Fire Study
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Once we reached Booruby, we would find the others and decide our next move. I brooded over the fact we had lost the Vermin and worried about which direction Cahil and Ferde had gone. Back to the plains or plateau? Or engaging in another scheme to gain power?
Ferde had kidnapped Tula from her home in Booruby. His only victim found alive, Tula had been sent to the Magician’s Keep. I healed her body and found her soul only to lose both to Ferde. Guilt welled in my throat. His freedom ate at my heart.
I tightened my grip on the reins, causing Kiki to snort in agitation.
Sorry. I relaxed. I was thinking about Ferde and Cahil.
Peppermint Man like apple, Kiki said, referring to Cahil.
Why do you say that? I knew Kiki loved apples.
He black apple. No one wants.
I saw an image of rotting apples on the ground.
Bad. But good come.
Kiki showed how the seeds inside grew roots and became a tree after the apple decayed. Are you saying a good thing might come from Peppermint Man? Or if he dies, it would be beneficial?
Yes.
Cryptic horse advice? Well now I could die happy—I’d heard it all.
Two days later, we reached Booruby. Clusters of wooden and stone houses marked the outskirts of the city. The forest thinned. And the clear air fogged to a haze of smoke, coal dust and sawdust that hovered over the main street’s buildings. The thick air assaulted us with the smells of garbage mixed with human waste. People bustled along the walkways and wagons full of goods choked the roads. Stores and stands had been wedged between factories and business offices.
Moon Man’s alarmed face showed his discomfort as we maneuvered our horses through the crowded streets. He led us to the Three Ghosts Inn. The stone-faced building leaned its narrow four-story height against its neighbor. Through a tight alley, we led the horses to an empty stable just big enough to hold six horses.
The stalls were clean and had fresh straw and water. A stable boy soon joined us as we took off the horses’ saddles. The quiet boy helped us groom and feed them. He shot me a shy smile when I tipped him.
We had passed a number of inns on our way into the city. “Why this inn?” I asked Moon Man as we carried our bags through the alley.
“I liked the name. Although…” He paused as if deep in thought.
“Although?” I prompted.
“I have not encountered the three ghosts. Perhaps you will have better luck.”
I laughed. “You don’t really believe in ghosts?”
Moon Man stopped and I bumped into him. He turned around, revealing his shocked expression. “How can you not? They are lost souls. You can help them find their way. Like you did for Reyad.”
I put a hand out to steady myself. “Reyad was…” The man I had killed in Ixia. The reason I had been awaiting execution before Valek offered me the food taster’s job. “How did you—”
“Story Weaver, remember? I know all the threads that are woven into your life.”
“But I thought his ghost had been my imagination. A manifestation of my fears. Why haven’t I seen any others? If I can help them, why aren’t they all around me?”
“Perhaps they are and you do not wish to see them.”
“This is weird,” Leif said.
I agreed with him. My skin crawled with goose bumps, imagining being surrounded by invisible ghosts.
“I could teach—”
“Let’s get inside.” I cut off Moon Man’s offer. Of all the things I wished he would teach me, seeing ghosts wasn’t high on my list.
“Yes, let’s. I’m hungry.” Leif patted his stomach.
We entered into a common area. Wooden tables and long benches scarred with hard use lined the slender room. A fire crackled in the stone hearth, but the area was empty.
“Dinner’s a few hours off,” a woman said. She leaned from a doorway near the back wall. Spotting Moon Man, she smiled and walked toward us. “Mr. Moon! I’m so glad you’re back. Your friends left this morning, but I suspect they’ll be coming back for dinner. Mr. Tauno loves my vegetable stew.”
The woman’s steel-gray hair was pulled back into a bun. Small wisps of hair framed her oval face. Her fair skin caused me to wonder if she was a refugee from Ixia. When the Commander had launched his campaign to take over Ixia, many Ixians fled to Sitia before the Commander closed the border.
The innkeeper scanned Leif and me with bright intelligence in her sky-blue eyes. Her gaze lingered on my hands before returning to Moon Man.
“Will you be needing another room?” she asked.
“Yes. Mrs. Floranne, this is Yelena and Leif.”
She wiped her hands on her apron before shaking our hands. “I’ll be showing you to your rooms, then.”
We followed her up the stairs. Stopping on the third floor, she led us down the slim hallway. She opened the second door on the left.
“This’ll be Miss Yelena’s room. Will Mr. Leif be staying with you, Mr. Moon, or do you need another room?”
Sweat beaded Moon Man’s face and he glanced around the tight hallway as if seeking a way out.
“Leif can stay with me,” I said, spotting two beds inside the tiny room.
Disapproval radiated from Mrs. Floranne’s stiff demeanor, but before she could comment I added, “He’s my brother.”
Her face softened and she relaxed. “I’ll be ringing the bell when dinner’s ready. Don’t be late.” She left us alone.
Leif stifled a giggle. “Interesting place you found here, Mr. Moon.”