Chapter Sixteen
Llandry had tried the shape of almost every type of creature she could think of. It came easily to her, once she had the trick of it; borrowing the appearance of beast after beast scarcely even wearied her.
Taking the shape was one thing, but using it proved to be another. For a girl used to walking on two legs, it was no easy task to accustom herself to walking on four, or even none. Flight, too, was difficult; she may be winged in her human form but bird flight worked differently.
She and the other hereditaries worked hard at it. This new skill had to be mastered — not merely because it delighted them to do it (although it did), but because, properly employed, it was another weapon at their disposal. Llandry was intrigued to notice that Sigwide always knew her, no matt
