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âYou said you and your sister are leaving Yapan,â the deputy said, peering at him. âWhere will you go?â
Sighing, Bernum replied, âBack to Yolund.â
Beyan rushed forward. âBut you just saidââ
âI know.â Bernum didnât want to stand there any longer. This was wasting time, and he wanted to get back home as soon as possible so he and Malkia could hurry on. âBut sheâll be safest in Yolund. I can protect her at the magic schoolâeven if Jonori police come looking for her.â
The deputy frowned then looked down and nodded. âAll right. Fine. We will make sure no one messes with your father or Dennik.â
Bernum lifted his head again. It was the second time someone called Dennik by name. When he was a kid and during all his home visits his brother had always been referred to as the âcrippled kidâ or the âdeformed oneââthe kinds ones did at least. The others had called him âdemonâ.
âHow has Dennik been doing since I was last here?â Bernum watched both menâs responses.
Both Beyan and the deputy merely blinked as if it should not have been a wonder to Bernum. The deputy said, âQuite well. Heâs as competent a pharmacist as your father. Better, rather. He seems to have the magic touch with medicines. Nearly cured my fatherâs gout in two treatments.â
Bernum blinked. Of course he knew Dennik was skilled with herbs and had even applied the healing spells he had passed along during holidays to the herbs they were selling in the shop, but it was how casual and accepting the two men were that amazed him. So, testing them still, Bernum said, âReally. Well, thatâs good. I was beginning to wonder if the shop was suffering because my father had been ill for so longâwith only Dennik to tend to the customers.â
A slight flush of red touched Beyanâs cheeks though the deputy still just blinked at him. In fact, Deputy Henak leaned forward and said, âI donât see why. Dennik still can handle coins and all that. He may not have gone to school, but that kid is smart.â
That was enough.
âGood.â Bernum smiled then nodded to Beyan. He turned toward the door. âVery good. Well, then. I need to hurry home. Malkia will be getting impatient for us to start on the road again.â
The men watched him go out, Beyan almost waiting for Bernum to leave so he could speak with the deputy privately.
Bernum rushed home as if he could still feel the Jonori police on his back. He jogged into the house, up the back steps, gave a quick salutation to the housekeeper then rushed up the stairs to his fatherâs room where he hoped to find his family gathered. They werenât there. And though his heart jumped with a ripple of panic, Bernum hurried next to Malkiaâs room. As expected, both Dennik and his father were standing around his sister as she hastily packed up the remainder of her belongings so she could be on her way to Yolund. Their protests for her to calm down and slow down were no match for her tearful retorts with hugs that she had to hurry for their sakes.
âThey could come any minute,â Malkia said, stuffing her winter robe into her bag next.
âBut the hate ward you two put around the house ought to keep any one dangerous out,â her father said. âThere is no need for you to go rushing off like this, especially after all this time. Bernum, tell her she needs stop. Tell her sheâs safe here.â
But Bernum shook his head, striding to his fatherâs side and setting an arm around the pharmacistâs bent shoulders. âIâm sorry, Dad. But we have to go. Youâre not safe if we stay here. Thatâs the trouble.â
The pharmacistâs wet eyes blinked at his son with despair. âBut IâŠit has been so long since weâve been together andâŠconfound it! I ache whenever you go away. We have been apart long enough. Havenât you learned enough magic?â
âThis isnât about that,â Bernum said.
But Dennik squared his jaw with a look to his father and said, âIâm fine without a cure. You donât have to look anymore. If you need to make a stand, make it here. Dad and I both agreeâwe donât want you to leave.â
Bernum and Malkia looked at their little brother, both of them blinking in surprise. Malkia was the first to reach out to him, wrapping her arms around her little brother.
âThis isnât even about that.â But she started to cry.
Bernum put his arms around his brother also, holding his sister as well. âThis is about keeping you two out of the trouble we caused in Jonori.â
Dennik frowned, pushing back a little. âBut why canât you make your stand here?â
âBecause, we are dealing with people who would see you as a demon,â Bernum said.
Malkia let go, nodding. âAnd they would kill you if they thought we were working with another demon.â
âWith another?â their father repeated. He pulled back to eye his children. âWhat have you been doing in Jonori? Bernum, you were just supposed to fetch Malkia. What is this about demons?â
The twins shared a look. Malkia sat on her bed and Bernum shifted on his feet, gesturing for Dennik to sit down and rest his foot as the story he had to tell would be long. When his brother refused, stuffing his arms across his chest in a tight fold, Bernum sighed and went into his explanation, starting with the cabinet in Mr. Omoniâs study to its owner then to the circus performersâ problem. Malkia interjected a number of times, making claim to all the things she had done as if to take the blame off Bernumâs shoulders. Their father looked from brother to sister, his lips tightening and loosening as if he would say somethingâbut he never did. Dennik exclaimed at all the right parts, which was good and yet somewhat discomfortingâas they realized they had to hurry before any news of the death of Omoni reached Yapan. They didnât bother mentioning the deal they had made with the wizard.
âSo,â their father asked at last, âwhere is this northern demon now? That ghost demon has been in the news for the past two monthsâjust about killing those that come in contact with him.â
âJust about killing,â Bernum repeated, pointing that out. âHe could have drained them of everything entirely.â
But the pharmacist still frowned, eying Malkia mostly. âYes, you said that. But the fact is that he was aââ
âHe gave us these.â Malkia pulled out one of the scrolls Jonis had given them from the pack she had been stuffing. âAnd he mentioned collaborating on a magic book with him.â
The Pharmacist grumbled, looking towards the window as if guarding against the demon following them home.
âHe is one of the foremost magisters in Brein Amon, Dad,â Bernum added, though he was peeking out the window now, but for other reasons. He then gestured for Malkia to get up so they could hurry. âThe point isâhe made it so I could get Malkia out safely.â
âAnd heâs not wantonly killing,â Malkia added.
Raising his hands up in surrender, their father said, âFine! Fine. I give up. You both obviously have strong feelings about thisâŠdemonâŠman, whatever. JustâŠI donât want you damaging your futures any furtherâespecially it forces you to leave us.â
Both Bernum and Malkia shared another look. Malkia lowered her head and Bernum cleared his throat with an awkward rocking on his feet. He said, âSomeday weâd have to leave anyway.â
The Pharmacistâs face went a little pale, the corners of his mouth turning down. He averted his eyes to the floor. âYou werenât planning on coming back to Yapan?â
They shared another look. Both had been out in the world. Malkia still thought of going to Northborder for her own self-imposed internship, while Bernum was eager to get back to Yolund and the society of magicians there. Neither of them wanted to admit it, but they had both outgrown small town Yapan and its quiet ways. In fact, in absolute center of their hearts, they really wanted to work on that magic book with Jonis.
Malkia tried to say something, but her mouth stuck halfway open without anything coming out. Bernum pressed his lips together, thinking of the best way to phrase his honest feelings on the subject. As a pair they were as much alike as ever in their mutual apprehension, so much that Dennik exhaled aloud and interpreted the mood for their father. âTheyâre magicians now, Dad. Not pharmacists.â
âMagisters, really,â Bernum mumbled. He then looked to the window. Somewhere outside he heard the bell to the shop ring.
âIâll get that,â Dennik said, lifting a hand for all three of them to stay where they were. He hopped out the door, his club foot limping with strength rather than with weary soreness. Apparently it had not slowed him any, even after all those years.
Bernum swallowed with another look to his father then to the road outside through the window. âIâŠwe canât stay. Weâveââ
âWeâve grown up,â Malkia said, lifting her chin. She put Jonisâs scroll back into her pack.
Her brother frowned at her, not so pleased she had been so blunt.
But Malkia walked closer to her father, embracing him. âDad, it is about time you let go. Weâll visit after this all blows over, of courseâbut it may never.â
Frowning, Bernum nodded. It was true. It was possible that the family of Omoni would persecute their family for a long time yet. There might even be a legal injunction taken out against them. The possibility that they would have to migrate from Maldos also seemed real. Most likely, if the brother and sister had to, they would move north to Brein Amon. At least there they would not have to give up the standard of living they were used toâthough it would be colder.
Malkia closed up her bag. She nodded to Bernum. âIâm ready.â
Exhaling, Bernum nodded back. He then headed toward the door.
âWait.â Their fatherâs eyes widened from the sad droop they had been holding while watching them. He stepped from the room, skipping steps towards his own chambers. Rushing inside the door just as Malkia and Bernum were heading into the hall, he hopped out again with a number of things in hand. One was a wood carving their mother had treasured. Another was a pair of blankets their mother had made when they were babies and had been named, and the last was a string of painted porcelain beads that Malkia was supposed to wear on her wedding day. He stuffed all of these into Malkiaâs hands.
âTake these,â he said.
The Pharmacist then pulled off the dark wooden beads he was wearing and strung it over Bernumâs neck. Bernum flustered as he felt the round beads roll over his skin, settling around his neck.
âButâŠâ Bernum watched his father wipe off the tear that had escaped his mostly controlled gathering of wetness in his eyes. âWhy are you giving this to me? Dennik is going to inherit from you. Not me.â
âThis goes from father to the eldest son,â the Pharmacist said, then patted Bernum on the shoulder. âNot father to heirâthough I had hoped you would be my heir, at least in spirit. I never expected you would both leave me for always.â
âNothing is for always,â Malkia retorted, reaching to his hand and kissing it. âWeâll return some day.â
But the Pharmacist just pulled them closer in, hugging his two grown children. âI will pray to the gods for that day.â
âAnd we will write,â Bernum said.
Malkia chuckled.
They turned to the stairwell.
Dennik climbed up the stairs again at that moment. He was going slower than before, as if weighing his feet carefully on each step. His eyes stared blankly in front of him, or rather at his opened hand, his fingers flexing with the palm up. He then looked to Bernum and Malkia with their father. Dennikâs eyes were brimming with tears. He hopped up the last step, looking ready to throw himself of them for the last hug. But when his other foot
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