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“I don’t want to talk about it.” She heads for her room upstairs without another word.

Later, I’m able to pry more out of her. I forgot that Asel is one year above her in school. I didn’t have a formal education. I only apprenticed as a smithy. The dynamics of an educational setting are completely foreign to me.

But somehow, Asel has turned all her classmates against her. Temra’s friends have shunned her. Apparently everyone has taken Asel’s side in the matter, despite the fact that Temra had nothing to do with the incident in the governor’s home.

I may hate confrontation, but I’m not about to sit by while that brat makes a mess of Temra’s school life.

“Where are you going?” Temra asks when she sees me trade my work boots for walking boots.

“To the governor’s home.”

“You can’t!”

“I absolutely can.”

“If you tattle to his parents, that’ll only make things worse for me! Please, Ziva!”

She makes me promise I won’t go, and though I tell her I won’t go today, I make no such promises not to do so in the future.

But then things get worse.

I’m working alone in the forge when five men let themselves in. At first, my mind starts whirring from the thought of having to talk to so many people at a time, but when I take a second look, I realize these boys aren’t here to talk.

They’re friends of Asel’s.

I instantly relax and raise my hammer in one hand and the fire-red tongs in the other. “You’d better think very carefully about your next move,” I say.

I’m not intimidated by any of them. They’re tiny things, really. Hardly taller than five and a half feet each. There’s not one of them I’d lose to in an arm wrestling match. Together, however, they could overpower me.

But with a pair of tongs fresh out of the kiln? I don’t expect them to attack me.

And they don’t. Instead, they make their way around the forge, overturning tables and throwing tools across the room.They can’t actually break anything. Everything important is made of metal.

But the mess is devastating to watch.

Only when the last of my castings is on the floor do they turn around and head back the way they came, making the same mess in the shop.

I’ve no choice but to report the incident after they leave. Temra goes with me for support as I relay what happened to a city guard. As I describe each man who entered the forge, Temra supplies his name. She knows them all from school and needs very few descriptors from me before knowing exactly who the vandalizers are.

And then we return home to clean the mess.

Temra sweeps up broken glass from the displays, while I right all our items for sale in the shop. With heavy hearts, we discuss our options.

“I could quit school,” my sister says. “Find work now. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with those idiots, and we could get out of town that much quicker with the two of us working.”

“Not an option I’m willing to consider.”

“The only other option is leaving now. We can’t live like this. Fearful of vandalizers or thieves or maybe even something worse. Who knows how things might escalate?”

“We really should involve the governor, not just the city guard.”

“It won’t help. Asel will only make our lives worse. The governor isn’t about to imprison his only child and his friends, and I guarantee that incarceration is the only thing that’ll stop—”

The bells at the top of the shop door ring as the hinges swinginward. We both turn in surprise, because we put out the Closed sign while we cleaned.

Two men in scarlet uniforms bearing falcons on their chests enter the shop. They give Temra and me disinterested looks before doing a sweep of the area. One of them goes into the forge. He leaves the door open behind him, and I watch as he opens a few of the larger cupboards—those big enough to hold a person, I realize.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Temra demands before I can. I rack my memory for anyone I know with a falcon as their sigil.