He glanced at the spot beside her, then – changing his mind, or perhaps losing his nerve – stood against the wall and folded his hands in front of him.
Yasmine lingered in the doorway.
Jamison looked up. “Yasmine, thank you for escorting my guests. We have a great deal of training tomorrow. The sun has nearly set and I don’t want you exhausted.”
Laurel saw the beginnings of a pout form on Yasmine’s lips, but at the last second she pulled it back. “Of course, Jamison,” she said politely, then slowly withdrew, sneaking one last peek before disappearing round the corner. In that moment Laurel was sharply reminded that, in spite of being powerful and revered, Yasmine was still only a child – and so was Laurel, especially to someone as ancient and wise as Jamison.
“So,” Jamison said once Yasmine’s footsteps had faded, “what can I do for you?”
“Well,” Laurel said shyly, increasingly certain that her actions back at the gate had been rash and unjustified. “It’s important,” she blurted finally, “but I don’t know that it justifies all this,” she said, gesturing to the grandeur surrounding them.
“Better overprepared than overconfident,” Jamison said. “Now tell me.”
Laurel nodded, trying to stifle her sudden rush of nerves. “It’s Klea,” she began. “She’s back.”
“I did expect that,” Jamison nodded. “Surely you didn’t think we’d seen the end of her?”
“I didn’t know,” Laurel said defensively. “I thought maybe—“ She cut herself off. That wasn’t the point. She cleared her throat and straightened. “She brought someone with her. A faerie.”
This time Jamison’s eyes widened and he glanced at Tamani. Tamani met the old faerie’s gaze, but said nothing, and after a moment Jamison returned his attention to Laurel. “Go on.”
Laurel related Klea’s story – how Yuki was found as a seedling, how trolls had killed her parents. “Klea asked me to keep an eye on her. To be her friend, I guess. Because she knows I managed to escape from the trolls before.”
“Klea,” Jamison said softly. He looked at Laurel. “What does she look like?”
“Uh. . . she’s tall. She has short auburn hair. She’s thin, but not skinny. She wears a lot of black,” Laurel finished with a shrug.
Jamison was studying her, unblinking – a tingling sensation made her forehead warm. It was so subtle that Laurel wondered if it was just her imagination. After a moment his gaze grew unnerving, but as Laurel turned to Tamani for guidance, Jamison straightened and sighed. “Never was my particular talent,” he murmured, sounding disappointed.
Laurel touched her forehead. It felt cool. “What did you just—”
“Do come sit,” Jamison said, turning away from her question to address Tamani. “I feel I have to shout with you standing so far away.”
Swiftly, but with a jerkiness that spoke of reluctance, Tamani pushed away from the wall and took a seat beside Laurel.
“Any sign this faerie has hostile intentions?” Jamison asked.
“No. Actually, she seems rather shy. Reserved,” Tamani said.
“Any outward signs of power?”
“Not that I’ve observed,” Tamani said. “Klea claims Yuki doesn’t have any abilities beyond being a plant. She called her a dryad, but we have no way of knowing whether that’s a ruse.”
“Is there any reason for us to believe this wild faerie is a threat to Laurel or to Avalon?”
“Well, no, not yet, but – at any point –” Tamani stopped talking and Laurel saw him fix his jaw the way he always did when he was trying to put his emotions in check. “No, sir,” he said.
“All right then.” Jamison stood, and Laurel and Tamani rose to their feet in response. Tamani started to turn and Jamison stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not saying you were wrong to come, Tam.”
Tamani looked at Jamison, his expression guarded, and Laurel felt guilt smoulder inside her – after all, she was the one who had been so insistent. She had wanted Jamison’s advice so badly.
“We could not have foreseen this turn of events. But,” Jamison said, raising one finger, “you may find that less has changed than you think. You already saw Klea as a possible threat to Laurel’s safety, did you not?”
Tamani nodded silently.
“So perhaps this Yuki is as well. But,” he continued, his tone intense, “if that is the case, then the place you need to be – the place you must be – is at Laurel’s side in Crescent City. Not here.” Jamison placed both hands on Tamani’s shoulders and Tamani’s gaze fell to the floor. “Be confident, Tam. You have always had a sharp mind and keen intuition. Use it. Decide what needs to be done, and do it. I gave you that authority when I sent you.”
Tamani’s head bobbed up and down, an infinitesimal nod.
Laurel wanted to speak up, to tell Jamison it was her fault, not Tamani’s, but her voice died in her throat. She wished, strangely, that they hadn’t come at all. Being reprimanded, even gently, had to be difficult enough without an audience to compound his embarrassment. She wanted to say something, to defend him – but she couldn’t find the words.
“I do have one suggestion,” Jamison said as he guided them back towards the large double doors that led to the foyer. “It would be wise to discern this wildflower’s caste – as a precaution, but also in case she can be of use to you.”
That possibility hadn’t occurred to Laurel. Whatever Klea was doing, if they could win Yuki over, perhaps she could be the key to unlocking Klea’s secrets. But if she’s too young to blossom—
Before Laurel could voice her question, Jamison turned to address her. “Discovering her powers could be difficult. A stop at the Academy, to consult with your professors, might be in order. Then back to California,” he said firmly. “I don’t like the idea of you so far from your sentries after sunset. But a quick visit should still get you back to the gate in plenty of time. I know it is later here,” he added, gesturing to a picture window that looked out on a black, velvety sky with stars beginning to appear.
Jamison escorted them through the gilded doors – which opened wide without so much as a flick of his wrist – and all the way down to the foyer. It was mostly empty now, soft phosphorescing flowers beaming dimly throughout the capacious room. Jamison’s entourage of Am fear-faire, however, were ready and waiting. They closed in round him as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Yasmine has gone to bed,” Jamison said as they crossed beneath a dragon-arched entryway, “so I will open the gate for you.” He laughed. “But these old stems move much slower than your young ones. You go down to the Academy. I will head to the Gate Garden and we will meet there in a short while.”
Laurel and Tamani left the courtyard some fifty paces ahead of Jamison. As soon as they were out of earshot Laurel slowed her steps, falling back to share the broad pathway with Tamani. “I should have told him this was my idea,” she blurted.
