“I see,” Thomas said, taking it all in. The others stayed quiet, their hands templed at their lips or clenched in their lap. “That was not the only death during that quest.”
“No,” Nathaniel said. “There was a young witch potential we were bringing back that died during an attack. I could not defend both my Tiro and the witch potential.”
“That wasn't your fault,” Sienna cried out. “It was mine. I was upset, I distracted you.”
Nathaniel glanced to her, but said nothing.
“Before we reach into the details,” Thomas said. “What is it that you recommend for the outcome of this case?”
“I recommend,” Nathaniel said. “Given my multiple failures in the protection of my Tiro and my quest assignees, that I be removed from Sienna's training.”
“What?” Sienna said. She felt like she was going to faint.
“I recommend this as the best course of action for all involved,” Nathaniel said, holding Thomas's gaze
“You would leave your Tiro Maestro-less,” Thomas said.
“Yes,” Nathaniel replied. “Sienna has a future outside of the path of being a witch and we encourage her to follow it, to serve Nature in other ways.”
“Nathaniel—” Sienna cried, her eyes wide.
Nathaniel couldn't look at her, or he would lose his nerve. He knew this was best, and he knew that she could flourish if she could just walk away from this place, see a new dream.
“The Jurors will consider your pleas,” Thomas said. “Please tell us the rest of the story.”
Chapter 21
“Little one, listen to me,” Nathaniel said, as they stood just outside the Jurors chambers. It was the same place they had stood when they had accepted her as a Tiro, all those years ago. She was inconsolable, in disbelief. “Listen.” He got down to his knees, holding her wrists. “This is best. This is best for everyone.”
“You promised me—” she cried.
“I promised you that I would always take care of you,” he said. “And I am doing just that. Look at how much fun you had with Devon in the past few days, how many stories he told of his life outside of the Order. That is the life you are meant to have – the life you should have had.”
“But—” she protested.
“Sienna,” Nathaniel said. “You love him, don't you?”
She nodded.
“As I love Eliza, and Desmond loves Mariah. But so long as we are within these walls, in this Order, we cannot openly love them. We cannot hold hands on the street. We cannot live a life that the rest of the universe takes for granted. We cannot follow our hearts. But we can release you, little one, and you can do all those things for us. You can be anything you want, work anywhere you want, and love him if you want. Hold his hand downtown, live your life as you desire.”
She held his gaze, her heart quivering.
“You want to serve Nature, I know,” Nathaniel said. “But this was not the way you were intended to serve, and we went against natural law for so long. There is another way you are intended to serve, and I know you will find it. Will you do that?” he asked, wiping away her tears. “Will you do that for me?”
She didn't move for a long time, her head whirling and her heart nearly exploding out of her chest.
“For us?” Desmond asked her. “We didn't fail, Sienna. None of us failed. We explored so much. We learned so much. We made so many advances. Nature intended the three of us to come together, and now, Nature intends us to separate”
She looked between the two of them, unsure, but her tears had slowed.
“We aren't never going to see each other again,” Nathaniel promised her. “This transition will be smooth and we will remain close.”
“But—”
“Do you love him?” Nathaniel asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “And I've hated being away from him.”
“And you always loved languages, diplomacy, negotiation,” Desmond said. “You are brilliant at those things.”
“I am only good at them because I am trained as a witch. And I don't know where we would go.”
“Ah.” At last, Nathaniel felt confident in telling her something. “It so happens that you'll have a place on Jeffro, because Eliza made you a Baroness.”
“What?” she asked, in shock.
“You are Jeffro royalty, if you want, so that even if Eliza… is no longer on the throne, they have to honour you. You are safe there.”
“Oh,” she said, in shock.
“And you know Jeffro's medical facilities are second to none,” he said. “As well as Jeffro's palace. There is a future for you, and it is bright.”
She remained silent a long time, thinking.
“I don't know if I am strong enough to do this.”
“Sienna, you have been strong enough for everything else that came yout way,” Desmond said. “This is not the toughest hurdle you have faced.”
She bit her lip, thinking of the death, the destruction, and the hurdles they had overcome. In a lot of ways, this was not the hardest day of her life. Being unable to use magic, watching Devon's life fade, and thinking for a horrible second she wouldn't be able to save him, those things were much worse.
“I know that what you are saying is right,” she said, after a long moment. “I know that this is the right way, and I do think I've known it for a long time. I just thought… you promised me.”
“We did,” Nathaniel knew he had broken that promise. “I'm sorry for that. Promises change, little one, as the world makes our purposes more clear.”
“I could be Eliza's translator,” she said. “I could work alongside her.”
“That would make me happy,” Nathaniel replied. “I would know that you would be safe, and it would give me an extra excuse to visit.”
“Nathaniel,” Desmond said. “You're on trial and your status as a witch is up for questioning.”
“I take after my Maestro.” Nathaniel grinned. “Is this decided then? This is what we will do?”
The three of them looked at each other, keeping emotions at bay.
“Yes,” Sienna said. “This is what we will do.”
She had feared this moment for so long. She had expected to feel abandoned, thrown away, angry, sad. Her heart was torn, but she knew this was the right thing to do, to serve Nature.
Her heart also leapt at the possibility of being with Devon without sneaking around.
“All right,” Nathaniel replied. “Let's go, then.”
“The Jurors have taken your recommendation and your defense into consideration,” Thomas said, looking between the two of them. “And have accepted your recommendation to end Sienna's training.”
She felt it hit her like a wave, and leaned against Nathaniel, who slipped a hand around her shoulders.
It was sad, but they were free. Free of pushing, free of trying, free of hoping for something that would never happen.
“You will—”
“Excuse me,” Desmond broke in. “I will move on, as well.”
“What?” Everyone turned to him in shock. Mariah squeaked, betraying her emotions.
“I am past my prime, Maestro, too old to take another Tiro. And we both know that I have walked a grey line for far too long. Every time I walk in here, it's to argue semantics, and I imagine I would continue to do it until my death. Instead, I offer my honorable discharge, my retirement”
Sienna had expected that as well, but it still shocked her. She couldn't help but exchange a smile with Desmond, though. They were both sharing a secret, a life that would bring them happiness
“Desmond.” Thomas shook his head. “Why did I know that was coming? And I am guessing, by the way that you have reacted, Maestro Mariah, that you intend to go with him.”
“Yes!” Mariah was not wasting her chance. She rose, and Desmond gently scuffed his feet, making enough noise for her to hear him, and advance forward. He held out his hand and she took it. No one had any question in their mind as to what was going to happen wh
en they retired.
Witches who retired were supposed to hold themselves to the same standards as when they were working. But those who walked the grey line, like Desmond, clearly had other ideas about how they were supposed to spend their remaining days when they had given most of their life to the service of Nature.
She squeezed his hand, turning to face Thomas.
“I announce my retirement as well,” she said.
It was such a beautiful love story. Sienna's heart soared. She hoped that she and Devon could have a story like that someday, with years behind them and smiles on their faces.
She knew it wasn't likely, but Desmond did inspire her to at least try.
She glanced to Nathaniel and he quirked an eyebrow at her. It would be just like him to also announce he was off to Jeffro, to marry Eliza and be a Prince. Sienna couldn't imagine a happier ending, really. They didn't have to be restricted to this life. They didn't have to deny their hearts.
But the Jurors had other ideas. Before Nathaniel could speak, Thomas cleared his throat. “Then your fate is also known, Nathaniel.”
“Is it?” Nathaniel asked, suddenly feeling a sinking in his stomach.
“The condition for taking Sienna was that we would pick the next Tiro of yours. Your skill and experience will be carefully matched.”
“Oh.” Nathaniel went pale as he remembered that promise, so many years ago. He didn't think that they would actually go through with it, though.
“We do not find you guilty for the death of the King, nor the death of the witch potential. But you will comply with our orders on the assignment of your new Tiro.”
Nathaniel knew that this was his last moment to rebel. He could walk away, he could decide that this life was it for him. He had always thought that he was different from the rest, always thought he was meant for a stronger path. He had two dreams in his life. One was to be with Eliza and the other was to sit on the Jurors.
He had also known that he couldn't have had both.
Desmond glanced to him, saying nothing with his voice.
You can walk away.
Of course, I can, Nathaniel said. But until Eliza says the word, I am here.
Like Maestro, like Tiro, Desmond replied and Nathaniel had to agree.
“I accept,” he said, squeezing Sienna a bit closer. She hadn't expected that, but she knew that one day, Nathaniel would go on to replace her.
“Dismissed,” said Thomas. “And onwards, to your new lives.”
“You will always be my Tiro,” Nathaniel whispered to Sienna, as they left the room. “I promise you. Just on a different path in life.”
“Will you get a warrior now?” she asked, a question she had asked since the start of their training. She had always known her warrior Maestro wanted a Tiro to walk in his footsteps. At the start, she resented it, followed by feeling sad that she could never live up to it.
“I don't know,” he answered. “Maybe not.”
“What do you think?”
“Maybe they'll give you someone who can teach you patience,” Desmond said, from the other side. “Or calm.”
“Doubt it,” Nathaniel answered with a smile.
Chapter 22
“You never realize just how much stuff you accumulate, until you have to pack it up,” Mariah said, three days later. They had been given a month to vacate their rooms, the only place they had ever known.
But Desmond thought it was best if they went as soon as possible. Starting a new life waited for no one, and he wasn't sure how many years either of them had left. As he packed Mariah's possessions into boxes, he looked around the single room. “How many hours, days we spent in here,” he said. “It's a room I will always think of when I think of you.”
“Laughter, tears, all of it.” She sank onto the bed. “Retiring means all our magical usage is reported back to the Jurors. Every time we open a cupboard, flip a switch, we have to tell them. I don't know how we are supposed to do that.”
“We do it the same way we always have,” Desmond answered with a shrug. “Walking a grey line, getting away with mischief/”
“Is that your answer to everything?”
“Perhaps,” he replied. “I did have a question for you, though, while we were in here.”
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. “You sound like you're up to something.”
“Down, actually,” he knew she couldn't see him, but he crouched down on one knee. His leg cracked and it ached slightly to touch his once strong leg to the carpet. He took her hands, pulling a box out of his pocket. “I was wondering if you would pledge yourself to me.”
Her face was no longer smooth, and her hair was no longer solid and dark. She had laugh lines, wrinkles, and scars. But he was not young, either, his own face tanned and weathered, his hands knicked and twisted.
Neither of them cared about their outer appearance. Forty years of love, of longing, surged in the room.
“I could do that,” she said, casually, although she couldn't keep the smile from her face. “If you wanted.”
“Yes,” he said. “If that's what you want. I don't know how many years we have left, Mariah, but I would like to make the most of them.”
“Then yes, I will pledge myself to you,” she said, leaning in and landing a kiss on his lips.
He breathed in deep, touching her face, kissing her neck. He was so grateful in this moment to just be in the same room as her. The idea that they were never going to be separated again was mind blowing.
“How shall we do it?” she asked. “It's not as if there is a space here for pledge ceremonies.”
“We could just go into town,” he replied. “Today, if you like?”
“Today?” She chuckled. “I think we should at least wait for Sybil to come back. She'll be angry to miss such a defiant move. She's due back tomorrow, if you can wait.”
“That I can do,” Desmond answered. “I've waited forty years for you, my love, I can wait another day or two.”
“Good,” she said. “And I'll assume you want yours with you?”
“Of course,” he said. “I'll show Nathaniel how it's done.”
Mariah chuckled
“Did you hear him after the Jurors? Speaking about how he had a dream to sit with them one day?”
“I often wonder where I went wrong with him,” Desmond said, with a smile.
“Are you surprised by his choice, though?” Mariah asked and Desmond paused.
“No, not really. I had to give him a little nudge, but in the end, Nathaniel always chooses the right thing. He knew long before me that this path had come to an end. He was just so attached to her, that was all, as one often is with their first Tiro.”
“You should tell Reynolds,” Mariah spoke the words both of them had been thinking. “He's in the dungeon, it's just a short lift ride.”
“And security clearance,” Desmond said. “Which we don't have if we are retired.”
“Surely, they will let you see your old Tiro,” she responded. “Just to say goodbye. There is a chance we could never set foot in here again.”
“I don't think the Jurors will be swayed by emotion.”
“Then sway them with fact,” she said. “Maestros always have a right to their Tiros, no matter what path they have taken. That's part of the bond, the strength of magic. It's forever.”
He sighed, staying silent.
“Mariah, there have been so many who have thought me strong. They have relied on me for so much. They have walked through the mouth of hell, knowing I would pull them out the other side. But I am not sure I am strong enough for what you ask.”
“It is because you are not strong enough that you must go see him,” Mariah replied. “It doesn't have to be today, and it doesn't have to be before we are pledged. But I will not let you leave here until you have said goodbye to him. For him. He needs to know that his Maestro also chose a different path, and there is a chance of happiness down it.”
He raised up to kiss her forehead. “You alw
ays know the right things to say.”
“I try,” she said. “Now, we should get back to packing.”
“And you are also always business,” he said, as he stood up. “I do wonder how you've accumulated so many things. I've got one bag, at most, and it's half-empty.”
“Keep packing,” she said, settling against the wall. “Complaining never got us anywhere.”
She was fully capable of packing. But he was happy to do it for her, as he was happy to do most things to make her happy.
“Pledged?” said Nathaniel, with a wild grin that night at dinner. Sienna and Devon had spent the day in a similar manner, packing her things, and they were reunited for a cafeteria dinner like nothing had changed. Only Nathaniel still belonged in the cafeteria, Desmond noted, among young Tiros and old Maestros. “Of course, you will, that's brilliant.”
“Will they still let you stay retired, if you are pledged?” Sienna asked. “Or will you be cast out?”
“If they haven't cast me out yet,” Desmond answered. “I highly doubt this is going to make them change their minds. We'd like you all to be there, of course, if you could. A day or two, at most.”
“You move fast,” Nathaniel replied, in surprise
“Or slow, depending on how you look at it,” Desmond answered, and Nathaniel smirked. “You'll attend then?”
“I will,” Nathaniel answered. “Sienna, eat.”
“You're not my Maestro,” she answered, with a smirk, but she did pick up her fork. “Of course, we will come.”
“We'll get ideas for our own day,” Devon answered, and the older two Maestros froze, turning to him with such a hard stare that he felt shivers going down his spine. “Not right now, I mean. Perhaps…in a few years.”
“Years?” Sienna echoed and Devon swallowed hard, stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“In some…time?” he tried again, and she appeared to accept that.
“Where's Laura?” Nathaniel asked and Devon shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn't eaten in years.
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