Ghost Aria
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"What is this?"
Sebastian hurried towards them, expression thunderous.
"Husband," said Laeria, voice heavy with contempt. "You've returned early from town. I suppose the rigorous duties of the Count of the Harbor cannot fill your entire day."
"You were casting spells on her again, weren't you?" said Sebastian, placing himself between his daughter and his wife.
Laeria lifted her chin. "What if I was? The little whelp is useless for anything else."
"Enough," said Sebastian, voice quiet. "That is the last time you will cast spells upon her."
Laeria laughed. "Or what?"
"Or I'll report you to the Magisterium for practicing unlicensed sorcery," said Sebastian.
"You wouldn't," said Laeria. "You're a Loyalist, not a Restorationist or a Militarist. You hate the Magisterium, and won't have anything to do with it."
Sebastian took a step towards Laeria. "Cast a spell my daughter again, and you'll find out just what I'll do."
Laeria met his gaze for a moment, and then stalked away.
Sebastian sighed and scooped up Caina. "Did she hurt you?"
"She didn't hit me," said Caina.
He carried her to the library, sat upon the couch. Caina leaned against his shoulder, crying softly.
"Why does she hate me so much?" said Caina at last.
"I suppose you're old enough to understand now," said Sebastian. "Do you know what the Imperial Magisterium is?"
Caina had read about it. "It's...the brotherhood of the magi, the sorcerers. The only ones allowed to use sorcery inside the Empire."
Sebastian nodded. "Before I met your mother, she was a novice of the Magisterium. The novices take a seven-year course of study before they become full magi. The Magisterium expelled your mother in her fourth year. She was simply not strong enough with sorcery to become a full magus. When she married me, I thought she had gotten past that, but I was...I was wrong."
"Why did she marry you," said Caina, "if she hates you as much as she hates me?"
"She thought I was a different kind of man than the one I really am," said Sebastian. "I am the Lord of House Amalas, and a Count, besides. Do you know the difference between a Lord and a Count?"
Caina thought back to her reading. "A Lord is a noble of the Empire," she said, remembering. "But a Count...a Count is a noble appointed to an office by the Emperor himself."
"I was already appointed Harbormaster of Aretia when I met your mother," said Sebastian. "I think she hoped that I would rise higher, become the commander of a Legion, or maybe the Lord Governor of an important province."
"Someone powerful enough to force the Magisterium to take her back?" said Caina.
"Yes," said Sebastian. "Very good. But I am not that sort of man, Caina. I have no stomach for Imperial politics. Aretia is my home, and I am content to stay here."
"And Mother hates it here," said Caina.
"Yes," said Sebastian. "She would rather return to Artifel and the Motherhouse of the magi, but they will not take her. So she takes her frustrations out upon me...and upon you."
"Do you wish you had never married her?" said Caina.
Sebastian smiled. "How could I," he said, touching her hair, "for without her, I never would have gotten you."
Caina smiled.
"But this has gone on for too long," said Sebastian. "I am ashamed that I let it go on for so long. If she strikes you again, tell me and I will put a stop to it. And if she uses her sorcery against you, tell me...and I will go to the Magisterium."
"I don't think she will," said Caina. "I made her stop. I got angry and pushed her out of my head."
"You did?" said Sebastian, surprised. "That takes great mental strength."
"She said bad things about you," said Caina. "I got angry."
"You defend me more than I deserve," said Sebastian. "But if Laeria lifts hand or spell against you, tell me. I will not let it pass."
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But her mother left them alone after that.
Perhaps Sebastian's threat daunted her, or Caina's unexpected resistance alarmed her. After that day, Laeria ignored them, spending almost all her time shut away in her rooms, practicing her spells, or corresponding with the few magi who did not ignore her. She emerged only to appear with Sebastian and Caina at public functions, and left as soon as possible.
As Caina grew older, more than once she wondered why her father simply did not divorce Laeria. The gods knew he had endured enough. Perhaps he thought Laeria could change. Perhaps part of him still loved her.
Caina did not love her mother, not even a little.
Eventually, she realized that her father preferred reading and thinking and writing to any sort of action, and would put off confronting Laeria as long as possible.
She loved him nonetheless.
But Laeria left them alone, and Sebastian continued with his duties and his scholarship, and Caina worked her way through his library. Sebastian hired new tutors for her, and she began learning new languages.
It was a pleasant enough life.
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Night had fallen by the time her father finished meeting with the decimvirs, the ten magistrates who governed the town of Aretia.
Caina let herself into the library after they left. A bright fire crackled in the fireplace, covered by a bronze screen to protect the books and the carpet from any sparks. Sebastian sat at his desk below the windows, fiddling with a pen, his expression distant.
He smiled as she approached.
"How was your meeting with the decimvirs?" she said.
"Simple enough," said Sebastian. "Not a major criminal matter, thankfully. A smugglers' ship ran ashore a few miles south of here, and the smugglers fled before the militia could take them in hand."
"What were they smuggling?" said Caina. "Not slaves?" Slavery had been banned in the Empire for a century and a half, since the War of the Fourth Empire, but Istarish slavers still sometimes raided the coasts.
"No, nothing so grim," said Sebastian. "Spices, mostly, from the Cyrican plantations. Some Anshani silks. And scrolls."
"Scrolls?" said Caina.
He beckoned her closer. "Come look at this."
A tattered scroll lay across his desk, the thick papyrus yellow with age. An intricate diagram filled most of the scroll, an elaborate sigil of swirling lines and crossing circles. Lines of strange characters filled the rest of the scroll, the symbols resembling birds and animals and men.
"I think it is a Maatish scroll," said Sebastian. "What can you tell me about the land of Maat?"
Caina smiled. Her father was a scholar at heart. Had he not wed, she supposed, he would have been quite happy as a priest in the Temple of Minaerys, tending to the collections of books and scrolls the priests kept in Minaerys' honor.
"Maat was called the Kingdom of the Rising Sun," said Caina, thinking. "Its pharaohs ruled a great empire long before our Empire arose. The Maatish priests were all powerful sorcerers and necromancers, but grew too proud, and destroyed the Kingdom of the Rising Sun in their folly."
Sebastian nodded. "Much as our Empire's own magi almost did, during the War of the Fourth Empire. Caina, I think this is a genuine Maatish scroll."
Caina blinked. "But...I read that the Kingdom of the Rising Sun fell thousands of years ago. All that remains are stone ruins in the desert. For a scroll to have survived..."
"It is rare," said Sebastian. "And incredibly valuable. The smugglers must have looted it from a Maatish ruin and hoped to find a buyer for it within the Empire."
"What will you do with it?" said Caina.
"I will study it, make certain it is authentic," said Sebastian. "If it is...I think I shall make a trip to the capital, to the priests of Minaerys at the Imperial Library."
Caina's eyes widened. The Imperial Library was the Emperor's own library, the largest collection of books in the Nighmarian Empire.
The thought of all those books made her hands tremble.
Sebastian laughed.
"Would you like to accompany me?"
"Yes," whispered Caina. "Yes, I would."
"Then it is settled," said Sebastian. "If the scroll proves authentic, we shall go to the capital and the Imperial Library. Now get some sleep, daughter. You're still too young to stay up half the night reading."
"You do, father."
"Yes, but I'm old enough that it doesn't matter. Now, off to bed."
Caina smiled, kissed his cheek, and left for her bedroom. Though she doubted she would be able to sleep. The Imperial Library!
She entered the hallway, and stopped.
Laeria stood at the end of the hallway, staring at her.
Caina stopped and stared back, readying herself to fight, if her mother tried to invade her mind.
But Laeria only smirked, and walked away without another word.
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Table of Contents
Book Description
Other books by the author
Ghost Aria (World of the Ghosts short story)
Bonus Chapter - Child of the Ghosts
About the Author