It was only later that I had time to consider what the conversation really meant. Erris truly had shifted his focus toward the hope that he might live to become king. It made me tremble a bit. Still, we owed it to both Lorinar and the fairy kingdom to prepare.
A week or so later, I was in the kitchen-we did nearly everything in the kitchen-reading some of Ordorio’s books when Lean Joe came back from town with the mail. “You have a package, miss,” Lean Joe said, gathering everyone’s attention as he dropped a small parcel in front of me.
“Oh! I asked if Karstor would send something to help with the jinn.”
“No, it’s from overseas. Mr. Parry.”
“He’s sending you packages now?” Erris said. “What is it?”
I chewed my lip. I wanted to open it alone, but that would only arouse Erris’s suspicions further, and I didn’t feel like making him jealous now when he was talking to me about being a queen. Celestina handed me a knife and I slit the brown paper open.
A silver bracelet slid out. Each end of the bangle depicted the head of a stylized elephant, and the trunks formed the clasp. It was clever and lovely and I wished for all the world Hollin had not been the one giving it to me.
“Oh, can I see?” Violet said. “That’s wonderful!”
“He probably got it cheaply,” I said, knowing it wasn’t true.
“He does remember that he’s married, doesn’t he?” Erris said.
I let Violet and Celestina admire the bracelet for a moment, and then I slipped it back in the envelope. “Maybe he just wanted to give me a token of friendship,” I said. “He knows I like elephants.”
“Elephants aren’t really romantic,” Violet pointed out.
“I guess he can send you whatever he likes,” Erris said. “But I hope you don’t encourage him.”
“It’s nothing!” I said, perhaps protesting too loudly. “Annalie is my friend, and Hollin and I went through a lot together.”
“Oh, ‘together,’ did you? What exactly did you go through together?”
“We-” I made a face. “He’s one of the only people I have to write to.”
Erris gave a dark look down at the surface of the table. Of course, he had even fewer people to write than I did.
I wasn’t about to open Hollin’s letters in front of everyone, but I felt almost as if I were sneaking off into a liaison when I took them to my bedroom. My heart pounded as if I were, especially recalling what I had written to him last. I could no longer remember the exact words, I just recalled it had made me nervous.
Dear Nimira,
I was so pleased to receive your letter. I suppose the mail travels relatively swiftly in these modern times, but things change so quickly in my life that it seems an age passes between letters.
I hope you enjoy the gift. I remembered us talking of elephants back at Vestenveld, so when I saw this bracelet in the market, I had to get it for you. Many of the women here wear silver bangles of similar design.
I’ve been continuing my work with the schools, but I no longer work under Mr. Quendley. I have a usual round of twelve schools in a fifty-mile radius that I’m supposed to check on each month. I then send a report back to my superiors, about what kind of magic the schools are teaching. I do believe the Lorinarians would rather the natives abandon magic altogether, but they realize magic helps prevent epidemics and famine, and the people would rebel without it, so they only try to suppress martial magic.
I do see, now, why this was considered a suitable punishment for my mistakes back home. I’m traveling twenty-seven days out of thirty each month, and the conditions can be grueling. The roads are poorly kept, the weather is unpredictable, and I’m always dirty and exhausted. My lodgings vary greatly in quality. I never thought I would be eating with my hands, crouching on the dirt at an open fire, with a woman offering me fermented milk of some unknown animal. I’ve learned some of the language, but there are so many dialects that half the time it does me no good.
This is not travel as I imagined it. There is no leisurely sightseeing, no servants, no hotels catering to Lorinarian travelers. I don’t know when in the history of the Parry family anyone has worked this hard.
Yet, it is so different from anything I’ve ever known. None of the social mores of home apply. It makes me wonder what is real.
I think you must know how it feels.
He went on for a while, in similar vein to the last letter-musing how I must have felt coming to Lorinar and talking of how different the people were. His tone had changed. It was more subdued and thoughtful. The pages held less romance and more grit.
I had an odd, fleeting yearning to be there with him, to see him change, to see his eyes open in a country where women wore bright colors and bare arms again.
But I had never really been in New Guinnell and quite likely I was romanticizing it myself. I didn’t think I’d care much for fermented milk.
He didn’t precisely acknowledge how I had scolded him in my last letter, but he did speak of Annalie:
Nimira, I know you are a girl of good moral character-better than my own-and I hope my letters don’t make you uncomfortable. I know you are friendly with my wife, and I know I shouldn’t write any other woman but her, especially you, considering how I once offered to run away with you.
I’m not trying to woo you anymore, Nim, I swear to that. It was the biggest mistake of my life to even consider it, and I know I am the villain in this piece. You know the facts of what happened between us: I cursed her in an attempt to save her while she was sick. I left her touched by the dead, trapped in the dark, haunted by spirits.
But do you know how it feels to harm someone you love? To see them changing, to know you caused it, to be helpless to stop it? You do know how it feels, I think. And at first, for Annalie there was only pity and regret and thoughts of trying to lift the curse, to put things back to how they were.
At some point, I was forced to admit that lifting the curse was beyond my power, and at the time I felt like the cursed one. Annalie didn’t want to see me. She wasn’t girlish and playful anymore, but she also wasn’t depressed and miserable. She was turning into that person she has become-strange and wiser than her years… .
I admit I am slightly frightened of her. After all that’s happened, a part of me still longs to see that bright young girl who couldn’t dance well, and I have such trouble knowing how to relate to her anymore.
I am not sure, in saying all this, if I am looking for your sympathy or advice, or if I am merely trying to warn you that Erris might be changing with all he’s been through, and I hope you can weather it better than I could.
Strangely, I almost wanted to cry when I read this, and I wasn’t sure why. Was I terrified that Erris was changing into someone I couldn’t understand, or was I merely relieved to know that someone else shared my pain? I took a deep suppressing breath.
Now I picked up the letters from Karstor and Annalie, noticing suddenly the postmarks. They were the same.
Sure enough, Annalie wrote:
Linza and I have moved into Dr. Greinfern’s apartment. Vestenveld is rather isolated and he was concerned for my safety there. Several people have come nosing around since the public learned about me. I’m not worried, but Dr. Greinfern’s concern is reasonable, and the house has always been too large, especially with Hollin away.
Of course I don’t want you to worry. Dr. Greinfern has made things very comfortable for me.
