Lea had not had a magician for decades, not being terribly important among the grand sprawls of the larger kingdoms; but Averet said they were all important, every blade of grass and every lace-maker and every lost pig he could find and bring home, and he said it seriously, still with a smile but with truth like starlight in grey eyes and pointed chin and lifted eyebrows. Part of the balance. Part of what kept the universe spinning: anchors, life, connection. Everything in place, in the web of magic.