from foot to foot.
âRight there is Dejainâs place,â he said, pointing to a building set a little away from the others; it was at the other end of the compound from Kesslerâs office. âPerhaps â if you adopt a more cooperative spirit â I might warn you about something important. Have fun.â
He sauntered off, his boots crunching the tiny rocks in the road.
I stuck my tongue out until the roots hurt, which only made me feel slightly better.
Four
Except for being set apart from the other buildings along that street, from the outside Dejainâs building looked like the others.
The inside was as different from Kesslerâs as you could imagine.
The air was cool, the furnishings pretty, and comfortable. There were fine pictures on the walls between tall shelves of books. Solid gold candleholders gleamed with rich beauty on carved side tables.
Dejain was even prettier than her surroundings.
âCome in, Cherene Jennet,â she said. Her voice was pretty, too.
I entered to find a young, slightly built blond woman. Iâd guessed Kessler and Alsaes were maybe half-a-dozen years older than Puddlenose or even Rel, no more than ten. This lady seemed closer to Relâs age, though she was an adult and he wasnât. Quite.
âMy workroom is back here,â she said, and I followed her trailing pale blue skirts to a magic chamber with the same weird smells and chemical stains that marked Shnitâs and Kwenzâ.
Dejain was an adept at dark magic.
And I was expected to learn it.
âHave you any questions, child?â she asked, moving behind a worktable. âYou wonât mind if I continue with the project at hand?â
âNo,â I said quickly. And then â because I was curious, and it seemed safer than discussing magic â I said, âThat Alsaes called me Kesslerâs pet. I donât get it â I just met Kessler yesterday.â
âAlsaes,â Dejain said, and she laughed softly, a pleasant sound. âHeâs Kesslerâs oldest friend. Not very smart, so heâll never see that heâs as high as he is only out of Kesslerâs absurd sense of loyalty. But since that Sherwood boy failed him â just as well, for he knows nothing of magic â it seems that Kessler has selected you as a possible heir.â
âA what?â
âSurely you understood that?â Dejain looked at me with a kind of amused surprise. âKessler is not known for convoluted speaking.â
âUm, everything is so new, I am having trouble understanding it all,â I mumbled. âAnd I didnât sleep well last night.â
âAh.â One of her brows lifted slightly, and I knew that she added meaning to my comment about sleeping. But she didnât say anything.
So I went back to the subject that interested me most. âWhy me? Because Shnit hates me?â
âThat was certainly a priority, and it would explain Kesslerâs sense of betrayal, and his anger, when the Sherwood boy turned him down, especially after the refusal of the tall one. Whatâs his name? Rel. Coming from a humble background, working hard to become so skilled. Everything Kessler wants in his leaders, yet Rel refused adamantly. You can see how that would infuriate Kessler. He does not like his gifts turned down.â
Puddlenose hadnât told me that. So he held things back out of embarrassment, too. And of course Rel had just sat there and Relled at me.
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