctly.”“But who would want to curse me?”“There are men and women in every human kingdom who worship demons,” she replied.“We know little of them other than that they have formed a clandestine order.They call themselves the Disjunction because they wish to initiate the War of Disjunction.Whoever has cursed you must be among their number.Nicodemus’s throat tightened.“You think I’m the Halcyon.”Deirdre eyed the door.“Last spring, my goddess commanded me to travel to Starhaven, where I would find a ‘treasure wrapped in black and endangered by the falling night.’” She motioned to Nicodemus’s black robe.“The Dralish prophecy predicts that the Peregrine will be an orphaned foreigner—one born to magic in the dreamworld.”“But the keloid,” Nicodemus exclaimed.“You saw that it’s not a true Braid.You swore, in fact.You agreed with Magistra Okeke that I can’t—”She held up a finger.“Amadi Okeke asked if I were distressed and if I had thought you were the Peregrine.Both of those things were true.She assumed that your keloid disqualifies you from being the Peregrine.”“It doesn’t?”Deirdre’s half-smile returned.“We Dralish use a different dialect of the common magical languages; the common runes have different meanings for us.”“And my keloid means something different to you?”The druid’s smile widened.“To us, the Braid means ‘to combine’ or ‘to grow.’ More important, the second mark on your neck is an exact copy of a rune called the Crooked Branch.”“And its meaning?”“It describes something that is wild or unrestricted.So the combination of a Crooked Branch with a Braid would mean ‘wild or unrestrained growth.’” The druid laughed.“I swore when I saw your keloid, not because it excludes you from our prophecy, but because it describes you as difficult to govern or contain.”Nicodemus shook his head.“But you still don’t know if my keloid is congenital or not.”The druid cocked her head to one side.“You don’t like the possibility that you might fulfill our prophecy?”Nicodemus stammered but couldn’t come up with a reply.She shrugged.“Well, I need no further convincing.Here you are, just as my goddess said you would be—wrapped in black and endangered.Gravely endangered.Someone has maneuvered you into this haven of new magic, where druids almost never come.Our first task is to free you from Starhaven.”“But I’m not imprisoned.”“Nicodemus Weal, think of what your keloid and your curse mean.Someone has stopped you from becoming the Peregrine.It is not safe here.”“But I’m surrounded by wizards.Who could harm me here?”“Who? The one who cursed you, of course.” She shook her head.“Nicodemus, you were not meant to be crippled.”Her words filled Nicodemus with giddiness and confusion.What if she was correct? What if his cacography was a mistake? Everything would change.He would change.His life would begin again.Deirdre’s eyes widened.“Your heart knows I am right.Listen to me.Do you know what an ark is?”Nicodemus looked away.“Cacographers aren’t instructed in theology.”“An ark is a vessel that contains a deity’s soul and much of her power.With Kyran and a dozen devotees, I have brought my goddess’s ark to this place.If we could bring you to the ark, my goddess may lift your curse.”Nicodemus pursed his lips.Was it possible?Deirdre continued excitedly.“We could not bring the ark up to Starhaven.This place is filled with ancient Chthonic magic that would damage the artifact.So instead we have placed it under guard in that village…the one down on the Westernmost Road.I can’t remember the name.”“Gray’s Crossing.”The druid smiled.“The same.My party has taken rooms at the inn there.And all of the devotees, two of them druids, now guard the ark.We simply need to slip you free from Starhaven and bring you down to Gray’s Crossing so that my goddess can protect you.From there we shall ride to the civil forests of Dral to begin your druidic training.”Something in the way the druid spoke—perhaps the zeal in her eyes, or maybe the urgency in her tone—cooled Nicodemus’s excitement
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