She flipped a card into the air – a three of shields. When it landed back in her palm it was the ace of spells. ‘Like using them to make someone else’s money magically move from their pocket to mine, for example.’
‘How?’ Then I realised she was just talking about gambling, not actual magic. ‘Oh, right.’ I turned away and pulled back my wrist to fling another card at the door.
‘“Oh … right”,’ Ferius repeated, mimicking me in a way that made me feel stupid. ‘You Jan’Tep. You wouldn’t know real magic if it hit you in the face.’
Just then the door opened. I hadn’t been paying attention to the sounds of approaching footsteps. The card I’d been hurling at the door left my hand before I could stop it and an instant later hit my father right between the eyes.
I watched my father’s hands go up reflexively into the somatic form for a fire spell. I flinched, immediately bringing my arms up to cover my face and dropping the cards all over the floor in the process. When I noticed that I wasn’t engulfed in a ball of flame, I opened my eyes again and saw my parents standing by the door. My father looked more disappointed than angry.
My mother took immediate notice of Ferius sitting next to me. ‘Lady Ferius, I wasn’t aware that you’d returned. Can I—’
‘No “Lady”,’ Ferius interrupted.
‘Excuse me?’
‘I’m not a …’ and here Ferius waved her hand deferentially towards my mother before finishing with, ‘whatever.’
While I wasn’t sure what would qualify a Daroman woman as a ‘lady’, it was certainly true that Ferius had nothing in common with my mother. Ferius’s features might have been attractive on a woman who, well, dressed like a woman, but everything about her was sharp edges and hard angles. It was as if some mischievious god had designed her entirely for the purpose of smirking, making lewd remarks or sauntering into other people’s homes uninvited.
My mother, on the other hand, could have walked right out of a painting of the three goddesses of love and would have put the other two to shame. Her straight blonde hair was like Shalla’s, but with a deeper colour, as though lit from underneath by warm fires. She rarely wore excessive finery, yet her simple kasiris dress – a sheath of white muslin that went down to her ankles – drew no end of attention from the men in our city, sometimes annoyingly from my fellow initiates.
My father glanced at the open window and then at Ferius. He reached into a pocket of his coat and pulled out a small bag of blue silk. ‘I was going to seek you out later in the day, but since you’re already here, I wish to repay you for your service to my family.’
‘What, you mean chasing off old Ram … Ramey …’ She raised an eyebrow. ‘Heck, I can’t keep track of all the weird names your people have. Anyway, don’t think nothing of it.’
A flicker of irritation passed over my father’s features. ‘I would have dealt with Ra’meth and his sons myself. I was referring to Kellen’s weakness nearly costing him his life earlier.’
‘Well, in that case it’s the kid who owes me a debt, not you, Mister Ke’heops.’
My father’s jaw clenched. The implication that anything involving a member of his family might not be his concern was not something my father tolerated. This was getting ugly, fast.
‘Master,’ my father said.
‘Pardon me?’
‘A Jan’Tep mage of my rank is referred to as “master”.’
Ferius shrugged. ‘I’ve made it a policy never to call any man “master”, so I suppose we’ll just have to pretend we’re friends and I’ll call you Ke’heops.’
‘And you? Shall I call you Ferius Parfax?’ He jiggled the silk bag. Coins tinkled against each other. ‘Or do you go by Ferius Argos? That is how your kind are named, is it not?’
I glanced between my father and Ferius. ‘What’s going on?’ I asked.
‘The woman is an Argosi,’ he replied.
‘What’s an Argosi?’
Ferius reached out and plucked the small bag from my father’s hand. ‘Someone your people don’t understand very well, I’d say.’
My father nodded towards the coins that Ferius was now stuffing inside a pocket of her waistcoat. ‘It seems we understand you well enough.’
‘Were you not able to find a place to stay in the city?’ my mother asked. ‘You could stay here with us …’ Her words drifted off just enough at the end that even I caught her meaning.
‘That’s all right, ma’am,’ Ferius said. ‘Not enough booze in this house.’ She rose and walked past my mother and father to the door. ‘Besides, you’ve got too many spies.’ She abruptly banged the door right in its centre. From the other side I heard Shalla squeal a loud ‘Ouch!’ Ferius gave a little laugh and shook her head, the red curls shivering as if they too thought it was funny. ‘You Jan’Tep. You knock me out, you know that?’ She turned back to look at me briefly. There was a strange softness in her eyes. ‘Keep the cards, kid. You’ll need ’em.’ Then she opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone with my parents.
My mother came to me immediately and brought a hand to my forehead.
‘I’m fine, Mother,’ I said.
‘Unless you’ve become a healer without my knowing, that is for me to judge,’ she said, lightly tracing a finger around my left eye. It was something she did when I was sick – her way of reassuring me.
My father walked back to the door, picked up the card I’d hit him with and then slowly collected the others and placed the deck on the table. ‘Later today you will send one of the servants to return these to the Daroman woman.’
‘She said I could keep them.’
My father sat down on the table next to the settee, which was unusual for him. ‘Kellen, a son of the House of Ke doesn’t play with cards. He doesn’t gamble. He doesn’t cheat at his trials.’
‘I beat Tennat,’ I said, the combination of exhaustion and my earlier elation at learning to throw cards making me foolish. ‘Does it really make a difference how I did it?’
‘Cheats. Deceptions. Tricks. It is always tricks with you, Kellen. Tricks will not keep our family safe.’
I found myself tensing up. I resented my father in that moment, resented his lofty words and his honour and, above all else, his magic. Was it my fault the damned bands around my forearms wouldn’t spark? Was it my fault I had so little power inside me I could barely light a glow-glass lantern? Ever since I’d been a child I’d had to find ways around my problems, never able to force my way through them the way Shalla or my parents could do. ‘Tricks are all I have,’ I said.