I shrugged.
‘To earn a crust. And what’s more, I think they prefer it this way.’
We walked through the lobby, which was decorated with trophies, paintings and certificates of achievements long past.
‘The shabbiness adds a sense of faded grandeur to the proceedings. And besides, when you don’t want to draw attention to yourself, it’s better to look a bit down at heel. Good morning, ladies.’
Two elderly women were on their way to the breakfast rooms. They were dressed in matching shell suits and cackled quietly to themselves.
‘This is the new foundling, Tiger Prawns,’ I said. ‘Tiger, these are the Sisters Karamazov—Deirdre and Deirdre.’
‘Why do they have the same name?’
‘They had an unimaginative father.’
They looked very carefully at Tiger, and even prodded him several times with long bony fingers.
‘Ha-ho,’ said the least ugly of the two, ‘will you scream when I stick you with a pin, you little piglet you?’
I caught Tiger’s eye and shook my head, to convey they didn’t mean anything.
‘Prawns?’ said Deirdre. ‘Is that a Mother Zenobia name?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ replied Tiger politely. ‘The Blessed Ladies of the Lobster often use crustacean names for the foundlings.’
The sisters looked at me.
‘You’ll educate him well, Jennifer?’
‘To the best of my ability.’
‘We don’t want another...
‘No, indeed.’
And they hobbled off, grumbling to one another about the problem with spaghetti.
‘They used to earn good money on weather prediction,’ I told Tiger as soon as they were out of earshot, ‘a skill now relegated to little more than a hobby after the introduction of computerised weather mapping. Don’t stand next to them out of doors. A lifetime’s work in weather manipulation has made them very attractive to lightning. In fact, Deirdre has been struck by lightning so many times it has addled her brain and I fear she might be irredeemably insane.’
‘Winsumpoop bibble bibble,’ said Deirdre as they vanished into the dining room.
‘This place is mad,’ remarked Tiger, ‘even when compared to the Sisterhood. I’m stuck for nine years with a bunch of lunatics.’
‘You’ll get used to it.’
‘I won’t.’
I was confident that he would. For all the shortage of funds, bad plumbing, peeling wallpaper, erratic incantations and dodgy spells, Kazam was
‘I’ll show you to your room.’
We walked down the corridor to where the elevators had once been. They had not worked for as long as anyone could remember, and the ornate bronze doors were wedged open, revealing a long drop to the sub- basements below.
‘Shouldn’t we take the stairs?’ asked Tiger.
‘You can if you want. It’s quicker to just shout out loud the floor you want, and hop into the lift shaft.’
Tiger looked doubtful so I said ‘TEN’ and stepped into the void. I fell upwards to the tenth floor and stepped out as soon as the fall was over. I waited for a moment, then peered down the shaft. Far below I could see a small face staring up at me.
‘Remember to shout “TEN”,’ I called down, ‘it’s a lot quicker than the stairs.’
There was a terrified yell as he fell towards me, and this turned into a laugh as he stopped outside the elevator entrance. He struggled for a moment to get out, missed his moment and fell back to the ground floor again with a yell. He didn’t get out there either, and fell back up to the tenth floor, where I grabbed his hand and pulled him in before he spent the afternoon falling backwards and forwards—as I had done when I first got here.
‘That was fun,’ he said, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. ‘What if I change my mind halfway?’
‘Then you go to whatever floor you want. It’s falling fast today. Must be the dry air.’
‘How does it work?’
‘It’s a standard Ambiguity enchantment—in this instance, the difference between “up” and “down”. Carpathian Bob left it to us in his will. The last spell of a dying wizard. Powerful stuff. You’ll be in Room 1039. It’s got an echo but, on the plus side, it
I opened the door to his room and we walked in. The room was large and light and, like most of Zambini Towers, shabby. The wallpaper was stained and torn, the woodwork warped and unsightly damp patches had appeared on the ceiling. I watched as Tiger’s face relaxed into a smile, and he blinked away the tears. At the convent, he would have been used to sharing a dormitory with fifty other boys. To anyone else, Room 1039 would have been a hovel—to the foundlings of the Sisterhood, it was luxury. I walked across to the window and removed the cardboard covering a broken pane to let in some fresh air.
‘The tenth floor is fully teenager compliant,’ I said, ‘nothing will ever be out of place.’
To demonstrate, I moved the blotter on the desk slightly off kilter, and a second or two later it realigned itself. I then dug a handkerchief from my pocket and threw it on the carpet. As soon as it hit the floor it fluttered off to the top drawer of the bureau like a butterfly, folding itself as it went.
‘Don’t ask me how it works or who cast it, but be warned: enchantments have no intelligence. They follow spell sub-routines without any form of discretion. If you were to fall over in here you’d find yourself tidied away into the wardrobe, as likely as not on a coat hanger.’
‘I’ll be careful.’
‘Wise words. You can use the self-tidying feature, but don’t
‘Do people knock when they want to use the bath?’ he asked, staring into the marble-and-faded-gilt bathroom.
‘Every room has its own bathroom,’ I told him.
He looked at me, astonished that such extravagance not only existed, but would be offered to him.
‘A bed, a window, a bedside light
‘Then I’ll leave you to settle in. Come down to the Avon Suite on the ground floor when you’re ready and I’ll tell you what’s what. Don’t worry if you hear odd noises at night, the floor may be covered with toads from time to time, stay out of the second sub-basement and never,
I was barely out of the door when I heard a cry from Tiger. I put my head back into the room.
‘I saw a figure over there,’ he said, pointing a trembling finger in the direction of the bathroom. ‘I think it was a ghost.’
‘Phantasms are confined to the third floor. You’ve just seen the echo I told you about.’
‘How can you see an echo?’