Lessa was wearing a pretty bracelet of polished silver, which consisted of many rings linked together in a precise manner. When Helen inquired after the new piece of jewelry, the proper-mannered girl had admitted that her father had forced her to wear it.
"What do you mean?" asked Anice, who was looking at the bracelet with shining eyes. "It's so pretty. Why would he have to force you? If you don't want it, give it to me."
"It's the same with you," she sighed, holding up her wrist so that the metal caught the sunlight in an attractive manner. "Truthfully, Mother caught me practicing magic a few days ago. When I woke up today my papa gave this to me and forbade me from taking it off."
"What do you mean, same with me?"
"You know, to keep my energies stable."
"Hold on. You can do magic? Since when?"
"Well, the only time I actually tried to use a spell, I almost drowned myself. That's why Papa made me wear this."
That bracelet's just like mine.
