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"The maid. She was to bring my dinner. She seems a most congenial girl."
My cheeks flush. "And you have decided her character after knowing her but a day."
"Yes." he says, peeling the flesh from a precious orange, no doubt put there by the congenial Emily. I wonder if Kartik could ever think of me as an ordinary girl, someone to hope for, to long for, to consider "congenial."
"Have you any news about the Temple?" he says, without looking up.
"We visited a place today called the Forest of Lights,'' I tell him. "I met a creature called Philon. It did not know where to find the Temple, but it offered help."
"What sort of help?"
"Weapons."
Kartik's eyes narrow."It felt you would need them?"
"Yes. Philon gave us magic arrows. I'm useless with them, but Feli--Miss Worthington is rather skilled. She--" "What did it ask in return?" Kartik's stare is penetrating.
"A share of the magic when we find the Temple."
"You refused, of course." When I do not answer, Kartik tosses the orange onto his plate in disgust. "You made an alliance with creatures from the realms?"
"I didn't say that!"I snap. It isn't the truth, but it isn't a lie, either."If I'm not doing this to your liking, why don't you go?"
"You know we cannot enter the realms."
;Oh, you didn't, sir!"
"I did." Father is enjoying his audience. He jumps up to act out the rest like a pantomime. "He went for Robbins straightaway. I'd only an instant to act. Quiet as a church mouse, I pulled out my machete and sliced through the cobra just before he would have struck old Robbins and killed him."
The maid, a girl of about my age, gasps. Beneath the bit of soot on her nose, she's quite lovely.
"He was most delicious." Father sits with a satisfied smile. I am so happy to see him this way, I could listen to his stories all night.
"Oh, sir, that was thrilling. The adventures you've had/The cook hands a plate to the maid."Here. Take this to Mr. Kartik for me."
"Mr. Kartik?" I say, feeling as if I should faint.
"Yes," Father says, sopping up his relish. "Kartik. Our new coachman." "HI go, if you don't mind," I say, taking the plate from the rather disappointed- looking maid. "I should like to meet our Mr. Kartik."
Before anyone can object, I make my way to the mews, passing a charwoman covered in soot and a weary laundress, her hands pressed to her back. There are entire families living in the rooms above these stables. It is hard to imagine. The smell has me pressing my hand to my nose. Our carriage house is the fourth down on the right. A groom tends Father's two horses. Seeing me, the young boy removes his cap."Evenin', miss."
"I'm looking for Mr. Kartik," I say.
" 'E's over there, miss, by the carriage."
I go around the side of it and there he is, shining the already clean coach with a rag. He's been given a proper uniform-- trousers, shoes, a striped waistcoat, a fine shirt, and a hat. His curls have been oiled into obedience. He looks very much the gentleman. It quite takes my breath away.
I clear my throat. He turns and sees me, a wicked grin lighting up his face.
"How do you do?" I say quite formally for the benefit of the groom, who is spying on us this very instant.
Kartik catches on."Good evening, miss. Willie!" he calls out to the boy.
"Yes, Mr. Kartik?"
"Be a good lad and stretch Ginger's legs, will you?"
The boy leads the chestnut horse from the stable.
