The Gray Wolf Throne

The Gray Wolf Throne by Cinda Williams Chima

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her face, drawing what heat she could from Switcher.

    The wind began to rise long before they reached their destination, swirling the fine, powdery snow up from the ground, 48

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    raking it free from the trees and flinging it into their faces. Soon it was full dark, and then darker than that, as the racing clouds devoured the stars. They never saw the rising moon. it began to snow, lightly at first, and then more heavily, tiny ice pellets that stung their exposed skin and increased their misery.

    in oden’s Ford, raisa had never needed anything heavier than kidskin gloves. She tucked first one hand, then the other under her cloak, guiding Switcher with her knees alone. But Byrne, who did not miss much, handed her a pair of long woolen riding gloves with deerskin palms. Clanwork, no doubt. raisa pulled them on gratefully.

    The horses were now mere shades in the swirling darkness.
    Byrne strung a rope between them so they would not lose each other. He seemed to find his way by instinct. They had no choice but to go on—they had to find shelter from the growing storm.

    it was oddly reminiscent of the day the previous spring when raisa, her mother, her sister Mellony, Byrne, and Lord Bayar had gone hunting in the foothills. A forest fire had rushed down from the mountains, and they’d taken refuge in a canyon. They’d ridden, roped together, through the smoke and ash, scarcely able to see the horse in front. Then, it had been blistering hot, the air too thick to breathe. now the air seemed too thin, lacking suste-nance, crackling in their noses. it was numbingly cold.

    Last spring, the wizards Lord Bayar, Micah, and his cousins, the Mander brothers, had saved their lives, magically putting the fire out.

    Had it really been less than a year ago?

    Switcher plowed forward doggedly in the gelding’s wake, her nose and mane crusted with ice, her flanks steaming in the frigid 49

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    air. The snow was so powdery fine and deep that it seemed at times the horses were swimming, flank high, in a milk-white ocean.

    Finally, amazingly, they broke out of the trees and into a small clearing in the shelter of a vertical rock wall. Crouched against the rock face was a sturdy wooden building with a stone chimney and a shake roof layered over with snow. And next to it, a rude lean-to for the horses. raisa’s mare slowed to a stop of her own accord, as if sensing that relief was at hand. Scrubbing snow from her eyelashes, raisa stared dumbly at the buildings, afraid they would disappear as quickly as they had appeared.

    All around her, the relieved guards were dismounting, shaking off the accumulated snow, and leading their horses toward shelter.

    Switcher stamped her foot impatiently, but raisa made no move to dismount. She squinted at the cabin, thinking there was something out of order about the scene before her. She caught the faint scent of wood smoke, though the air was so cold as to be almost painful to breathe.

    And then she saw them. out of the swirling white, they loped toward her, faces and ruffs crusted with snow, eyes blazing out a warning. wolves, what seemed like dozens of wolves, the forest boiling with gray-and-white bodies that poured into the clearing, led by the familiar gray she-wolf with gray eyes.

    They were her ancestors, the Gray wolf queens. A warning that the line was in danger.

    Still mounted, Byrne edged his gelding up beside her. “your Highness? Shall i help you down?” The captain was fixed on her, his head tilted as if he were about to ask another question.

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    pointed toward the cabin. Her teeth were chattering so hard she could scarcely get the words out. “Byrne. no snow . . . the chimney . . . in front of the door.”

    He followed her gaze, took it in quickly. no smoke curled from the chimney, but the snow had melted for a distance all around it. The

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