I began by raiding Maxโs bookcases, sprawling the tomes all over the floor and chipping through words I hardly
understood. Something in here had to help me, or at least give me a hint as to what would impress the Orders. But reading them felt like wading through sludge. Aran words blurred in front of me, little more than a tangle of letters. Tucked between books were pieces of parchments with circles scribbled on them, similar to the ones Iโd seen Nura draw, but I had no idea what they did. The books didnโt help with that, either.
Max regarded me through all of this, ignoring me except to remind me not to touch something or to clean up whatever I had misplaced (I refrained from pointing out that โcleaning upโ was an awfully relative term, in this house). Eventually, he went into the kitchen and soon, aromas that made my stomach rumble filled the house. He emerged with two plates, motioning for me to sit.
I slid into a chair, not even really bothering to look at what I was eating before inhaling it. I was that hungry.
Max eyed the pile of books at the center of the floor. โHow far did those get you? Theyโre not exactly easy reading.โ
I pushed my rice around my plate. Before I could find a way to tell him exactly how far theyย didnโtย get me, the door
swung open.
I looked up to see a man standing in the doorway โ tall and straight-backed, hands tucked into the pockets of a well-fitting bronze jacket. He was perhaps Maxโs age, with dark skin, cropped black hair, and quiet eyes that slowly moved from me to Max and back again.
Max looked over his shoulder. โYou should knock. One of these days youโre going to walk in on something that you donโt want to see.โ
The newcomerโs brows rose, just slightly. โIs that what Iโm doing now?โ
โNot that kind of scandal, sadly.โ
He shot Max a questioning look, then took a step forward and leaned over the table, extending a hand to me. โSammerin. Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?โ His voice was low and smooth, deep but inviting and gentle.
It took me just long enough to be awkward to realize that I was supposed to grasp his hand. This was not a common greeting in Threll. โTisaanah.โ
โThis is my apprentice,โ Max said. He hadnโt stopped eating through this exchange. โAt least, so they tell me.โ
Sammerin straightened, his eyebrows jumping. โSheโs your apprentice?โ
Every single word is that small sentence was emphasized in a different way, communicating a different meaning.
โSheโsย your apprentice?โ Translation:ย Sheโs a Valtain, and a Fragmented one for good measure.
โSheโs yourย apprentice?โย Translation:ย Sheโs way too old for this.
โSheโsย yourย apprentice?โ Translation:ย They gotย youย to take an apprentice?
It was oddly comforting, the way these things transcended language. And that I could hear those little nuances in Aran just as I did in Thereni.
Max sighed. โYes, apparently.โ
Sammerin seemed stunned by this, his brow wrinkling thoughtfully. Then it smoothed as offered me a small smile. โItโs lovely to meet you, Tisaanah. Iโm sorry that youโve been saddled with such an unpleasant mentor.โ
I liked him.
Max jerked upright, leaning to peer around Sammerinโs body at the doorway. โWhat did I tell you? No apprentices allowed in the house!โ
โYou just said thatย sheโs an apprentice,โ a wavering, lisped voice replied. I craned my neck to see a boy standing behind Sammerin, perhaps twelve years old, chubby with a mopped head of curly blond hair.
โThis one wonโt leave, so it appears that Iโm stuck with her. But if she broke as many of my things as you did, Iโd banish her, too.โ
โIโm sorry about the spyglass, it wasโโ
Sammerin looked down at the boy. โWhy donโt you go outside and practice todayโs lesson? I wonโt be here long.โ
โButโโ
โMoth.โ The patience in Sammerinโs voice was so threadbare that it sounded within seconds of tearing.
The child sighed. โFine,โ he huffed, then retreated into the garden. Sammerin shut the door behind him, letting out a low, exasperated breath as he sank into a chair.
โThat boy. You have no idea.โ I had some idea.
โI have some idea,โ Max said.
โFive and a half years left.โ Sammerin eyed the bottle of wine. Max poured him a glass and slid it across the table.
Sammerin straightened as he turned back to me, as if he was trying to shake off his frustration. โSo, Tisaanah. Tell me about yourself.โ He was so soft-spoken that I found myself leaning closer in order to hear him. I wondered if this was intentional.
โNura justย leftย her here yesterday,โ Max grumbled.
โMy question was not directed at you.โ Sammerin gave Max a withering look, then turned a much more pleasant gaze to me, waiting politely.
Yes, I decided, I definitely liked him.
โI must apprentice for joining the Orders. Max is the only one who can do it. So I am here.โ
โHm.โ A flicker crossed Sammerinโs face, gone before I could identify it. Then, โYou arenโt from Ara, are you?โ
Oh, he was pretending that my accent wasnโt that noticeable. Very cute. โI came from Threll.โ
โThat is a long journey.โ I nodded.
Sammerinโs fingers hovered at his chin, thoughtfully brushing his cropped beard. โAnd you came just for the Orders?โ
I nodded. โI met a Valtain, Zeryth, who teach me about them. He said he would introduce me, butโฆโ
Sammerin and Max exchanged a look. Max sat up straighter, suddenly attentive. โZerythย Aldris?โ
โYes.โ I flicked my eyes between the two men across from me, my own interest piqued by theirs. โYou know him?โ
โWhat was Zeryth doing in Threll?โ Max asked.
โHe said โ Order things.โ I tried not to look too interested. โWhy?โ
Silence for a second too long. โWeโre just curious,โ Sammerin said.
โHow do you know him?โ โItโs a long story. Weโโ
โSammerin, I donโt mean to interrupt you butโโ Max stood up, peering out the window. โYour apprentice has set my rose bushes on fire.โ
Sammerin jumped to his feet, muttering a word that I didnโt understand but was spoken with the violent enthusiasm of a curse. โThat boy. You have no idea.โ
I have some idea,ย I thought.
โFive years, four months, and twenty-six days.โ Sammerin paused at the door, his voice softening into a honeyed tone that, I suspected, was reserved only for attractive young women. โIt was lovely to meet you, Tisaanah.โ
โAnd you.โ I unleashed my most well-practiced, charming smile.
I wondered if Sammerin would be open to taking a second apprentice. He seemed far more agreeable.
โWhat about me?โ Max said. โWas itย lovelyย to see me, Sammerin?โ
Sammerin placed a sarcastic hand over his heart. โAlways, Max.โ
Then he slipped out the door, leaving it to slam behind him. In the distance, we heard his voice. โMoth! By the Ascended, what are youย doing?โ
โI was justโโ
โYou canโt just wander around throwing those sparksโโ
The voices stopped abruptly. I wondered if they had disappeared like Nura had when she brought me here.
Max and I sat in silence for a moment, looking at each other.
โYou could haveย thatย apprentice,โ I said, at last.
A smile quirked at the corners of Maxโs mouth, though it looked like he was fighting it desperately. โTrue,โ he replied.
And then, at the same time, we both chuckled.