Chapter 36: Enclave VI
With Ephiras help, the vote to grant me a year probation to prove myself worthy of the sanctum was three to two. The fallout was glorious. It appeared to everyone else as if a thirteen-year-old boy had somehow melted the heart of Ephira, a notoriously cold and ruthlessly pragmatic member of the High Council through an impassioned speech. Only Nethtari, Guemon, and I knew the truth.
And Guemon had navigated himself into a corner. He glared at me across the room in a manner that let me know this matter would not be settled so easily.
Ralakos approached us afterwards. He grinned an easy smile, flashing his pointed incisors. Quite the show young Cairn. Theyll be talking about this for years.
Its all thanks to my excellent solicitor. I deflected, as the time for grandstanding and puffing myself up had passed. Were it not for her, I fear I would have made an ass of myself.
Nethtari shook her head. Ephira was not the only one sandbagging in that hearing.
Ralakos pointedly ignored the comment. Now that the ruling has been made official, I did want to extend an offer for young Cairn to stay at my estate. Theres plenty of space, and he will need to learn much in the coming months to prepare. Ralakos said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Nethtari stiffened slightly. I saw her tail peek out from under her dark robes towards her wrist before she stifled the motion Maya made often.
Ralakos seemed like a kind man. He was an ally, and the last thing I wanted to do was alienate him out of turn. But Id seen this kind of thing from nobles one too many times. He had conducted himself well in the hearing, but always maintained a retractable position. Now that the battle was won, so to speak, he intended to sweep in and pilfer the spoils. If I was successful, I would be a boon of respect to those who supported me.
But Nethtari had jumped into the fire for me, without knowing the outcome.
I bowed deeply to Ralakos. With all due respect, my people have a custom regarding this matter.
And what is that?
Its best to dance with the one that brought you. I stepped next to Nethtari, reinforcing us as a unit.
Nethtari looked genuinely surprised. Ralakos looked between the two of us and let out a deep boisterous laugh that turned several nearby heads.
Of course, I forget myself. Solicitor Nethtari did excellent work this fine day.
Thank you, Master Ralakos. Nethtari bowed.
If at all possible, I would like to take you up on your offer of assistance for further preparation, I said, hopefully.
Ralakos waved away the request. Consider it done. Nethtari, let me know if you need anything to make Cairns stay more comfortable.
It was a backhanded comment, but the sort that was absentmindedly spoken. I talked briefly with Ephira on the topic of the trade route, Guemon leering from the side all the while. She was the upper echelon sort I had the most experience in dealing with, the kind that, in the end, only cared about money. I did find myself wondering why, exactly, they were both so comfortable with the idea of abandoning the people within the gate. For now, that knowledge was beyond me.
The next six months passed incredibly quickly.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Despite my fears to the contrary, my father simply removed the blockade after receiving my letter. He sent no response, which was alarming. It made sense that he hadnt responded to the first letter. The fact that hed received the second, and acquiesced easily to my request, and hadnt responded was ominous. Perhaps hed found some of my predictions to be valid, but somehow, I doubted it was that simple. Things were never easy when it came to my father. He was playing his own game now, and I had no way of knowing what it was.
Most of my gold had been expended in the process of my recovery, and something I found out rather quickly about Mayas household was that everyone chipped in.
Early mornings were spent maintaining the routine Id built within the magus cell, jogging and working on my body. I woke up before everyone else and showered when I returned. After that, things turned hectic, either helping Kilvius with Rin or making sure Nethtari had everything she needed before she headed to the council for the day. Maya had daily responsibilities at the precipice, healing injured returning from the chasm, including infernal children that had given up on the sanctum.
Afternoons were split between studying and visiting one of the local apothecaries, usually to swap techniques and recipes with a kindly red infernal named Casikas, who paid me a modest wage. Once a week I visited Ralakos, though the man seemed more fascinated with the sound of his own voice than training me. He did send tutors to Nethtaris house, as well as one of his guardsmen to sparthe man was no Cephur, but at the very least it meant I was improving.
There was, indeed, a class system within the enclave, though it wasnt as much about skin-color as it was about magical affinity. The violet infernals held the highest potential for magic, followed by the blues, and finally the reds. There was significant variance within these categories, but generally, there was a relative cutoff. The most powerful blue would never exceed the level of a strong violet, and a weak blue would almost always be stronger than a red.
This time, the pebble did peg me in the forehead.
Ow. I shifted to look at Kilvius, who was watching me with a raised eyebrow.
Pay attention. There was the slightest touch of amusement in his voice. As I was saying, were gonna have to cut this short. Ill be taking Jorra with me into the marketplace to pick up some supplies for Maya. Better to not wait till the last minute. Do you want to come, or stay here and practice?
Ill stay.
You sure?
I nodded.
Kilvius looked between me and his son for a moment, then spoke. Jorra, go on ahead. Ill catch up. Jorra stretched his arms above his head, then jogged away, heading out the mouth of the cavern and towards the path that would take him back into the enclave.
Kilvius crouched beside me, arms on his knees. He watched Maya meditate, a wistful smile crossing his lips.
You know, you dont have to push so hard, he said.
I wasnt sure how to respond that. His comment was well-meaning, but felt antithetical to my entire situation. If only that were true.
Im speaking purely from a practical standpoint. I get that you think what youre doing is important. And it is. Theres a lot of weight on your shoulders. I can only speak from my limited experience, but you have to take a break now and then. Enjoy life a little. He eyed me knowingly. Get adequate amounts of sleep.
I flinched. Apparently, my vurseng enhanced reading and late night expeditions to the cavern had been noticed. He was probably right, of course. My behavior over the last few months was probably growing to the point of being unsustainable.
Im afraid. I admitted.
What are you afraid of?
That if I stop, even for a moment, Ill go back to the way I used to be. That Ill fall back into the same pattern of coasting day to day, expecting the world to handle itself for me. I scowled.
Kilvius laughed. Youre too young for that much self-awareness. He stood and clapped me on the shoulder. It may not seem like it right now, but youve made excellent progress. Working hard is fine. Just dont burn yourself out. I know Im practically a stranger to you, but still. Im proud of you.
Im proud of you.
Thank you. I said awkwardly. It was such a small thing, but no one had said those words to me since my mother died. The emotion that swelled in my chest was embarrassing and I looked away.
Kilvius said goodbye and took his leave.
I waited for a few minutes, then went to check to make sure there wasnt anyone lingering outside the chamber. Maya had stirred from her meditation and watched me.
All clear? She asked. Kastramoth rose on all four legs in anticipation. A string of drool dripped from his mouth.
Yep.
I removed my outer garment, not wanting to bloody it, then strode to the center of the chamber and drew my sword, staring down the demon.
Shall we?
