Charmed Vengeance tac-2

by Suzanne Lazear

  “Still, things happened to her—and you know what those schools are like,” Jeff added. “She’ll be an asset and she won’t get in the way of our work. If she can hoverboard and fix flying cars in a dress then she can be an airship engineer in one.”

  “That’s against everything the women’s equality movement works for,” Vix muttered.

  “No it’s not,” Jeff soothed. “You work for women to have choices. This means they should have any and all options, not just the ability to wear trousers and take on men’s jobs, but the right to wear skirts and stay home with the children if they so choose. The point is that they have a choice. After all, if all women eschew staying home and raising children the human race would end, right?”

  Vix made an annoyed noise. “Your logic makes my head hurt. She still has to pull her weight, I’m not making exceptions.”

  Before Noli could stop herself, the sprite took over and strode to the doorway of the bridge. She looked on in horror, trying to fight to regain control of the body but unable to as the sprite spoke.

  “I’ll do my share. Promise. I can be helpful even in a dress.” She twirled a little as she said that. The sprite liked to be helpful nearly as much as she liked to be pretty—or happy. “Jeff said you’re good at shopping, I can’t wait— that’ll be so much fun.” A giggle unwilling punctuated the statement. Mortification crept through Noli as she saw the look on Vix’s face.

  Shush, she told the sprite, trying to regain control. If she doesn’t like us, she’ll throw us off the ship. It was always disconcerting to only be able observe her own words and actions, unable to do anything about it.

  Then we’ll go to Boston and wear pretty dresses and go to parties? I want to go to parties. Will there be cute boys? And dancing? I like dancing,

  Flying figs, the last thing she needed was the sprite trying to get them kicked off. No, we don’t want to go to Boston, we want to stay on the ship. It’ll be so much fun if we stay—more fun even than pretty dresses and parties. Oh, it will? The sprite perked. I like to have fun. Noli used this distraction to regain control of her body and lock the sprite away, wincing at the pain it caused. “Noli, Noli is everything all right?” Jeff’s face creased in a frown.

  “I’m fine,” she brushed off. “I … I didn’t mean to intrude on your private conversation. I came to ask you where the hammock was so I could set it up and go to sleep.” She yawned for emphasis, though it was a legitimate yawn, sleep pressing down on her. “I know you’re probably busy. I’m perfectly capable of getting it if you tell me where it is.” Noli turned to Vix, hoping to salvage the situation. Blasted sprite. “I can do everything in a dress. Give me a chance. Please, Captain?” She didn’t understand why it mattered what she wore as long as she got the job done.

  Vix nodded, brow creased. “I believe in giving people chances—and you don’t have to wear a dress.”

  “I like dresses.” The words slipped out and Noli put her hand to her mouth, cheeks warming. “I … I … ” She looked at her feet. “I’ve always wore a dress or a skirt, even when hoverboarding.”

  “You may wear a dress,” Jeff said. “What Vix is trying to articulate is that that you have a choice. If you wish to wear a dress, you may, but if you want to wear trousers, that’s perfectly acceptable. Whatever you’re comfortable in. We don’t really give a gear what you wear.”

  Noli nodded, not wanted to offend anyone. She couldn’t envision herself wearing trousers, but options were useful. At least here no one would think her indecent if she wore a dress without sleeves when she worked on the engines. “I … I appreciate that.”

  “Vix, if you would kindly take the helm for a few moments, I’ll get Noli set up.” Jeff gave Vix a wheedling smile.

  Vix shook her head and waved them off. “Go ahead.”

  “Are you part of the women’s equality movement?” Noli asked Vix shyly. “I … I hope they make it legal for women to operate conveyances solo. I happen to like hoverboarding.”

  “Me, too.” Vix exchanged knowing glances with Jeff. If she dressed like a boy she could probably get away with hoverboarding far easier than Noli.

  Jeff pushed on Noli’s shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed. It’s been quite the day.”

  “Too much excitement running away from home?” Vix snipped as she took the helm. The bridge had a panoramic view of the sky as well as a periscope, something that projected what was happening behind them onto a small screen, and all sorts of lights, switches, and system monitors. A large lever controlled the speed of the engine, another released barrels of water from the hull, lightening the ship to make it go faster.

  “Vix, please?” Jeff put an arm around Noli.

  Vix huffed. “Good night, Noli.”

  “Good night, Captain.” Noli nodded, nearly bobbing a curtsey out of habit.

  Jeff led her down the stairs. “Go back to your room, I’ll be right there.”

  “Don’t want me to see crew quarters?” Noli grinned.

  “No.” This came out sharp.

  “I’ll meet you there.” Noli returned to her little room and took a few things out of her bag, such as her nightdress. She frowned as she held up a soft knitted blanket made of many different shades of green, with fringe and tassels. Charlotte had made it for her, but she didn’t remember putting it in the bag, the little embroidered pillow, either. Sometimes that happened, not remembering things. Hazards of the sprite occupying her body. The sprite didn’t remember much, preferring to live in the present.

  There was a rap on the door. “Noli, it’s me.

  Come in.” She turned the little pillow over in her hands. The blue pillow had brightly-colored inexpertly embroidered flowers on it. A gift from Elise, James and V’s little sister.

  A small footlocker filled Jeff’s arms and he sat it down on the ground in area she’d cleared. “Here you go; a blanket and hammock are inside. Sorry, I couldn’t find a pillow.”

  She held up hers. “I have one—it’s small but it will work.” Jeff’s eyebrows rose. “You had one little bag to fill and you brought a pillow?”

  How would she explain all her things? Using the magic valise seemed like a good idea at the time. She shrugged. “Um, my valise is bigger than it looks.”

  “Is it new?” Jeff studied the valise on the workbench. “It was gift from my friend Charlotte.” Noli sniffed a little. Generous, sweet Charlotte had given her so much— including her life. “I miss her.”

  “Charlotte?” Jeff’s face contorted in thought. “She’s your school friend and from the south someplace, right? When we head south perhaps you could visit her.” Noli shook her head, busying herself by opening the trunk and taking out the hammock so she didn’t have to look at him. “She passed on recently.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What happened?

  It’s … complicated.” She wasn’t ready to speak of it.

  “All right, then.” His voice softened. “Here, allow me.” Jeff hung the hammock for her, turning the right wall into a sleeping area, footlocker underneath. “It’s surprisingly comfortable.”

  “I appreciate that.” She gave Jeff a big smile. “I’ll try hard, I promise.”

  “I know. I meant it when I said you’re an ace at fixing things. This will work out for the better, you’ll see.” He pulled her to him. “We’ll take everything one day at a time.”

  She laid her head against his shoulder. “I’ve not gone round the bend, promise.”

  No, she just had some other girl in her head, one that sometimes took over. Not that she could say it out loud, since that did sound as if she were barking mad.

  He stroked her hair. “No, you haven’t gone mad. You’ve simply been through a lot.”

  “V will find a way to fix this.” To fix her, for them to be together. She had total and utter faith that it would happen eventually, and until then she’d persevere. At least she was with Jeff, who accepted her as she was and didn’t try to change her to conform to society. Jeff pressed his lips to t
he top of her head in a way that reminded her of their mother. He held her at arm’s length. “One day at a time, little sister. Now, go to bed.”

  “Good night, Jeff.” She yawned. Jeff left and she pulled on her white ruffled nightdress, slippers, and cap. Exhaustion filled her. Noli draped her dress over the workbench and turned out the light. Grabbing her pillow and blanket, she crawled into the hammock, closed her eyes and went to sleep, listening to the hum of the ship’s engine.

  Five

  A Questing We Will Go

  With a heavy sigh, Steven signaled the sprite serving girl. Again. She’d forgotten to bring them their supper. Again.

  “Couldn’t we have left in the morning?” James whined, head in his hands, elbows on the rough wooden table. Indulgence brought out the worst in his little brother. The small pub and boarding house catering to the Otherworldly had come alive with a cacophony of sound and a symphony of smells. The non-mortals of Los Angeles ate, drank, and were noisily merry.

  “We needed to get out of the house before … ” Before Noli’s mother knocked on the door. Before his heart broke in half at the thought of Noli being whisked off to Boston and paraded before potential suitors. Before his father told him one more time that he’d brought this upon himself. “Before Jeff beats the stuffing out of you for making Noli cry?” James lifted his head up.

  “Jeff?” Steven cocked his head, hair falling in his eyes.

  It never did like to lie flat, though wasn’t an outright mop of unruly curls like James’.

  James nodded, rubbing his temples, one elbow still on the table. “I saw him land his hoverboard in their backyard. He must have come to visit her. Ugh, my head hurts so much.”

  “Drinking two entire bottles of cognac will do that to you.” Steven took a notebook and a pencil from his rucksack. “I didn’t realize Jeff was in town—are you certain?” Noli hadn’t mentioned it. Then again, there’d been more urgent matters to discuss. He knew she’d been in contact with her brother since returning from the Otherworld, but he couldn’t remember him visiting since he’d left to be an “aeronaut.”

  “That or it’s the twin brother he doesn’t have.” James moaned and laid his head right on the table.

  “Sit up, you brute.” Steven kicked him under the table. This noise of this place was overwhelming. Quinn had recommended they start here so they could come up with their strategy. He’d agreed that they should leave the house as soon as possible. Not to mention it was a quest, heroes were supposed to dash off immediately, not wait for their younger brothers to sleep off their grief-induced hangovers.

  The serving girl set steaming plates of boiled meat and potatoes in front of them. Finally.

  “We need to figure out what sort of amusement we plan to acquire for her.” Steven moved his notebook to the side so he could eat and write at the same time. “You’ve spent the most time with Tiana, has she mentioned wanting anything in particular?”

  James squinted at his plate. “I’m not sure I could eat.”

  He picked up his fork and stabbed the mutton. “Now that I think of it, she’s mentioned wanting a mechanical peacock more than once. Also, no one has a mechanical unicorn. We could do that—or a flying horse … what are they called?” He took absent bites of meat and vegetables as he spoke.

  He must be hungry after all.

  “Pegasus? You think should seek out a unique animal for her menagerie? I think that should be amusing enough.” He rubbed his chin. “Where do we even start?”

  He poked at his own food. They ordered mutton, but his tasted like chicken—whether it was the fault of the cook or the serving girl, he was unsure.

  “We go where they make the best clockwork toys in this realm.” James continued making unconscious inroads in his food.

  Steven made a face, fork paused halfway to his mouth as he tried to recall where that might be. “Switzerland?

  New Bern, North Carolina.”

  Steven’s eyebrows rose. “And you know this because?

  Father ordered toys there for Elise, when she wanted that little bird, remember?” James downed his drink. “I can’t remember which shop, but it shouldn’t be difficult— unless you want to go to Switzerland. I’m sure the toys there are nice, too.”

  “North Carolina is closer.” Steven made a few notes.

  Peacock. Pegasus. New Bern.

  Where this sounded easy, he had a feeling there was much more to it. There always was with Tiana. As much as he wanted to dismiss what his father said about both his mother and uncle wishing him dead, he needed to heed it.

  After all, these were the people who conspired to oust their own family from the throne and exile them.

  “How will we get there?” he added.

  James made a rude noise over the rim of his glass. “It’s called an airship. Maybe you should spend more time paying attention in school and less time reading philosophy books under your desk. I don’t suppose you brought any money?”

  “Money?” He had his sword, which currently looked like a pen, in his shirt pocket. Books, maps, and a few items for bribes occupied his rucksack. But money? He hadn’t thought to ask his father for that. Steven reached into his trouser pocket. “I have some, but it’s not enough for us to take an airship across the United States. I suppose we could cut through the Otherworld.”

  Apprehension crept through him at the idea. Given there was a chance someone might hope to kill them, staying in the mortal realm could be safer. Then again, it may not.

  James shook his head, scraping bits of meat off his plate with his fork. “The queen’s going to have spies everywhere. I can’t shake the feeling we’ve walked into a trap. We should avoid the Otherworld. Even now she’s probably told everyone that you’re on a quest and you know how everyone loves a quester.” He rolled his eyes. “She’ll have a guaranteed stream of gossip on our progress.”

  “Yes, everyone does love a quester,” he replied dryly. Love was a relative term. Where some people liked to aid questers, plenty liked to toy with them, which was perfectly permissible as long as you didn’t actually impede them. Impede was also relative.

  “Also, we should try not to request quest aid, since that’s begging for gossip.” James polished off his food then took a forkful of meat from Steven’s plate.

  “True, but how do we do things, then? Should we return to the house and get some money?” Not asking for quest aid meant avoiding any of their people who might assist them with things such as airship travel.

  James shrugged. “The same thing any boys our age do when they want to go somewhere and don’t have the coin. We gamble or work our way there.”

  “I think we should work for our passage.” He scooted his plate out of James’ reach. The idea of James gambling made him queasy. James couldn’t beat Charlotte at cribbage—even when he used magic.

  The serving girl refilled their drinks. “You’re the young princes, right? The ones on the quest?” She shot them a winsome smile and giggled.

  And so it began. Steven had hoped they’d have some time before the Otherworld gossip mill started moving. “No, that’s not us,” James lied blithely. “I wish I was a prince.”

  “Oh.” Her face fell. She took their dishes and left. “Smart. If people do figure us out we should say we’re headed back to the Otherworld.” Steven lowered his voice.

  “I can’t shake the feeling we’re missing something … it doesn’t make sense. Out of all the things she could have me do this seems … ludicrous—especially if she wanted it to lead to my death.” A quest couldn’t be designed to end in certain death, but plenty of people accidently perished while questing.

  “She doesn’t make sense.” James lowered his voice, his words bordering on treason. “I have to say, sometimes I wonder if Noli’s right … ”

  Of course, if Queen Tiana was insane she’d have to be a mad genius, since everything she did was so cold and calculating despite her pre-occupation with amusements. She wasn’t a very good queen—the mishaps
with the sacrifices only two of many small instances compounding the matter. Instances no one would mention if they valued their life. Still, even if no one would say it out loud, Tiana wasn’t a fraction of the queen her sister had been.

  “Well, we should return to the Otherworld before we’re missed.” James said this loudly as Steven left some coins on the table.

  “Yes, we should,” Steven mumbled. He wasn’t very good at play-acting. Anything was better than mentioning their actual unspoken destination, the Grand Central Air Terminal. They’d stay far away from Jeff’s airship. It wasn’t as if he could explain everything to Jeff, and well, as much as it pained him to admit it, unless they had swords Jeff probably could kick the stuffing out of him.

  “I can take you boys as far as Chicago,” a grizzled man with a medium-sized commercial passenger ship told them. “From Chicago you can get to North Carolina much easier than from here. We leave in the morning. I can’t offer you money, but you can have a place to sleep and three meals a day in exchange for being our kitchen boys.”

  “We appreciate that, Captain,” Steven replied. It was the lowest position to be had on a ship like this, but it should only take a couple of days to get to Chicago.

  The captain held out his chubby hand. “It’s a deal then. Welcome aboard.”

  Six

  All in a Day’s Work

  “Get out of here.” A burly man picked up Kevighn by the scruff of his coat and unceremoniously tossed him out of the opium den into the early morning light. The air whooshed out of his chest as he hit the cold pavement.

  Kevighn had forgotten why they threw him out in the cold. Perhaps it was because he was out of money. Gambling hadn’t been as good as he’d hoped. He brushed himself off and skulked back toward the Saint Louis Air Terminal. A new day brought new ships. If there were no positions to be had here, perhaps he could work his way toward a larger city. Chicago and New York were both good options. Los Angeles and San Francisco were also ideas, but those cities made him think of Magnolia. Denver and Atlanta were gateways to smaller stations which could also suffice.