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steal shipments in and out of them to survive.”
    “So there are no…male hedge witches?”
    “No, we just call them rogue wizards or something of the like.”
    “Well, that hardly seems fair,” I said. “Why are only the women singled out that way?”
    “They got that name because for a very long time, female wizards were banned from learning most magic. It’s not that way anymore, of course, and you’re almost as likely to see a female wizard now as a male one,” he said. “About two hundred years ago, after the last great war with Auster, there were few magisters left with the skill to take on apprentices. At the time, the Sorcerer Imperial decided that the male wizards would be the ones to receive schooling, so that the next children of children would have a selection of magisters to choose from. Many women were unhappy, tosay the least, and left to create their own communities where they taught themselves and one another. Those women and their descendants never came back to proper wizarding society.”
    “What are the hedge communities like?” I asked.
    “Tightly knit, highly secretive,” he said. “Though I’ve never seen one myself. I’ve only come across one male wizard who grew up within a hedge community, and he wasn’t forthcoming with details.”
    “Who?” I asked.
    “Who do you think?”
    I stared at him. “Dorwan…?”
    North nodded. “Explains quite a bit, doesn’t it?”
    “How do you know so much about him?” I asked. “He doesn’t seem the type to share.”
    “I met him when we were both still young,” he said. “Look, Syd, it’s not something I’m proud of. I’d rather not talk about it.”
    “Did you train with him?” I asked. “Did he have the same magister?”
    “No,” he said. “When I was with my magister, Oliver was the only other student he had.”
    “Who in the world is Oliver?”
    North gave me an exasperated look.
    “He’s the current second-in-command of the Wizard Guard, ranked number two just behind the Sorceress Imperial, who is ceremoniously ranked number one. Hehates tea, enjoys moonlit walks through Provincia’s palace, and is a spectacular git,” he said. “Now that we’ve played twenty questions, would you mind dropping it?”
    The thin scrap of wood covering the moat could barely support our combined weight. It dipped dangerously beneath us as we crossed into the silent, dark city. There was no one around, save for the two guards on either side of the entrance. Both were fast asleep and snoring in high, extended wheezes.
    From the outside, except for the demolished bridge, the city had seemed unspoiled, marred by age and hedge witches, but no worse for wear. Inside the walls, however, it was a very different story. The outer ring of buildings had sizable pieces of roofs and entryways missing, some completely torn away and left as rubble on the ground.
    North led me through the streets, and slowly the buildings began to appear whole again. The sounds of actual life in the distance reached my ears.
    “It won’t be as bad once we get farther in,” North said, as if sensing my thoughts. “The people here gave up waiting for repairs and just moved farther inside, where it was harder for the hedge witches to reach them. We just passed the streets with all the glass blowers.”
    “So you come here often?” Somehow, I wasn’t surprised.
    “It’s gotten worse over the years,” he admitted. “The king neglects— neglected —this part of the country for far too long, and now it’s fallen into this mess.”
    If my mother had heard him say such a thing, she would have boxed his ears for being so disrespectful. I bristled on her behalf.
    “I’m sure that wasn’t the case,” I said. “It might have been the fault of his advisors , but not the king.”
    After blocks of dirty, broken-down buildings and uneven streets, the light of the inner city was like a beckoning fire, a fire that became rowdier and louder and drunker the closer we