Dime Store Magic
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"Can we get started?" Savannah said. "The pizza's great and all that, but I want to get this over with."
Nast nodded. "First, let me say that your mother was a remarkable woman and I loved her very much. It just it didn't work out for us. After you were born, she asked me to stay away, so I did, but I always planned to be part of your life someday. With your mother's death, that's happened earlier than I expected."
"How come she never mentioned you to me?"
"I have no idea, Savannah."
"Get on with your case, then, so I can go home."
Nast reclined without putting a single rumple in his suit. "Well, I hardly know where to start. Do you understand how a Cabal is organized?"
"Sort of."
Nast gave her a quick rundown, concentrating on the importance of the head sorcerer family. "As my daughter, you would be an important part of that family, with all the rights and privileges that entails."
"May I ask a question?" I said.
"I don't think-"
"It's a reasonable question," I said. "I'm not challenging or disagreeing with anything. I just want to clarify a point. As I understand it, sorcerers typically have only sons, meaning Savannah would be the only girl-or woman-in the family. How would that impact her position?"
"It wouldn't." Nast paused, then said, "Let me expand on that. I want to be completely forthcoming with you, Savannah. Within our Cabal, the Nast family's power is absolute. If we say you are to be accepted, you will be. Now, as regards matters of succession, there would likely be some dispute over whether you could inherit leadership. However, that point is moot. I have two very capable sons, and the oldest has already been named as my heir."
"So what do I get?" she asked.
"Everything else." He shifted forward, leaning toward her. "I'm a very wealthy, very powerful man, Savannah. One who can give you everything you've ever wanted. I'm sure Paige has done her best, but she can't offer you the advantages I can. More than money, Savannah. I'm talking about opportunity. Access to the best tutors, the best spellbooks, the best materials."
"Sure. In return for my immortal soul. I'm not a dumb little kid, sorcerer. I know why you grabbed me. Because of the ceremony."
My heart shot into my throat and I motioned her to silence.
"It's quite all right, Paige. We've been aware of Savannah's menses since yesterday morning."
"Before you grabbed us?" I said. "Who told you?"
"We can discuss that later. The point is-"
"The point is," Savannah said. "That you grabbed me so you can change the ceremony and make me a Cabal slave."
"Cabal slave?" Nast laughed. "Is that whatPaige told you?"
"It wasn't Paige."
"Ah, Lucas, I presume. Well, as much as I respect the Cortezes, I must say that Lucas Cortez is a very confused young man. He's had some unfortunate experiences with Cabal life and has formed some rather wild opinions. As for the ceremony-"
"Wait," Savannah said. "I want to know about Lucas first. Is he okay?"
"He's fine, Savannah. Now-"
"What happened to him?"
"We delayed his escape, but not unduly. Last time we saw Lucas, he was in the hands of the paramedics. Unconscious from smoke inhalation, but otherwise uninjured."
As he spoke, Savannah kept darting concerned glances at me, taking in my reaction. Gabriel Sandford followed those glances with interest.
"So you didn't hurt him?" she said.
"Harming Lucas Cortez would cause a diplomatic incident of epic proportions. Killing him would start a blood feud the likes of which the Cabals haven't seen in over a century. A Cabal son has absolute immunity. That's what I'm offering you, Savannah. You'll never need to hide again."
He paused, checking to see if he had her full attention now. He did.
"About the ceremony," he continued. "Yes, there is a version that enhances a witch's employability in a Cabal, though it's a far cry from enslavement. You won't undergo that, though. There are several other ceremonies you can choose from-"
"I want the one Paige was going to do. The one my mother wanted."
"Done."
She blinked, then recovered and sat straighter. "And I want Paige to do it. No one else."
"Done." Nast stood and crossed the room to sit beside her. "I'm your father, Savannah. I want what's best for you and, in matters of witchcraft, I trust your mother's judgment. If you wish to have a more experienced witch perform the ceremony, I'll provide that. But if you want Paige, that's fine. She can stay with you until next Wednesday and she'll perform the ceremony your mother chose for you."
"Then what will happen to Paige? After the ceremony?"
"She'll be free to go."
Savannah slanted me a look. "What if I don't want her to go?"
Nast hesitated. "I'm sure Paige has her own responsibilities with the Coven-"
"They kicked her out. They're all stupid and useless. She's too good for them anyway. If I stay, Paige stays. She can be my tutor."
"No offense to Paige, but we have far superior teachers of witchcraft."
"Then she'll be my companion or my nanny or something. That's what rich kids have, isn't it? Servants? I want Paige. She stays with me and she gets to learn everything I learn."
Nast nodded. "First, let me say that your mother was a remarkable woman and I loved her very much. It just it didn't work out for us. After you were born, she asked me to stay away, so I did, but I always planned to be part of your life someday. With your mother's death, that's happened earlier than I expected."
"How come she never mentioned you to me?"
"I have no idea, Savannah."
"Get on with your case, then, so I can go home."
Nast reclined without putting a single rumple in his suit. "Well, I hardly know where to start. Do you understand how a Cabal is organized?"
"Sort of."
Nast gave her a quick rundown, concentrating on the importance of the head sorcerer family. "As my daughter, you would be an important part of that family, with all the rights and privileges that entails."
"May I ask a question?" I said.
"I don't think-"
"It's a reasonable question," I said. "I'm not challenging or disagreeing with anything. I just want to clarify a point. As I understand it, sorcerers typically have only sons, meaning Savannah would be the only girl-or woman-in the family. How would that impact her position?"
"It wouldn't." Nast paused, then said, "Let me expand on that. I want to be completely forthcoming with you, Savannah. Within our Cabal, the Nast family's power is absolute. If we say you are to be accepted, you will be. Now, as regards matters of succession, there would likely be some dispute over whether you could inherit leadership. However, that point is moot. I have two very capable sons, and the oldest has already been named as my heir."
"So what do I get?" she asked.
"Everything else." He shifted forward, leaning toward her. "I'm a very wealthy, very powerful man, Savannah. One who can give you everything you've ever wanted. I'm sure Paige has done her best, but she can't offer you the advantages I can. More than money, Savannah. I'm talking about opportunity. Access to the best tutors, the best spellbooks, the best materials."
"Sure. In return for my immortal soul. I'm not a dumb little kid, sorcerer. I know why you grabbed me. Because of the ceremony."
My heart shot into my throat and I motioned her to silence.
"It's quite all right, Paige. We've been aware of Savannah's menses since yesterday morning."
"Before you grabbed us?" I said. "Who told you?"
"We can discuss that later. The point is-"
"The point is," Savannah said. "That you grabbed me so you can change the ceremony and make me a Cabal slave."
"Cabal slave?" Nast laughed. "Is that whatPaige told you?"
"It wasn't Paige."
"Ah, Lucas, I presume. Well, as much as I respect the Cortezes, I must say that Lucas Cortez is a very confused young man. He's had some unfortunate experiences with Cabal life and has formed some rather wild opinions. As for the ceremony-"
"Wait," Savannah said. "I want to know about Lucas first. Is he okay?"
"He's fine, Savannah. Now-"
"What happened to him?"
"We delayed his escape, but not unduly. Last time we saw Lucas, he was in the hands of the paramedics. Unconscious from smoke inhalation, but otherwise uninjured."
As he spoke, Savannah kept darting concerned glances at me, taking in my reaction. Gabriel Sandford followed those glances with interest.
"So you didn't hurt him?" she said.
"Harming Lucas Cortez would cause a diplomatic incident of epic proportions. Killing him would start a blood feud the likes of which the Cabals haven't seen in over a century. A Cabal son has absolute immunity. That's what I'm offering you, Savannah. You'll never need to hide again."
He paused, checking to see if he had her full attention now. He did.
"About the ceremony," he continued. "Yes, there is a version that enhances a witch's employability in a Cabal, though it's a far cry from enslavement. You won't undergo that, though. There are several other ceremonies you can choose from-"
"I want the one Paige was going to do. The one my mother wanted."
"Done."
She blinked, then recovered and sat straighter. "And I want Paige to do it. No one else."
"Done." Nast stood and crossed the room to sit beside her. "I'm your father, Savannah. I want what's best for you and, in matters of witchcraft, I trust your mother's judgment. If you wish to have a more experienced witch perform the ceremony, I'll provide that. But if you want Paige, that's fine. She can stay with you until next Wednesday and she'll perform the ceremony your mother chose for you."
"Then what will happen to Paige? After the ceremony?"
"She'll be free to go."
Savannah slanted me a look. "What if I don't want her to go?"
Nast hesitated. "I'm sure Paige has her own responsibilities with the Coven-"
"They kicked her out. They're all stupid and useless. She's too good for them anyway. If I stay, Paige stays. She can be my tutor."
"No offense to Paige, but we have far superior teachers of witchcraft."
"Then she'll be my companion or my nanny or something. That's what rich kids have, isn't it? Servants? I want Paige. She stays with me and she gets to learn everything I learn."
