'Oh, it's marvelous,' she exclaimed. 'Is that it?' She homed in on the Cake. It was frosted in purple, but in EIliora's honor, was also adorned with gold and green. Himalaya headed her off, but the Leprechaun peered around her waist at the table. 'What a gorgeous Cake that is! I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my days.'
'Shhh!' I hissed.
'Ah. that's right, then.' the Leprechaun said. 'I'll be quiet. I know the problem you're facing. But isn't everything marvelous!'
'Thank you, ma'am,' Hermalaya said politely.
'And was the Cake made in these very kitchens?'
'We couldn't do that.' I told her. 'We couldn't risk tipping off anyone else that we're here. But Hermalaya baked it in the royal kitchens of Possiltum, in Klah '
Elliora wasn't disappointed. 'That's right, you're a Klahd, aren't you? I won't hold that against you. lovely boy.'
'Then let us begin,' Hermalaya said, taking a box of candles out of the drawer in the low table. 'How old are you?'
A certain amount of noise was obligatory in the ceremony, so I couldn't use a blanketing spell as I had when I helped Marmel search for his family heirloom. Instead, I modified a silence charm that should deaden the sounds we made and prevent them from escaping. I pictured the spell as a big balloon that enveloped the throne room. The trouble was, it created only a thin barrier. A really big bang would be audible on the other side of the door. I hoped that none of the real balloons that Hermalaya had used to decorate would explode, or at least not until we were finished and ready to jump out. The princess crooned her weird little song and let Elliora blow out the candles stuck in the top of the Cake.
Normally, the smoke rising from the wicks just dissipated into the air. Instead, they curled around and over, spiraling around Hermalaya's hands as she cut the Cake deftly into slices and slid them onto the plates.
'That's marvelous,' Elliora said. 'Just a little bit of magik.'
Massha and I exchanged glances of professional approval. There was something special about this particular ceremony that had been lacking in the others. Either Hermalaya had gotten so much practice lately, or performing it in her own country added an element that had been missing elsewhere. She really connected somehow with the sacred elements she always talked about. I was beginning to pick up nuances I had not noticed before. In any case, it was hypnotically fascinating. I enjoyed it as never before.
Nevertheless, I had to keep a mental watch upon my noise-deadening spell. I'd been upset to find that the big fancy doors had no lock on them. That, too, was symbolic for the royal house of Foxe-Swampburg, telling their people that their rulers were always available to them. The penalty for violating Matfany's order was death. That meant that anyone could walk in at any time, burst our bubble, and take the princess and the rest of us away for execution. I kept a transference charm half-brewed the whole time. If anyone interrupted us, I would grab her and get her out of there. Both Guido and Massha were armed to the teeth with their own particular forms of defense. Chumley didn't need any weapons, but I was more afraid of someone getting hurt.
My preoccupation meant that I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have to the rituals. The four of us obeyed Hermalaya's instructions to race around the chairs in the middle of the room. Her chanting stopped. I raced for a spindle-backed seat. I plopped myself down on it. Alarmed, I jumped up again. 'Yiii!'
'What's the matter, Boss?' Nunzio asked.
'There's no one there!' I exclaimed. 'I just sat down on someone's lap.'
Hermalaya looked at the empty chair. 'Oh, that's just Uncle Cyrus.' she said. 'We are blessed.'
'Who is Uncle Cyrus?' I demanded.
Hermalaya put a pretty finger to her chin to puzzle it out. 'He was king about, oh, three hundred years ago? I am so delighted. The Old Folks have come to show us that they approve of our endeavors. They just love Cake.'
'Are they always here?'
'They protect us,' Hermalaya said, as though I must be feebleminded not to know that. 'That's how come no one was killed in the pinchbug epidemic. Those pesky little creatures drilled right through solid rock. You think they couldn't have gone through plain flesh and bone?'
'I never thought about it,' I said honestly.
'Well, that's why. They didn't think about clothes, though? That's why people came to me for help.'
'The family ghosts?' asked Elliora, curiously.
'Does that upset you?' I was afraid she wanted to leave.
The Leprechaun laughed. 'Ach, no, not at all. We've got plenty of ghosts of our own in Ayer! Let's keep on, shall we? I've never had such a good time in my life.'
Hermalaya's eyes shone with delight. 'Well, you are out, Skeeve, because Uncle Cyrus beat you to the chair? One fewer seat, please!'
Nunzio courteously went to move a chair, but the family ghosts beat him to it. The gold, hoop-backed Windsor with ball-and-claw feet slid toward the wall before he could touch it. The remaining chairs moved by themselves to fill the gap.
I moved away from the ritual area, worrying whether I was going to run into another one of Hermalaya's deceased relatives. The Old Folks seemed to be having as much fun as the living. Chumley really got into the spirit of the games, letting out a refined hoot of pleasure when he successfully pinned the tail on the Dragon's rump. Five more tails attached themselves in the same vicinity.
'Cheating!' Chumley declared. The Old Folks didn't say anything. I never saw or heard any of them.
'And this is for you, my dear,' Elliora said, when the festivities were finished. She handed Hermalaya a little, round, green ceramic pot sealed at the top with parchment. 'Tradition begs for tradition, you see. It's how we like to keep our money.' She had tears in her eyes. 'I had no idea how it was here, dear princess. It's not my intention to impoverish a whole kingdom. I'll inform Matfany that we'll keep the line of credit open only if he lets you come back. You will have to keep up on the payments, you know. We're not in the kingdom-running business, but we ARE in business.'
'I understand,' Hermalaya said. 'I will do better in the future? I know I just have so much to learn. Thank you so much for coming.'
'Thank you for inviting me,' Elliora said. She winked at me. 'Don't show me out. I know the way.'
BAMF!
I waited nervously as Hermalaya undid the ribbon on Elliora's pot of gold. The princess poured the coins out into her palm. They overspilled her hand and bounced to the floor. Guido and Chumley bent to gather them up, but they just kept coming.
'How many are in there?' Massha asked, her eyes wide. The pool of gold scattered around the princess's feet.
'I don't know!'
'Oh, isn't she generous!' Hermalaya said. 'This is going to help my people so much?'
I shoveled coins into my belt pouch, into Massha's handbag, into anything that would hold them. I was elated.
'We did it,' I said. 'Elliora's gift really is the tipping point. Between this and the loans she can call in on him, we have enough leverage to force Matfany out of business and get the kingdom back on its feet. We've won. No matter how much Aahz can raise, we can drain it. He'll be in negative equity.'
'Hooray!' Massha yodeled, then clapped a hand over her mouth. 'Oops! Sorry.'
I ran to the door and planted my ear against it. I heard running footsteps. Someone had heard us.
'What's that?' Hermalaya asked. She looked at me in concern. 'Auntie Xantippe says that there are guards on the way. We have to get out of here?'
Gold kept pouring out of the little pot.
'How do we make it stop?' Massha asked.
'If I may suggest,' Chumley said, 'a modicum of common sense dictates that if changing the orientation to horizontal precipitates the flow, then restoring it to vertical should stem it.'
'Oh!' Hermalaya said. She tipped the pot upright. The jingling avalanche halted at once. 'Is that what you mean. Mister Chumley?'
