The chords were transposing themselves toward a piece I knew, though I wasn't sure of it yet. Princess Glisselda kept watching my hands as the song revealed itself to be Viridius'sSuite Infanta, which he'd written in her honor when she was just a toddler. I'd always thought it a strange piece, all merriment on the surface with a hidden sharpness underneath, like a knife wrapped in ribbons, but as I played it now I began to understand. Princess Glisselda recognized it, of course, and sat up a little straighter.
At last she interrupted me: "Show me what you're doing."
"Of course," I said, and began to show her the basic melody with the right hand. She didn't catch on right away, but she worked at it, brow furrowed and tongue protruding in concentration. I'm not even sure how long we sat there, going over that line, but when she got it, she looked up at me in triumph.
And then said, incongruously, "Here he comes."
There was a crash and a shout from the next room. The princess leaped to her feet and bolted through the tapestry into the little schoolroom; I followed right on her heels. I'd been so engrossed in teaching that I'd forgotten all about Orma.
Of course, it wasn't Orma. It was Master Viridius, red-faced and shouting. The fermented fish had spattered his bald head, doused his ample stomach thoroughly, and drenched the bandages on his hands. In his confusion at being attacked from above, he had landed hard on the floor. Princess Glisselda was extending her slender hand to him, trying to help him up, her lips pressed tightly together in a vain attempt to disguise her amusement. He lashed out with his canes whenever she got near him. I darted around behind him and propped him up to sitting.
"Well?" he sputtered, brushing me off. "How was she?"
I stammered, "Sh-she—"
"Superior to you, you old walrus," Princess Glisselda cut in, as if the question had been directed at her.
From the way they were glaring at each other, I suddenly realized it had.
"Your exacting standards were met, one hopes?" he sneered at her, accepting my silently proffered handkerchief and dabbing at his doublet with it.
"She let me play your harpsichord," she said sweetly, batting her eyes at him. He paused in his dabbing and glowered at me. The little princess hopped around the puddle of fish ooze on the floor, making her way toward the door.
"You knew," I called after her before she disappeared completely. "You knew I was the candidate all along."
She paused in the doorway and smiled. "Well, of course I did. Diplomacy is only part of statecraft, Seraphina. There's also spying. Besides," she said, drawing a curlicue in the fish sauce with the toe of her slipper, "did I ever explicitly state otherwise?" She flashed me an impish smile and took off down the hall, skipping by the sound of it.
I helped Master Viridius to a chair, my mind racing. He met my eye, looking unexpectedly sheepish. "She told me this morning," he said. "You were the only one who would be given a chance, and even then she made no promises. I had no idea what idiocy she had in store for the others, or what games she would play with you, and I am sorry. Unfortunately"—he sighed heavily—"she's part of the job. I can't teach her anymore; it raises my pulse and gives me palpitations."
"She is a spirited individual," I said, measuring my words in case she had tiptoed back and was listening to us. I would have put nothing past her at that point.
Master Viridius was trying to stand; I helped haul him to his feet. He propped himself upon his canes and said, "Congratulations, Maid Dombegh. Report to me in three days. I shall arrange your quarters by this evening; move in when you like. We'll see to it that your door locks." He smiled mirthlessly. "That brat once filled my harpsichord with frogs. You never know what she's capable of."
Capable was an apt description of this princess. I wouldn't forget.
I tried to help him to the stairs, but he waved me off. As I watched him hobble away, I heard steps behind me and turned to see a page boy—the same impudent rascal who'd directed me upstairs—leading Orma toward me.
"Here you go, Scholar," said the lad, holding out an arm as if formally presenting me. "Your student, whole and unharmed."
"I wasn't worried," said Orma.
The boy laughed. "More fool you," he said, turning on his heel and scampering off.
I met Orma's eye. "Princess Glisselda sent that page boy to call you away, didn't she. And then she lured me up here after you."
He raised his eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about. I received a personal invitation to the Queen's private library. It was quite a fortuitous coincidence."
Quite. The princess must have been listening to our conversation in the antechamber.
Orma's nostrils flared; he had a keen nose. "Did your audition involve fermented fish sauce? That's quite an expensive delicacy in—
"Yes," I said, laughing at him. "The princess learned so much from me that she required a light snack."
"You got the job, then?"
I met his eyes. He wasn't happy—dragons don't work that way—but there was something there, something I wasn't imagining. Some satisfaction, maybe, that he had taught me well. "I got the job," I said, my voice breaking a little.
If he was surprised by the emotion, he gave no indication. He said, "I'm perplexed that my calculations were so far off. I'm missing something obvious. If I can predict that you'll surprise me with such consistency, then surely—"
I felt an unaccountable surge of affection for the old dragon then, and I threw my arms around him, even though I knew he hated being touched. He couldn't quite get used to having non- scaly skin. He tensed and held very still, waiting for me to release him.
"Speaking of surprises," I said, smacking him on the chest where I'd felt an odd flatness under his doublet, "you're unexpectedly rectangular just now."
A human might have been sheepish about it, but Orma simply shrugged. "I didn't have a chance to finish the book I started. But it's not a problem—you got the job. You can bring it back for me when I'm done."
I laughed, disinclined to be cross with him, and together we left the castle. Golden leaves drifted around us down the long hill into town, and our shadows stretched before us across the surface of the world.
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