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Chapter no 9

Daughter of No Worlds

I began by raiding Maxโ€™s 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 Iโ€™d seen Nura draw, but I had no idea what they did. The books didnโ€™t 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 โ€œcleaning 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. โ€œHow far did those get you? Theyโ€™re 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 didnโ€™tย 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 Maxโ€™s 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. โ€œYou should knock. One of these days youโ€™re going to walk in on something that you donโ€™t want to see.โ€

The newcomerโ€™s brows rose, just slightly. โ€œIs that what Iโ€™m doing now?โ€

โ€œNot 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. โ€œSammerin. 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. โ€œTisaanah.โ€

โ€œThis is my apprentice,โ€ Max said. He hadnโ€™t stopped eating through this exchange. โ€œAt least, so they tell me.โ€

Sammerin straightened, his eyebrows jumping. โ€œSheโ€™s your apprentice?โ€

Every single word is that small sentence was emphasized in a different way, communicating a different meaning.

โ€œSheโ€™sย your apprentice?โ€ Translation:ย Sheโ€™s a Valtain, and a Fragmented one for good measure.

โ€œSheโ€™s yourย apprentice?โ€ย Translation:ย Sheโ€™s way too old for this.

โ€œSheโ€™sย 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. โ€œYes, apparently.โ€

Sammerin seemed stunned by this, his brow wrinkling thoughtfully. Then it smoothed as offered me a small smile. โ€œItโ€™s lovely to meet you, Tisaanah. Iโ€™m sorry that youโ€™ve been saddled with such an unpleasant mentor.โ€

I liked him.

Max jerked upright, leaning to peer around Sammerinโ€™s body at the doorway. โ€œWhat did I tell you? No apprentices allowed in the house!โ€

โ€œYou just said thatย sheโ€™s 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.

โ€œThis one wonโ€™t leave, so it appears that Iโ€™m stuck with her. But if she broke as many of my things as you did, Iโ€™d banish her, too.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry about the spyglass, it wasโ€”โ€

Sammerin looked down at the boy. โ€œWhy donโ€™t you go outside and practice todayโ€™s lesson? I wonโ€™t be here long.โ€

โ€œButโ€”โ€

โ€œMoth.โ€ The patience in Sammerinโ€™s voice was so threadbare that it sounded within seconds of tearing.

The child sighed. โ€œFine,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.

โ€œThat boy. You have no idea.โ€ I had some idea.

โ€œI have some idea,โ€ Max said.

โ€œFive 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. โ€œSo, 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.

โ€œNura justย leftย her here yesterday,โ€ Max grumbled.

โ€œMy 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.

โ€œI must apprentice for joining the Orders. Max is the only one who can do it. So I am here.โ€

โ€œHm.โ€ A flicker crossed Sammerinโ€™s face, gone before I could identify it. Then, โ€œYou arenโ€™t from Ara, are you?โ€

Oh, he was pretending that my accent wasnโ€™t that noticeable. Very cute. โ€œI came from Threll.โ€

โ€œThat is a long journey.โ€ I nodded.

Sammerinโ€™s fingers hovered at his chin, thoughtfully brushing his cropped beard. โ€œAnd you came just for the Orders?โ€

I nodded. โ€œI met a Valtain, Zeryth, who teach me about them. He said he would introduce me, butโ€ฆโ€

Sammerin and Max exchanged a look. Max sat up straighter, suddenly attentive. โ€œZerythย Aldris?โ€

โ€œYes.โ€ I flicked my eyes between the two men across from me, my own interest piqued by theirs. โ€œYou know him?โ€

โ€œWhat was Zeryth doing in Threll?โ€ Max asked.

โ€œHe said โ€” Order things.โ€ I tried not to look too interested. โ€œWhy?โ€

Silence for a second too long. โ€œWeโ€™re just curious,โ€ Sammerin said.

โ€œHow do you know him?โ€ โ€œItโ€™s a long story. Weโ€”โ€

โ€œSammerin, I donโ€™t mean to interrupt you butโ€”โ€ Max stood up, peering out the window. โ€œYour apprentice has set my rose bushes on fire.โ€

Sammerin jumped to his feet, muttering a word that I didnโ€™t understand but was spoken with the violent enthusiasm of a curse. โ€œThat boy. You have no idea.โ€

I have some idea,ย I thought.

โ€œFive 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. โ€œIt was lovely to meet you, Tisaanah.โ€

โ€œAnd 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.

โ€œWhat about me?โ€ Max said. โ€œWas itย lovelyย to see me, Sammerin?โ€

Sammerin placed a sarcastic hand over his heart. โ€œAlways, Max.โ€

Then he slipped out the door, leaving it to slam behind him. In the distance, we heard his voice. โ€œMoth! By the Ascended, what are youย doing?โ€

โ€œI was justโ€”โ€

โ€œYou canโ€™t just wander around throwing those sparksโ€”โ€

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.

โ€œYou could haveย thatย apprentice,โ€ I said, at last.

A smile quirked at the corners of Maxโ€™s mouth, though it looked like he was fighting it desperately. โ€œTrue,โ€ he replied.

And then, at the same time, we both chuckled.

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