Trinner Traln and the round man were, of course waiting for her.
“Pixies,” she swore at both of them. “Pixie dust. What were you thinking?”
“What?” The rotund man stared at her. “There are pixies in that cave? And you didn’t bring any out?”
“What do I look like to you, man, an insane woman? Of course I didn’t bring a pixie out.”
“Do you know how much you can sell one of those for? Just one of them! And you’re coated with the dust, here-” he reached out towards her with a wide finger.
Raizel stepped back out of his reach. “No. No, the pixie curse will only get worse if you touch it. Let it be. It’ll wash off or-”
“Curse? What do they teach you up in the mountains, ignorant child?”
“You know what?” She pulled the chest back behind her and glared at the man. “This is mine by finder’s rights and nobody would argue with me. It cannot be yours Trinner Traln; you could not have put it there nor gotten it out, whatever lies you two spew. And thus if you are going to be rude to me, I am not going to help you. It is mine and I will take it.”
Both men spoke at once and reached for her, but something in her gaze – or the glow of the pixie dust, or the fact that the law was on her side – stopped them.
“Listen.” Raizel glared at both of them. “You. Trinner Traln. You want something out of here. You-”
“Esterzon Gorenz.” The round man was suddenly subdued. Good.
“-Esterzon Gorenz. You want something from here destroyed. I want my fifty sed. I want a place to sleep tonight, because I will not make it to the train station. And I want to know why a -” she could not speak of it. “-why the cave wanted me to look at something, laid a geasa on me to observe something.”
“…You were given a geasa?” Trinner Traln stared. “Get away from me. The Empire will control you now. They will see everything you see. They will know everything you know-”
He fell silent as Esterzon Gorenz slapped him across the mouth. “There was pixie dust, you fool. There is pixie dust on her. Not even in your wildest dreams of ridiculousness do pixies work for the Tzar. Now stop trying to scare her off. Give her her money so she will open the chest.”
Trinner Traln paused. “ – nobody has ever gotten the chest out of the cave. Nobody has lasted long enough to dig. They were scared off.”
Raizel stared at him. “What?”
Esterzon snarled. “You moron. You have made a deal with a woman -”
“Old enough to make the deal. You made a deal with a woman with no intention to follow through?”
“I’m telling you,” Trinner Traln complained, “I don’t have the money. I never had the money.”
“Fifty sed?” Esterzon Gorenz stared at Trinner is disbelief. “Fifty sed is pocket change. It is the cost of a sausage and a cheese!”
“If it’s so little money, you pay her!”
“And then I will.” Esterzon Gorenz dug into his pockets and pulled out a handful of copper and silver. “Ten, thirty-five, forty-five… it will be forty-five sed, girl, unless Trinner here can spare a five-piece copper.”
Raizel waited. She should take the forty-five, she knew, but she had been promised fifty, and that with no warning of fairy dust and geasa.
Trinner Traln muttered and whined and, with great ceremony, pulled out five tiny stone sed. “Here. Fifty sed.”
“I’ll be sure to claim it on my taxes,” Raizel lied, just to upset him. She stepped around the chest to the clasp. It wasn’t locked, just latched, so she grabbed it with both hands and pressed to open it.
Light flashed. Raizel swore. If the idiot rude-men had gotten her messed up with yet another pixie or fairy, she was going to curse them both to the deepest depths of Sarandzu, never mind their treasures and missives and miserly fifty sed.
She blinked until her vision cleared. There was no chest. There was no hill, no cave, not fat man, no grumpy paranoid Empire-fearer. There was nothing at all except whiteness and a thin figure all in grey and black.
“Sarandzu and the seven dead grooms of Fetiania,” Raizel swore, or tried to. Her mouth moved but there was no sound.
Nothing, that is, until the spectre in front of her opened its maw.
9 thoughts on “Five: Pixie Dust”
Oh dear. This could be chancy.
These men are idiots!
Yes! Yes they are!
Oh, Hell. Perhaps quite literally. Or death, seems more likely, whether or not temporary. Or slid into another world.
I have trust in the author that this strong, gutsy girl will make it safely through. I don’t know about the others, and I rather hope NOT for Trinner Traln!
Indeed, she’s fallen somewhere bad.
And she has to make it through! She’s the protagonist~~
That doesn’t necessarily obtain if you’re channeling George R.R. Martin.
I tried that one Camp Nano. Didn’t like it. 🙂
…if Trinner Traln was expecting her to run away, and didn’t have the money, why was he doing this? Just for the potential entertainment of watching yet another person bolt out of the cave? Or did he think he could grab the falcon and run?
That Trinner Traln thinks pixie dust puts Raizel in league with the crown says that he is well and truly around the twist. Also, that suggests one of three scenarios: the pixie took up residence later, he never put the box there in the first place (as Raizel seems to think), or he knew full well there was a pixie and was willing to have someone else deal with it with no warning.
Esterzon Gorenz’s reaction to the pixie — one, that pixies are valuable; two, that the dust itself might be of some use; and three, his scorn at the pixie dust being a curse — is in direct contradiction to Raizel’s. I wonder who is correct? Or do the pixies have it in for the mountain people (in Esterzon’s definition), or the Ennizabas in particular, and nobody else?
Well, she got paid at least. Whether she’ll see any use out of that money is a different question.
I was going to question the money: here, fifty sed is “the cost of a sausage and a cheese”, but earlier (in chapter two), Raizel thinks of it as “enough to stay in an inn one night — not a good inn, but an inn — or three or four nights in a hostel”. But having found http://medieval.ucdavis.edu/120D/Money.html, perhaps those being equivalent is entirely reasonable.
Trinner Traln… well, I think he had to keep going and keep going, however it worked out.
As for a sed, Esterzon Gorenz is underestimating a little bit, Raizel might be overestimating a little bit, and Trinner Traln just doesn’t have any money. 🙂