Rachel Aaron - Spirit's Oath

A sound of wonder went up from the crowd gathered in the small exhibition room at the base of the Spirit Courts Tower as a gale blew past the hanging lamps, whipping their delicate white flames into miniature bonfires. The wind barreled across the stone floor, making the Spiritualists red robes flap like flags before turning on a pin and roaring back to the girl standing on the little platform at the rooms far end. It blew past her, blowing her curly red hair in all directions before spiraling down to the silver-chased pearl pendant she held in her outstretched palm. The moment it hit the pearls smooth surface, the wind vanished and the room fell still for the space of a breath before the Spiritualists burst into loud applause.

Congratulations, Spiritualist Lyonette! Spiritualist Krigel said, pushing ahead of the crowd so he could be the first to shake the girls hand. A wind spirit is an achievement few Spiritualists will ever boast, but to take one as your third spirit, and while still an apprentice His voice trailed off as his wrinkled face pulled up in a wide smile. A good omen, he finished, squeezing her hand so hard her fingers ached. Very good indeed. Banage chose well.

Torn between blushing until her face caught fire or grinning until it cracked, Miranda Lyonette settled for a little of both as she returned the Assistant Rectors handshake. Thank you, Spiritualist Krigel, she said. It was hard work, but Eril was worth it. She raised her free hand so they could both see the pendant she clutched there. I just hope I can handle him.

Winds are finicky things, said Reymond, one of the old Tower Keepers whod been called in as a witness for her official demonstration. Keep him close, Spiritualist.

Like most Spiritualists, Reymond had never so much as spoken to a wind, but Miranda thanked him graciously for the advice. Right now she was so happy she would have let open insults go without a blink. That is, if she managed to hear them at all through the overwhelming joy. Shed done it. Three weeks of crouching beside a sedge-grass fire on the open plains, waiting to catch a wind in her smoke long enough to talk to it, and finally everything had come together. She could feel Erils breezy touch against her spirit, a light, racing presence even as he curled up in his pendant to sleep. He was worth every second shed spent out there and more, and not just because wind spirits were useful. In the whole Court there were less than five Spiritualists who could claim a wind as their servant. Even her mentor, Master Banage, the Rector Spiritualis and greatest wizard alive, hadnt bound his until he was twenty-five and working as a Journeyman Spiritualist. But here she was, barely twenty and still in her apprenticeship, with a wind of her own. If Eril had blown through her at that moment, she would have floated away on a cloud of beaming pride.

She might have already, actually, because Krigel had grabbed her shoulder to get her attention. Did you hear a thing I just said?

Miranda blinked and blushed. No, Spiritualist, she said, leaning back on her heels to ground herself.

Krigel shook his head. I know youre feeling ready to take on the world right now, but I need you to focus for a moment. The Rector wants to see you.

That wasnt surprising. He was her master, and she had been gone for nearly a month. But there was an edge in Krigels voice that made her think this wasnt the usual sort of check-in she did whenever she came home.

Ill go right now, she said, bowing. Thank you, Spiritualist Krigel.

It took a little pushing to get out of the room. Everyone kept trying to congratulate her, but the same compliments that had sent her over the moon a minute ago were now slowing her down. She excused herself as politely as possible, ducking past the reaching hands as she made her way toward the door. When she finally made it to the hallway, Miranda hiked up the plain red apprentice robes shed thrown over her traveling clothes for the exhibition and ran for the large spiral staircase that spanned the full height of the Courts enormous white Tower.

The Tower was the tallest building in Zarin and the heart of the Spirit Court. There were smaller towers in nearly every kingdom of the Council of Thrones, each watched over by a Tower Keeper who made sure the local spirits were being treated with the respect and fairness they deserved, but the Zarin Tower was the home of the Rector and the heart of the Court. For the last five years, it had been Mirandas home as well, first when she was a novice, and then, after shed taken her oaths, as an apprentice Spiritualist. Even so, shed never felt she belonged here as strongly as she did now, bounding up the stairs to answer the call of her Rector with her three spirits sleeping safely in their gems, their souls like warm bodies pressed up against her own.

The Rectors office was at the very top of the Tower, and Miranda paused at the end of the stairs just long enough to catch her breath before she knocked on the Rectors heavy wooden door.

Come.

Banages familiar deep voice was comforting, though he sounded a little annoyed. That wasnt anything unusual, though, and Miranda didnt think much of it until she opened the door.

Master Banage was sitting behind his desk as always, leaning back in the throne-like Rectors chair with an annoyed frown on his face. In front of him was a large man in his early fifties who Miranda had never, ever expected to see in this room. His hair was as red as her own, though his was tempered with silver streaks, and his expensive suit was of the latest fashion, cut to make his chest and shoulders look broader than they actually were. He wasnt a Spiritualist, which might explain why he thought he could stand there sneering at Etmon Banage like the Rector Spiritualis was some bumbling Council clerk, but then, Simon Lyonette could sneer at anyone.

He looked over his shoulder when the door stopped creaking, and Miranda shrank back on instinct as the furious sneer hit her. Well, he snapped. Its about time.

Miranda almost apologized before she remembered who and where she was. She was the apprentice of the Rector Spiritualis, called here by her master. She didnt have to bow to any man, not even this one. She closed the door behind her and marched across the room, keeping her eyes on Master Banage as she came to stand beside the man in front of the Rectors desk. Only then did she turn and drop her head in the barest shadow of a nod.

Hello, Father.

Dont you Hello, Father me! Simon spat, looking her up and down with open disapproval. Where are your manners, girl? We taught you better than that. Just whom do you think you are speaking to?

Miranda had a pretty good answer to that, but fortunately Master Banage cut her off before she could make things worse.

Thank you for your concern, Lord Lyonette, he said. But Miranda is a pledged Spiritualist now, and as such she is not required to bow to a lord of Zarin, or to any other nobility, in this Tower.

You cant tell her she shouldnt honor her father, Banage! Simon said. When Master Banage arched a dark eyebrow at that, Simon dismissed him with a turn of his head. Never mind. Im not here to play your games. Now that Miranda is back, well be going.

We? Miranda cried, outraged. You can go whenever you like, Im not going anywhere.

Miranda. Banages voice was low, but the warning was clear, and Miranda snapped her mouth shut. Banage watched her a moment longer, and then leaned forward. Lord Lyonette wrote me last week, he said calmly. Hes here to take you home. It seems your family no longer wishes for you to be in the Courts care.

He said you were coming back today from a camping trip where youd been trying to catch winds or some rotted nonsense, Simon said, flinging out his hand like he was tossing the idea away. Ive been waiting here an hour for you to get in, and my patience is running very thin. He grabbed Mirandas arm. Come along now before it runs out completely.