One Fell Sweep
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I blinked. “First, how do you even know about faculty appreciation day? You attended school for what, a year in high school?”
She sighed. “Would you believe me if I told you that vampires have them?”
“What do you bring to a vampire faculty appreciation day?”
“Weapons,” Maud said. “Usually small knives. Ornate and pricey.”
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“No. There is a lot of etiquette involved in deciding the exact value of a knife to bring… Okay, yes, I’m pulling your leg. Snacks. You bring snacks to a vampire faculty appreciation day. And extra school supplies are very much appreciated. I don’t care how advanced your civilization is, children still want to draw on the rocks with colored chalk.”
“Why did you think I would go off and marry someone normal?”
“Because you were so whiny before I left.”
I stared at her.
“You were,” Maud said. “It was all me, me, me. Oh I am so put upon that I have to live in this magic house and nobody understands. You didn’t want anything to do with the inn. Making you do chores was like pulling teeth. All you wanted to do was leave the inn and hang out with your high school friends.”
“I was barely eighteen. And they weren’t friends; they were frenemies.”
Maud grinned. “I always thought I would end up being an innkeeper.”
“I always thought you’d be an ad-hal.” I smiled, but I wasn’t joking. She would’ve made an excellent ad-hal.
“You think I’m ruthless enough.”
“Mhm. You have ruthlessness to spare.”
She sighed. “Instead, I’m the widow of a dishonored knight, while you have an inn and are trying to date a complicated homicidal werewolf.”
“You could get your own inn.” It wouldn’t be easy, but Maud never quit because things were a challenge.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s in the cards, Dina. I’m proud of you and of everything you did to get this far, but it’s not for me. I was Melizard’s wife for six years. I’m good at fighting. I’ve learned to be good at political maneuvering. If you give me a battlefield or a ballroom filled with people who want to slit my throat, I know what to do. But sitting in the inn, trying to juggle the needs of a dozen guests, with all of them wanting something at once, while keeping the whole thing a secret from the outside world isn’t in me. It’s going into a fight with your arms tied.”
My heart sank. “Does this mean you won’t stay with me here, at Gertrude Hunt?”
“It means I don’t want my own inn. I’ll stay with you, Dina. As long as you will have me here.”
“Good. Because otherwise I’d have to kick your ass.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Mom and Dad disappeared, and you came to me, and I was too wrapped up in my own problems. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” Emotion trembled in her voice.
“You were married and just had a baby.”
“It’s not an excuse. You’re my little sister. You needed me and I wasn’t there. That’s not what big sisters do.”
“I wasn’t by myself. I had Klaus.”
She swiped moisture from her eyes. “Where is he now?”
“Who knows.” I sighed.
“Do you think he’s in trouble?”
“Klaus? Our Klaus? No. But before he left, he promised me he would come back when he found out something about Mom and Dad. You know how he is.”
“He won’t come back unless he has something.” Maud looked resigned. “Men.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m here now. Tell me about your werewolf.”
She didn’t say it, but I heard it in her voice. Maud hated to be treated as a victim. She didn’t want any allowances to be made for her. She wanted to be the big sister again. I would meet her halfway.
“I’m… conflicted. And we had a fight.”
“What was the fight about?”
“I expended too much magic shielding myself and him from that thing.” I nodded at the screen. “Afterward Sean wanted to take me straight to the inn and I made him go and get the tank with the Archivarian in it.”
“Define ‘made him.’”
“I cried and asked him to get it.”
“You cried? You?”
“I think I did. I also might have implied that I wouldn’t open the door to the inn without it. At least I intended to imply that. It’s a bit fuzzy. So we went and got the Archivarian from Wilmos’ shop. Now he is upset. He gave me an ultimatum: either I let him do his job or he will take his ball and go. He says he’s a trained killer and I’m not.”
“He has a point. Do you know how he got his training?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“No. It’s not my place to tell.”
She sighed. “Fair enough. I can tell you what I saw tonight. I’ve spent the last few years among professional soldiers, who go to the battlefield because it’s their job. When they kill, they do it efficiently and quickly. When they gather enough training and experience, they do it instinctually, like breathing. They see things in black and white, because shades of gray would kill them, and eventually they no longer agonize over it. They start out from different backgrounds, they have different personalities, they may be human, or vampire, or Otrokar, but sooner or later they all end up in a place where detachment rules. It’s a way for them to survive, because we’re not meant to slaughter other beings week after week.”
She sighed. “Would you believe me if I told you that vampires have them?”
“What do you bring to a vampire faculty appreciation day?”
“Weapons,” Maud said. “Usually small knives. Ornate and pricey.”
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“No. There is a lot of etiquette involved in deciding the exact value of a knife to bring… Okay, yes, I’m pulling your leg. Snacks. You bring snacks to a vampire faculty appreciation day. And extra school supplies are very much appreciated. I don’t care how advanced your civilization is, children still want to draw on the rocks with colored chalk.”
“Why did you think I would go off and marry someone normal?”
“Because you were so whiny before I left.”
I stared at her.
“You were,” Maud said. “It was all me, me, me. Oh I am so put upon that I have to live in this magic house and nobody understands. You didn’t want anything to do with the inn. Making you do chores was like pulling teeth. All you wanted to do was leave the inn and hang out with your high school friends.”
“I was barely eighteen. And they weren’t friends; they were frenemies.”
Maud grinned. “I always thought I would end up being an innkeeper.”
“I always thought you’d be an ad-hal.” I smiled, but I wasn’t joking. She would’ve made an excellent ad-hal.
“You think I’m ruthless enough.”
“Mhm. You have ruthlessness to spare.”
She sighed. “Instead, I’m the widow of a dishonored knight, while you have an inn and are trying to date a complicated homicidal werewolf.”
“You could get your own inn.” It wouldn’t be easy, but Maud never quit because things were a challenge.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think that’s in the cards, Dina. I’m proud of you and of everything you did to get this far, but it’s not for me. I was Melizard’s wife for six years. I’m good at fighting. I’ve learned to be good at political maneuvering. If you give me a battlefield or a ballroom filled with people who want to slit my throat, I know what to do. But sitting in the inn, trying to juggle the needs of a dozen guests, with all of them wanting something at once, while keeping the whole thing a secret from the outside world isn’t in me. It’s going into a fight with your arms tied.”
My heart sank. “Does this mean you won’t stay with me here, at Gertrude Hunt?”
“It means I don’t want my own inn. I’ll stay with you, Dina. As long as you will have me here.”
“Good. Because otherwise I’d have to kick your ass.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Mom and Dad disappeared, and you came to me, and I was too wrapped up in my own problems. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” Emotion trembled in her voice.
“You were married and just had a baby.”
“It’s not an excuse. You’re my little sister. You needed me and I wasn’t there. That’s not what big sisters do.”
“I wasn’t by myself. I had Klaus.”
She swiped moisture from her eyes. “Where is he now?”
“Who knows.” I sighed.
“Do you think he’s in trouble?”
“Klaus? Our Klaus? No. But before he left, he promised me he would come back when he found out something about Mom and Dad. You know how he is.”
“He won’t come back unless he has something.” Maud looked resigned. “Men.”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m here now. Tell me about your werewolf.”
She didn’t say it, but I heard it in her voice. Maud hated to be treated as a victim. She didn’t want any allowances to be made for her. She wanted to be the big sister again. I would meet her halfway.
“I’m… conflicted. And we had a fight.”
“What was the fight about?”
“I expended too much magic shielding myself and him from that thing.” I nodded at the screen. “Afterward Sean wanted to take me straight to the inn and I made him go and get the tank with the Archivarian in it.”
“Define ‘made him.’”
“I cried and asked him to get it.”
“You cried? You?”
“I think I did. I also might have implied that I wouldn’t open the door to the inn without it. At least I intended to imply that. It’s a bit fuzzy. So we went and got the Archivarian from Wilmos’ shop. Now he is upset. He gave me an ultimatum: either I let him do his job or he will take his ball and go. He says he’s a trained killer and I’m not.”
“He has a point. Do you know how he got his training?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“No. It’s not my place to tell.”
She sighed. “Fair enough. I can tell you what I saw tonight. I’ve spent the last few years among professional soldiers, who go to the battlefield because it’s their job. When they kill, they do it efficiently and quickly. When they gather enough training and experience, they do it instinctually, like breathing. They see things in black and white, because shades of gray would kill them, and eventually they no longer agonize over it. They start out from different backgrounds, they have different personalities, they may be human, or vampire, or Otrokar, but sooner or later they all end up in a place where detachment rules. It’s a way for them to survive, because we’re not meant to slaughter other beings week after week.”
