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11 pages, Audiobook
First published May 22, 2001
"Kel wore the charm anyway, as a declaration that she could decide some things for herself."
Squire is basically everything I could ever want in a Tamora Pierce book, and if this series ended here, I would be okay with that. Kel really is a wonderful heroine, and I loved getting to see her finally achieve her dream in this novel.
Things about Squire:
- I was very happy that the trial for Lalasa's attackers wasn't forgotten, and I really liked the way that played out.
- King Jonathan is a great character, and it's been really interesting to see how he has grown and changed over time through the eyes of multiple different heroines (Alanna, Daine, and now Kel) who all view him from very different perspectives.
- I love Raoul. I also love how right he is as a mentor for Kel.
- I have mixed feelings about the Cleon/Kel romance. However, I like that we get so many of Kel's thoughts on it all. I also like that Kel models responsible behavior by thinking of and obtaining birth control even though she's not sure if she wants to or plans to have sex.
- I was happy that Raoul talked with Kel in such a non-judgmental way about her relationship with Cleon and how that might affect her career. Raoul's giving her advice and information that she needs to be able to make the decision that's right for her, and I like that he was willing to do that since she doesn't have access to women who might be able to tell her what she needs to know. Also, Raoul's awkwardness about talking to Kel about sex was adorable.
- Kel's discussion with her mother about sex is really interesting and gives a fuller picture of what Tortall's sexual mores are like.
- I have never cried so much over birds before.
- Kel finally gets to meet Alanna and it's everything I hoped it would be. Their conversation is so perfect in so many ways, and there were more tears.
- Kel's shield sounds awesome.
- The Chamber of the Ordeal is an asshole.
Kel watched him [George] intently. She wanted to know why the Lioness had married this man, who wasn't even handsome, for all that he was well muscled for someone in his late forties. The only attractive thing about him was a pair of humorous hazel eyes. Nice eyes hardly seemed to Kel like grounds for marriage.
“Yes,” the King's Champion said firmly. “I had the magic, don't you see, and the hand of the Goddess on me. Everyone could and did say I was a freak, one of those once-a-century people. No one else needs to strive for what I did, because they couldn't reach it.” Alanna smiled crookedly. “But you, bless you, you are real. Those girls watched you, and talked about your style in the saddle, and the things you did. They swore they'd take up archery, or riding, or Shang combat, because you had shown them it was all right.”
[Lalasa]’s eyes burned with a fierce light; there was a triumphant smile on her lips. She doesn’t realize it, Kel thought, feeling sick. She hasn’t seen that if we’d reported his attack on her, he might not have hurt those girls. She begged me not to—but I knew it wasn’t right. And I kept my mouth shut anyway.
[...]
"You're an idealist, Kel. See, I try to beat idealism out of Rider trainees. It just ruins their abilities to give a fair report. So long as there are nobles and commoners, the wealthy and the poor, those with power will be heard, and those without ignored. That's the world."
"I don't accept that," Kel said grimly.
"I didn't say you should," Buri replied. "Three nights a week your Lalasa closes her shop early. She teaches city girls - commoners - holds, blows, and kicks that will help them to escape and attacker She learned all that somewhere. And it does the girls more good than your courting frostbite to shoot a bow you don't even like. There's now a demand for arms teachers for young noblewomen. Seven female Riders this year asked me for references to get them such posts. And may I remind you that a particular law is being revised right now because you had the nerve to tell King Jonathan it should be changed?"
"I still should have reported Vinson at the Temple of the Goddess," Kel said stubbornly.
"Very well, you should have done," Buri agreed, her face sober. "Next time, you will. [...] The world is imperfect, Kel. But you do more than your share to set things right. Next time, report it. Even if nothing is done because the one reported is too powerful, a record will be made. And when he does it again, the record will show he won't stop."
Kel’s mouth popped open when she read her [jousting] opponent’s name. “You’d better see the coffin maker and order me a box,” she told Cleon.
He straightened, confused, and read the name she pointed to: Wyldon of Cavall.
“Gods protect me, you’re going to die a virgin,” he whispered. “What say we find a nice private haystack and take care of that?”
[...]
On came Wyldon as Kel’s focus narrowed to his shield. She barely felt Peachblossom under her, barely noticed Wyldon or his mount, just his shield as she rose, balanced, and hit. Again a splintering crash: Kel’s lance went to pieces; a third of Wyldon’s snapped off. They returned to their start points for new lances.
I’m doomed, Kel thought. I should have bedded Cleon before I died.
“I had the magic, don’t you see, and the hand of the Goddess on me. Everyone could and did say I was a freak, one of those once-a-century people. No one else needs to strive for what I did, because they couldn’t reach it.” Alanna smiled crookedly. “But you, bless you, you are real. Those girls watched you, and talked about your style in the saddle, and the things you did. They swore they’d take up archery, or riding, or Shang combat, because you had shown them it was all right. I was so proud.”