Heart Fire (Celta Book 13) Page 12

  “Antenn Blackthorn-Moss’s mother,” Tiana said.

  “That’s right.”

  Tiana leaned back, staring at all three folders, and a chain of inner personal questions pinged through her brain, quickly asked, quickly needing answers. Her life had twisted and flipped in the last day. The challenges ahead of her, internal and external, loomed big and nearly insurmountable . . . at least so they loomed in her inner vision.

  Much was being asked of her. She could quit. She could live in BalmHeal Residence and work on the estate for the rest of her life, become hermitlike as her parents had. Did she want her career? This career? Yes. The Lady had called her when young and she had answered. This was her vocation.

  Move on to the next question.

  She’d have to root out her anger and pain and fear with regard to the past. Could she do that? She could try. No, not try. She could Heal, would Heal whatever wounds lingered inside her. But if she went on, she’d have to deal with those challenges.

  She’d have to live away from the bedrock support of her Family, the deep security of BalmHeal estate. That part sounded a little exciting, but scary. And the idea that the Turquoise House would welcome her, decorate for her tastes, was near staggering. A huge benefit of these changes.

  And there was more at stake here than just one building project, even a huge cathedral, or her career.

  She was the best person for this particular job. No one could understand both religions as she could. If she withdrew from being the liaison, wouldn’t that be hurting society itself? Letting people from two religions stumble through what should be a smooth partnership, perhaps insult and alienate one another? This did have the potential to fracture elements of society, have it solidify into rigid structures of distrusting religious differences that might take years to overcome.

  The High Priestess watched her patiently, ready to give her all the time she could, Tiana knew, to work through her decision though the joint press conference was within a septhour. D’Sandalwood was a good woman, a good employer, a good role model.

  Tiana had help: the High Priest and Priestess, her excellent friends Camellia and Glyssa as well as her Temple colleagues, her Family, even her Fam.

  And Antenn Blackthorn-Moss. He’d help.

  No, she wasn’t totally alone anymore. “I can’t make this decision for two of us without input,” she said.

  Thirteen

  D’Sandalwood frowned. “Two of you?”

  Felonerb, to me! Tiana shouted mentally. Unlike most humans who usually needed spatial and light cues, Fams could teleport to their persons. Perhaps it was because of their size . . . or their animal natures.

  I am here! Felonerb appeared on her lap. This time she wasn’t surprised that he smelled a little less than pleasant, or that he dropped a semiclean, unknown-origin bone in her lap. He gave her a lick near her chin, then picked up the bone and began to crunch . . . and little flakes of stuff fell on her lap.

  He turned to the High Priestess with a grin around his bone. Greetyou, Holy Woman!

  D’Sandalwood appeared delighted. “Greetyou . . .”

  FELONERB RATKILLER MUGWORT!

  The High Priestess coughed. “Greetyou, Felonerb RatKiller Mugwort.” Though her smile remained, her eyes sharpened to serious. “I’m pleased to meet you. Your FamWoman has a question to ask you.”

  Still gnawing, and appearing totally disreputable, Felonerb looked up at Tiana. He burped. What, FamWoman? His green eyes were wide . . . and also totally trusting. Yes, she had the help—whatever that might consist of—and the supportive love of her Fam.

  Matching his gaze, she said, “We are being offered the opportunity to live in the Turquoise House.”

  His pupils enlarged. WE ARE! I will be the only Fam!

  Tiana winced. “Quieter, Felonerb, we can hear you. And I think I heard there are feral Fams that live outside and that the Turquoise House takes care of.”

  But he was standing, tail thrashing in glee, bone forgotten on her lap. I will be the only Fam In The House!

  “I believe that answers your question,” the High Priestess murmured. She took a business card that could turn into a three-dimensional holo portfolio from the folder and a folded packet of papyrus. “Here is Mitchella D’Blackthorn’s information and the lease documents.”

  Most of the last day Tiana had been in reaction mode. A fairly good thing when dealing with superiors you wanted to eventually replace, but now it was time to take charge of her own actions. She nodded to the High Priestess. “I’m sure I will work that out with the Turquoise House.”

  D’Sandalwood’s lips curved. “I’m sure you will.” She waved her hand. “You are dismissed for the day to settle into your new chambers here and move into the Turquoise House.”

  YAY! A new place of OUR own. Our very own House! Felonerb jumped from her lap and did a tail-twitching cat dance around the room.

  Tiana and the High Priestess laughed. Then the woman sobered and inclined her head. “And, of course, you must draft . . . help your mother . . . draft an appropriate Intersection of Hope ritual.”

  The elder Priestess’s brows lifted and fell, just as her husband, the High Priest, would have rubbed his hands at this moment.

  Felonerb disappeared behind her desk and Tiana got the impression he was sniffing her shoes, but Tiana had to concentrate on D’Sandalwood’s words.

  “I must admit I am looking forward to being a participant in someone else’s very different ritual.” The High Priestess’s expression turned thoughtful, a line digging between her eyes, her lips thinning before she said, “We shall see who of this Temple agrees to take part, and who of the FirstFamilies. I’m sure the High Priest and I can persuade the entire Blackthorn Family to come, Antenn’s father and mother and siblings.” D’Sandalwood glanced at the pretty timer on the wall. “I need to update all the FirstFamily Lords and Ladies regarding the ritual and invite them. Before the conference with the newssheets and viz reporters.” She reached for her old-fashioned but elegantly cast silver scry bowl and pulled it in front of her. Tiana took the motion for the dismissal that it was, and rose. Felonerb pranced out from behind the High Priestess’s desk.

  Without looking at Tiana, the High Priestess tapped her fingers on the folded packet. “You will need to review and sign these papyrus and take them personally to the GuildHall. The City Property Clerk handles all of the Turquoise House’s rentals for it. A glider is waiting for you. Please use it today.”

  A glider, too! I looove gliders. Felonerb nearly bounced to the door, then stood outside its range and scrunched up his muzzle, and the door opened.

  “Thank you, High Priestess,” Tiana said, and took the thick papyrus. “Thank you, Felonerb.” So very odd that her life had gone off in another direction once more within a few minutes.

  She slipped from the room even as D’Sandalwood’s fingers skimmed around the edge of her scry bowl, initiating the communication spell. As Tiana turned to close the door, the High Priestess looked up at her with a straight, serious gaze. “FirstLevel Priestess Mugwort, you will use your influence on your friends D’Hawthorn and T’Hawthorn to attend the Intersection of Hope spellshield ritual, yes?”

  Tiana swallowed but said the only thing she could, despite the fact that she hated asking her friends for favors. “Yes.”

  I will ask Brazos and Mica to come, too. Felonerb lifted his lip and revealed his broken tooth. They will listen to Me. All Fams are afraid of RatKiller!

  D’Sandalwood’s lip twitched and she murmured, “I wonder what T’Ash’s Zanth would say to that.”

  Tiana didn’t even want to contemplate a confrontation between Felonerb and the legendary Zanth.

  Zanth is ooooolllddd. With one last tail flick, Felonerb exited the office.

  And though Tiana supposedly had the day off to move, and the High Priestess might think that was the largest job for her today, Tiana knew that writing the ritual between now and tomorrow morning would take time.

  She�
��d better use the glider for travel around the city while she had the chance. She’d go to the GuildHall, then to the Turquoise House.

  We get to ride around in a glider again! Felonerb strutted alongside her.

  “Yes.”

  Fun. It is Very Fun being your FamCat.

  “Thank you.”

  As she headed toward the entrance, she saw Lucida Gerania walking along the opposite side of the curved corridor, stormy of expression. She glared at Tiana. Gerania must have heard of the ritual then. Of course the ambitious priests and priestesses who worked in the Temple would attend the Intersection of Hope spellshield ritual just to please the Sandalwoods, but that wouldn’t prevent Gerania from thinking the whole thing was low-class.

  Her gaze swept Tiana from top to bottom and her mouth curved and her hand smoothed the fabric—the more expensive fabric and more flattering and better-tailored tunic—over her hip. Then she seemed to notice Felonerb, and she simply stopped and stared.

  Though the back of Tiana’s neck heated at her forever-scruffy Fam, she kept her face tranquil. She’d get over being embarrassed by her Fam . . . just another feeling that needed to be excised. Through love, that should happen soon.

  Tiana reached the entryway of the east door of the Temple before she had to greet her rival with a brief courtesy. Then she exited . . . the unspoken insult to her clothes and reminder of her poverty was just another thorn of hurt she’d gathered this morning. Her head began to throb and she knew she’d have to stop at one of the HealingHalls, too, or perhaps the Turquoise House had some good medications. He should be well stocked; he’d hosted Tiana’s sister, a Healer, for a while.

  Felonerb sniffed. I saw that woman. She is snotty, like some other Fams I know. I will leave her a rat—

  “No, Felonerb, you don’t have to do that.” Tiana paused. “Do you know where she lives?” Tiana had a vague idea.

  She does NOT live in the famous Turquoise House, Felonerb said with satisfaction as the door to the glider lifted and he hopped in and made himself comfortable. WE do!

  Tiana’s heart gave a solid thump in her chest. “I suppose we do.” Then she pulled out her scry pebble and contacted her mother, asking for her help with the ritual, and got an agreement. Good.

  * * *

  Antenn saw GraceLord T’Equisetum as he left the press conference. None of the spiritual folk seemed to have noticed the guy had stood in the back of the room. Antenn didn’t bother to nod to the man as he had to others.

  They both exited the building through the back door and were in the paved courtyard, surrounded by bare trees and prepared garden beds a short garden pathway to Antenn’s own office.

  “Well, if it isn’t the fake Blackthorn kid. The Downwind slum kid who wormed his way far into T’Blackthorn’s house,” the man sneered, with a good emotional jab that caught Antenn straight in his gut.

  He tucked his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t swing at the guy, eyed him, and said, “You’re older, and yeah, maybe you’re in prime shape.” He studied the man insolently enough to make the GraceLord flush. “And maybe you could whip my ass.”

  “No maybe about it,” T’Equisetum snapped.

  “But probably not.” Antenn settled slightly into his fighting stance and the man didn’t seem to notice. He shook his head. “Probably not. Because, after all, I train with the best, and at the best place, with the Hollys at The Green Knight Fencing and Fighting Salon. I’ve been a member there since I was fourteen, and I’ve never seen you there.”

  T’Equisetum snorted. “Expensive and overrated.”

  That made a real laugh push from Antenn’s chest and let him see the guy for what he was . . . pitiful. “I sure would like you to say that to the Hollys,” he said, amused.

  The man showed him teeth, not in a smile, but in a predator’s grimace. “And you know what I’d like to see, younger brother of Shade the murderer?” T’Equisetum gestured widely, then pointed at Antenn’s office. “I’d like to see you invite all of the FirstFamilies to dine with you right there, in your business back courtyard. Not at T’Blackthorn Residence or the Clover Compound where they’d feel obliged to come. No, your Moss place.” He smiled and rolled on. “Those FirstFamilies who had loved ones that your brother murdered with a firebombspell that could not be stopped and burned them to death.”

  Antenn’s spine chilled at the thought. He kept his fingers from bunching. That would show the GraceLord he was getting a reaction. Antenn thought back to the morning’s talk of the mob and what he recalled. “Interesting that you brought up firebombs.”

  To Antenn’s surprise, T’Equisetum went from red to white, and Antenn stared. Interesting and disturbing.

  After a breath through his nose, Antenn jerked his chin up and said, “I’ll leave a guest pass at The Green Knight Fencing and Fighting Salon, if you ever want to try the place out with members of your own age group.”

  “Pup,” the GraceLord snarled.

  Antenn took his hands from his pockets and, keeping his Flair and senses focused on the man behind him, strolled with all the casualness he could muster to his office. Once there, equally casually, he glanced back. He didn’t see T’Equisetum. The Lord had either teleported away or moved quickly to the front and a glider on the street.

  Antenn hadn’t made an enemy of the man; the guy had just been revealed to be one. Antenn rubbed the back of his neck and studied the courtyard behind his office. Yeah, it could hold a table for the FirstFamilies’ Lords and Ladies and their spouses. The image tightened his gut. As far as he knew the FirstFamilies were deeply divided regarding his existence. His friends liked him; everyone else, especially of the older generation, hated him.

  How would that affect the cathedral? Would it?

  He set his jaw. He wasn’t giving up that project.

  And he couldn’t ever see himself taking the chance of inviting the FirstFamilies to a meal here.

  He wasn’t that brave.

  * * *

  Tiana missed the press conference and announcement of the building of the cathedral as the glider took her and Felonerb from the GuildHall to the Turquoise House. She’d have to watch the viz, read all the newssheets, and keep her ears alert for general reaction.

  The glider pulled up by the side of the road; a pair of fancy greeniron gates opened, then the vehicle was banked by formal garden beds. The gliderway was only a couple of lengths of a large vehicle before it opened into a flagstoned courtyard. Before the glider stopped, Felonerb had thinned his window and leapt out. Tiana gasped, and then as the vehicle stopped so her door was parallel to the entryway she just blinked and blinked.

  The House glowed, a vibrant, shiny turquoise. It was a modified U shape with small angled corners instead of sharp ones. On either side of the U were additional room-blocks that appeared to extend from front to back.

  Then the glider door lifted and cool spring air flowed around her. The morning had alternated sunny and cloudy, rather like her life at the moment.

  Before she exited the vehicle, she said, “GreatCircle Temple glider, please wait, and disregard any orders by my Fam, Felonerb RatKiller, unless I confirm them.” She sure could have used the vehicle yesterday.

  “Yes, Priestess,” the automatic voice of the glider responded.

  The black-tinted wooden door opened and she walked into the entryway of the House.

  “Greetyou, FirstLevel Priestess Tiana Mugwort! I am pleased to meet you. I like your sister, Artemisia, and your brother-in-law very much and am glad you are here,” the House said.

  Good thing she was accustomed to talking to a Residence . . . another blessing she needed to keep in mind. Lower Nobles such as her Family didn’t often live in sentient Houses, but she had for years, and perhaps that was why the Turquoise House was being so generous.

  “Thank you, Turquoise House. I am pleased to be here,” she said, and it wasn’t even a fib. She glanced around the entryway, which held built-in closets and plush cushions on enclosed benches set against
the pale gold walls, along with a couple of wardrobes.

  “Please call me TQ. I am large and beautiful; please tour me and choose your rooms. I would recommend the MasterSuite or the MistrysSuite that is attached . . . I have a lot of space for an office and a den and a library and a mainspace or two or a playroom . . .”

  “You overwhelm me.” Tiana’s breath had caught at the very idea of having all that space—a whole House—to herself. Mind boggling enough that she didn’t realize for a few seconds that her Fam was nowhere in sight.

  “Felonerb!” she called, and her voice echoed in emptiness and a trace of panic surged through her. She’d never lived alone. She gasped.

  “Your heart rate has increased,” TQ said. “What is wrong?”

  “I–I–”

  “Felonerb, your FamWoman needs you!” TQ sent the demand through the House. Tiana thought she heard windows rattle. She sank onto the bench. “I’ve never lived alone.”

  “You have me,” TQ pointed out.

  “Yes.”

  Felonerb shot through the corridor doorway at the far side of the room and skidded in front of her, then leapt to the bench, her lap, her shoulder. You have ME, too. This is a WONDERFUL place.

  “What rooms would you like?” TQ asked.

  “Ah, a bedroom.”

  We have a bedroom and another room at home, Felonerb said. And two rooms at GreatCircle Temple, too! My FamWoman got a promotion the day she got Me, too. It was a WONDERFUL day.

  Tiana yelped and rubbed her temples.

  “What is wrong?” TQ asked.

  “I have an incipient migraine,” she mumbled.

  “I have a fully stocked medical closet,” TQ said with pride. “Come, look at my rooms. Most are empty of furnishings since I changed my mind about redecorating after your sister and her HeartMate left last year. I decided to repurpose my chambers, move inner walls and the like.”

  “Oh.” Tiana rose, stretched long and hard to release tension. This time Felonerb stayed close and began sniffing around the baseboards.