The Woman Who Rides Like a Man (Song of the Lioness, Book 3)
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From Tamora Pierce, the third book in the Song of the Lioness Quartet, honored with the Margaret A. Edwards Award.
Newly knighted, Alanna of Trebond seeks adventure in the vast desert of Tortall. Captured by fierce desert dwellers, she is forced to prove herself in a duel to the death—either she will be killed or she will be inducted into the tribe. Although she triumphs, dire challenges lie ahead. As her mysterious fate would have it, Alanna soon becomes the tribe's first female shaman—despite the desert dwellers’ grave fear of the foreign woman warrior. Alanna must fight to change the ancient tribal customs of the desert tribes—for their sake and for the sake of all Tortall.
decided to approach Ibn Nazzir on behalf of Kara, Kourrem, and Ishak. She had not crossed verbal swords with the shaman in days, and she hoped his rage had cooled. Leaving her weapons and her cool burnoose behind, wearing a sleeveless tunic and breeches (so the old man could see clearly she was unarmed), Alanna went to beard him in his tent at noon. As always Faithful accompanied her, a coalblack, complaining shadow. This is a fool’s errand, he warned her as they approached the shaman’s home. He
women can be friends without lust!” Alanna yelled back. “The only person who’s bewitched around here is you, bewitched by your own jealousy and stupidity!” She stopped to wipe sweat off her forehead, trembling with anger. Her tolerance for fools had always been slight, and she was losing the little she had. Still the old man refused to come out, although the exchange was drawing the rest of the village. “You carry the eye of a demon around your throat!” Alanna put her hand to her throat and
vengeance! “I don’t know,” she admitted, busying herself with the mare’s tail. “I’ve been thinking about it, but I haven’t come to a decision.” “He ordered his horses for today,” the headman said implacably. “Surely he expects you to accompany him, if you will be his bride.” Seeing Alanna turn pale, he added, “He ordered that your horse be prepared, too.” Alanna felt the beginnings of irritation. “He had no right to do that. I haven’t given him my answer yet.” “Perhaps he believes he knows
I’ve been remembering all that’s happened since I won my shield.” Falling into step together, they walked toward the hill overlooking the village. “You slew the Sorcerer-Duke.” “You know, Halef Seif, I don’t dream about that much anymore. Maybe it was a waste, and I acted too quickly, but it’s over. So much has gone on since then. I came here, I met you and Kara and Kourrem—” “Ishak also,” he reminded her as they slowly climbed the hill. Alanna nodded; her mouth twisted sadly. “I guess what
Alanna. Taking a swallow from her tankard, the knight sat back with a sigh. “He was fine when last I heard from him two months ago. Coram and I’ve been on the road for weeks. I’ve never been out of Tortall before, so we took our time. Maren doesn’t seem much different.” Windfeld grinned. “Nor should it, Tortall and Tusaine and Maren bein’ cut from the same cloth. Things change, east of here.” Alanna saw a shadow cross her host’s face. “Trouble?” “Just the sickness that comes on a land now and