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  • The Shadow Queen(Black Jewels,Book 7)(105) by Anne Bishop
  • If they tried to do this without sweat, without toil, they would find nothing worth having.

    “We can’t use Craft,” she said.

    Theran and Gray went back to digging. The ground kept crumbling, so they had to widen the hole. Ranon got the wheelbarrow and another shovel in order to shift the dirt. Other members of the court joined them, along with servants and men from the stables.

    But it was Theran and Gray who dug.

    And it was Theran and Gray who found the old locked chest and dragged it out of the hole.

    One blow of a shovel broke the lock. Theran opened the chest, then sat back on his heels, his face filled with disappointment.

    Cassidy picked up one of the pieces and felt the preservation spells begin to break.

    “Why would anyone go to this much trouble to preserve some pieces of fruit?” Theran said.

    Because they’ll grow, Cassidy thought.

    “Those are honey pears,” Gray said, one hand hovering over the other pieces in the chest.

    “Not like any I’ve seen,” Shira said. “There are a few orchards left on the Shalador reserves, but the trees are dying off, and the fruit is small and hard.”

    What grows from these will have the taste of memories.

    The preservation spell suddenly broke, and the fruit in her hand felt pulpy, already decaying.

    “We have to plant these now,” Cassidy said. “Give them soil, give them care, and new orchards will come from what’s in this chest.”

    “Mother Night,” Gray said as he picked up a handful of soil. “This is perfect.”

    Cassidy looked at Gray. “Hurry. I don’t think there’s much time to get them into soil once the preservation spells break.”

    “Pots,” Gray said. “We’ll start them in pots so we can put them on the terrace, where they’ll be more protected.” He sprang to his feet. “There are pots in the shed.”

    The pear she held turned to lifeless mush.

    Theran stared at it for a moment, then swore and raced to catch up to Gray, followed by Ranon and Shira.

    They each ran back hugging a pot.

    Cassidy stripped off her gloves and dropped the shields around her hands. She needed a connection to the soil and the pears, without barriers.

    “Gray, you and Cassidy should do the planting,” Theran said. “You both seem to have a feel for this.”

    What was in his voice? Cassidy wondered. Annoyance? Bitterness? It would take years for these trees to grow and bear fruit, but wasn’t a living symbol better than a dead one?

    She didn’t ask. Didn’t really care. What mattered was not wasting what someone had gone to great lengths to preserve.

    Gray filled pots with soil as Cassidy held each pear at the right depth, releasing the fruits gently one by one until there was only one left in the chest that hadn’t turned to mush.

    “One more,” she said.

    “No more pots,” Theran said.

    “There has to be something.”

    “We got twelve planted.”

    But there’s still one left.

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