It was February twenty-sixth. Wren set out the white cloth first, then the shallow glass dish on top of it, then the lancet, and she told me what each thing was going to do before she came near my hand."Blood is what we check. If a bond is released, what comes out of you runs thin, goes pale before I am done counting to ten, and quits. If it is held, it stays dark and the edge does not thin. That is the whole of the test and there is no more to it than that.""Do it.""It will burn. That is the silver and not the finding, and it will burn the same whichever way the dish goes, so do not read anything into it.""Then stop warning me and take my hand."She wiped my thumb, held it, and put the lancet in.It went through like a wire of heat under the skin, the way silver goes through anybody, and it was done before I had finished flinching. She turned my hand over the dish, let the bead fall, and counted to ten out loud so that everybody heard the same count.The bead sat where it landed.
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