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Title:
Page
Author:
Pierce, Tamora.
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Publication Information:
New York : Random House, 2000.
Physical Description:
257 pages ; 22 cm.
Summary:
Keladry of Mindelan continues her training to become a squire with the aid of a new maid, the support of her friends, interference from some other pages, and some serious, even dangerous opposition.
Language:
English
Reading Level:
730 Lexile.
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR MG 5.4 9.0 45795.

Reading Counts RC 6-8 6.4 15 Quiz: 22306 Guided reading level: W.
ISBN:
9780679889151

9780679989158
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Book

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Summary

Summary

For use in schools and libraries only. The adventures of Keladry of Mindalen, daughter of nobles, begin with her service as a page and her efforts to prove herself to the males around her so to fulfill her dreams of becoming a knight.


Author Notes

Author Tamora Pierce was born in South Connellsville, Pennsylvania on December 13, 1954. She received a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Pennsylvania. Her first book, Alanna: The First Adventure, was published in 1983 and she became a full-time author in 1992. She writes fantasy books, mainly involving young heroines, for young adults. She is the author of numerous series including Song of the Lioness; The Immortals; Circle of Magic; Protector of the Small; The Circle Opens; Daughter of the Lioness; The Circle Reforged; and Beka Cooper. Her novel Battle Magic was a New York Times bestseller.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 2

Booklist Review

Gr. 5^-8. Keladry, who survived her probationary year of knight training despite considerable opposition in First Test (1999), moves on to the next three years as a page. She fights only when protecting someone being bullied, befriends a stray dog, and takes on a maid who needs the job to avoid being harassed by the nobility. Mature beyond her years, Kel remains refreshingly untemperamental, working hard to retain her calm demeanor and quick wits even when her group is attacked by bandits. The book gets off to a bit of a slow start, but the pace builds as Kel is tested on all fronts, with vividly described fight scenes and a rescue attempt that almost costs Kel her hard-won status. To the adventure, Pierce adds just a touch of romance and some practical concerns as Kel develops breasts and starts her "monthlies." Pierce's legion of fans will love this, they will and anxiously await the next in the Protector of the Small series to see who chooses Keladry as squire. --Susan Dove Lempke


School Library Journal Review

Gr 5-8-Though Keladry has the courage and determination necessary to be a page, she's the only female among the teens and tweens training to become knights in this novel (Random, 2000) by Tamora Pierce. Mixing magic and medieval settings, the author continues the series begun with First Test (Random, 1999). Her year is off to a busy start when she unexpectedly adds a stray dog and a timorous maid to her list of responsibilities. Both prove loyal and caring as do her friends. The young noblewoman is not afraid to challenge her taunters when they harass her or haze first year students. After a brawl gets them all in trouble, practice with swords, axes, and spears keep them all too tired to rekindle the fight. Over the next three years, serving at the midwinter feast teaches courtly manners and summer treks develop tactical skills. When Keladry and several friends are attacked, she shows her leadership gifts and saves the group from almost certain death or capture. Keladry grows into a young woman now drawn romantically to old friend Neal. On the day of the final page test, Keladry's maid and dog are kidnapped and choosing to rescue them displays her inner strength. Bernadette Dunne narrates with smooth assurance, giving even minor characters distinctive voices. While there's enough adventure here for guys, Keladry's concerns about getting her period and developing a feminine physique make Page appealing to girls facing the same issues.-Barbara Wysocki, Cora J. Belden Library, Rocky Hill, CT (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

PAGE KELADRY Fall that year was warm. Heat lay in a blanket over the basin of the River Olorun, where the capital of Tortall covered the banks. No breath of air stirred the pennants and flags on their poles. The river itself was a band of glass, without a breeze anywhere to ruffle its shinning surface. Traffic in the city moved as if the air were thick honey No one with sense cared to rush. Behind the royal palace, eleven-year-old Keladry of Mindelan stared at the rising ground that led from the training yards to the pages' wing and decided that she had no sense. She felt as if she'd let people beat her with mallets all morning. Surely it was too hot for her to do as she normally did -run up that hill to reach her rooms and bathe. After all, she would be the only one to know if she walked today. Who would think this cursed harness would make such a difference? she wondered, reaching under her canvas practice coat to finger broad leather straps. At some point during her first year as page, she had learned that second-, third-, and fourth-years wore weighted- harnesses, and that more weights were -added every four months, but she had never considered it in terms of herself Now she wished that she had donned something of the kind in the empty summer months, when she made the daily trek to the palace to keep up her training. If she had, she wouldn't ache so much now. She wiped her sleeve over her forehead. It's not even like you're carrying a lot - of weight, she scolded herself. Eight little disks- maybe two pounds in lead. You trained last year and all summer with lead-weighted weapons, just to build your strength. This can't be that different! But it was. Hand-to-hand combat, staff work, archery, and riding took extra effort with two pounds of lead hanging on her shoulders, chest, and back. I've got to run, she told herself wearily. If I don't move soon, I'll be late to wash and late to lunch, and Lord Wy1don will give me punishment work. So heat or no, I have to go up that hill. I may as well run it. She waited a moment more, steeling herself. She hated this run. That slowly rising ground was torture on her legs even last spring, when she'd been running it off and on for more than half a year. No stranger, looking at her, would have thought this disheveled girl was the sort to cause a storm of argument at court. She had a dreamer's quiet hazel eyes, framed in long lashes, and plain brown hair that she wore cropped as short as a boy's. Her nose was small and delicate, her skin tan and dusted with freckles. She was big for a girl of eleven, five feet three inches tall and solidly built. Only someone who looked closely at her calm face would detect a spark in her level gaze, and determination in her mouth and chin. At last she groaned and began to trot up the hill. Her path took her behind the mews, the kennels, and the forges. Men and women in palace livery and servants' garb waved as she ran past. A woman told some kennel workers, "Looka here- tol' ya she'd be back!" Kel smiled through pouring sweat. No one had thought that the old-fashioned training master would allow the first-known girl page in over a century to stay after her first year. When Lord WyIdon surprised the world and allowed Kel to stay, many had assumed Kel would "come to her senses" and drop out over the summer holiday. You'd think by now they'd know I won't quit, she thought as she toiled on up the hill. She was lurching when she reached the kitchen gardens, her shortcut to the pages' wing. There she had to catch her breath. An upended bucket did for a seat. She inhaled the scents of marjoram, sage, and thyme, massaging her calf muscles. For the hundredth time she wished she could use the palace baths as the boys did, instead of having to go all the way to her room to wash up. "Hi! You!" cried a male voice from the direction -of the kitchens. "Come back with those sausages!" Kel got to her feet. A cook raced out of the kitchen, waving a meat cleaver. Empty beanpoles, stripped after the harvest, went flying as he crashed through them. Metal flashed as the cleaver chopped through the air. The man doubled back and ran on, plainly chasing something far smaller than he. Once he stumbled; once he dropped the cleaver. On he came, cursing. The dog he pursued raced toward Kel. A string of fat sausages hung from his jaws. With a last burst of speed, the animal ducked behind Kel. The cook charged them, cleaver raised. "I'll kill YOU this time!" he screeched, face crimson with fury. Kel put her hands on her hips. "Me or the dog?" "Out of the way, page!" he snarled, circling to her left. "He's stolen his last meal!" As she turned to keep herself between the man and his prey, Kel glanced behind her. The dog huddled by her seat, gobbling his catch. "Stop right there," Kel ordered the man. "Move, or I'll report this to my lord Wyldon," he snapped. "I'll get that mongrel good and proper!" Kel gathered dog and sausages up in her arms. "You1l do no such thing," she retorted. The dog, knowing what was important, continued to gorge. "You'll hand that animal over now, my lad, if you know what's right," the servant told her. "He's naught but a thieving stray. He's got to be stopped." "With a meat cleaver?" demanded Kel. "If that's what it takes." No," she said flatly. "No killing. I'll see to it the dog doesn't steal from you." "Sausages is worth money! Who's to pay for them? Not me!" Kel reached instinctively for her belt and sighed, impatient with herself She didn't wear her purse with training clothes. "Go to Salma Aynnar, In charge of the pages' wing," she said loftily. "Tell her Keladry of Mindelan requests that she pay you the cost of these sausages from my pocket money. And you'd better not overcharge her," she added. "Kel ... Oh, Mithros's"- he looked at her and changed what he'd been about to say-"shield. You're the girl. Being softhearted will do you no good, mistress," he informed her. "Be sure I'll get my money. And if I see that animal here again" -he pointed at Kel's armful-"I'll chop him up for cat-meat, see if I won't!" He thrust his cleaver into his belt and stomped back to the kitchens, muttering. Kel adjusted her hold on the dog and his prize and headed for the pages' wing. "We aren't allowed pets, you know," she informed her passenger. "With my luck, all those sausages will make you sick, and I'll have to clean it up." She passed through an open door into the cool stone halls of the palace. As she trotted along, she examined her armful. The dog's left car was only a tatter. He was gray-white for the most part; black splotches adorned the end of his nose, hiĀ§- only whole ear, and his rump. The rest of him was scars, healing scrapes, and staring ribs. His sausages eaten, he peered up into her face with two small, black, triangular eyes and licked her. His tail, broken in two places and healed crookedly, beat her arm. "I am not your friend," Kel said as she reached her door. From the Paperback edition. Excerpted from Page by Tamora Pierce All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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