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"People are missing," Jardena said. "Old promises were broken. Your maps involve Halmar. Why?"

Mistress Jardena's hands bore the small scars that hard work gives and the gentler marks of someone who had chosen the long labor of keeping a promise. She walked the cliffs and tended the rose and, when necessary, slipped into the rock seam where tide-roads breathed and listened to what the ocean had to say. mistress jardena

Jardena raised the silver circlet on her hand. "Then you will leave these maps," she said. "People are missing," Jardena said

Locke drew his sword. "Then you stand between me and profit." "Then you will leave these maps," she said

There were arguments, as there always are when anything is given up for the common good. Some wanted to close the pact entirely—keep the knowledge tightly guarded. Others wanted to profit by selling safe passages. Jardena listened and measured like one mending a net: which holes must be tied off gently, which tightened. In the end, she tied the pact with her own word—she would be guardian, but not alone. The council would decide. The Heart would be kept with the town in a vault beneath the lighthouse, accessible to all its members when sea and need required.