She was determined to ruin my righteous indignation. “What time is it now?” I asked a bit sheepishly.
“Midday.” Her raised eyebrow and pursed lips informed me that she thought noon was entirely too late to be waking.
“Noon?” My earlier resolve to not be embarrassed deserted me. “I’m sorry Penny. Look I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, would you mind leaving so I can get dressed?” I glanced over at the dressing table. The night before, scratch that, the morning before I had gotten into an epic struggle escaping the devilish clutches of the doublet. It appeared she had sorted out the tangled mess I had victoriously left at the foot of the bed.
“You’re going to need my help, but I’ll wait over here till you’ve got your hose and shirt on.” She turned her back to me and faced the dressing table, so I got busy putting on the clothes I could safely manage. Too late I remembered that the dressing table had a large mirror on it, looking over my shoulder I could see her surreptitiously watching me in it. I’m not sure why, but I kept my mouth shut and finished dressing, probably I’d had enough of embarrassing conversations. I made sure to tuck my shirt in this time.
Minutes later she was helping me to lace up the doublet. Despite our prior experience I still found her closeness unsettling. I remembered Marc’s admission regarding his lack of virginity and I couldn’t help but wonder. Could it have been Penny? I kept my idiot mouth closed this time. The thought bothered me anyway.
“What kept you up all night?” The words startled me, coming as they did from right next to my ear. I’m going to have to get Benchley to help me dress tomorrow. I thought to myself. Benchley was the valet that assisted Marc with his own wardrobe. Shutting my eyes for a moment I organized my thoughts.
“Pardon?” Sometimes my cleverness amazes even me.
“Don’t,” she answered.
“Don’t what?” Having settled on the ‘dumb’ defense I figured I’d keep going.
She finished up the laces and stepped away, eyeing my clothes critically. “Keep shutting me out Mort and you’ll regret it one day.”
I decided that I might still have a chance with feigning ignorance, “Honestly Penny I don’t know what you’re referring to, you heard Marcus, we stayed up late drinking and I had more than might be wise…” I never got to finish, her hand caught me with a stinging slap that left my cheek tingling and turned my head half way around.
“Goddammit Mordecai! I’ll put up with a lot, but don’t stand there and lie to my face! You tell Marc and Dorian everything but you can’t be bothered to trust me! Why? Is it the tits?” She was gesticulating wildly and she punctuated this remark by lifting the anatomy in question. “You think I’m some empty headed girl you can’t be bothered to trust?”
I was backpedalling quickly, caught completely off-guard by the unbridled fury in her voice. “No of course not Penny! I trust you, I mean we grew up together, you being a woman has nothing to do with this. We’ve always been close friends if…”
“Close!?” she interrupted. “That’s why you went out of your way to visit whenever you came to town the past two years? That’s why you knew my Ma died last year of the consumption? That’s why you knew Da wasn’t able to work anymore and that I had taken a job here? You came to see Dorian. You made countless trips to talk to Marcus! I just wasn’t good enough to bother talking to?” The scope of our conversation had grown to encompass a lot more than my secret research. In truth I had avoided Penny the last couple of years, mostly because things had gotten increasingly awkward with the onset of puberty. She had changed in ways that set us apart, and as she blossomed she had only gotten more popular with the men in town. I had never liked competition and truthfully she was way out of my league.
“Did you think maybe I didn’t need a friend too?” She was winding down now and I could see tears in her eyes.
“Penny I’m sorry, you’re right,” our conversations were developing a definite pattern, “I figured you had plenty of friends. Every boy in town has been trying to court you, surely…”
“I didn’t need suitors, I needed a friend.” She looked directly at me as she said this, and for a moment I wanted to hold her. Stupid! She tells you she needs a friend and the first thing you think of is making a pass at her. Being born male truly is a curse sometimes.
“Fair enough, I agree with you. If I were you I’d be somewhere else, I obviously don’t merit your friendship, so why are you here Penelope?” She was right, but I was tired of arguing. I couldn’t possibly apologize for not being there for her during her hardships. Besides she’d probably be better off if she stopped worrying about me.
“Asshole! I’m here because you’re the only true friend I have! And don’t think you’re going to run me out of here like that; we’re friends until I say we’re not! Even if I have to beat you into telling me what’s going on with you!”
I gave up. “What do you want to know?”
She looked at me suspiciously, “No tricks, I already know more than you think so you’d better be honest.”
“Deal.”
“Why were you in the library last night?” That surprised me, she obviously didn’t miss much.
“How did you know that?” I asked.
“You weren’t drinking, and I found two strange books in the reading desk. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were in league with dark gods, the stuff in one of those books looked suspicious.” Remind me never to underestimate women. “Now stop dissembling and tell me what you’ve been whispering about with Marc and Dorian.”
“I doubt you’d believe it. Maybe it would be better if I showed you,” I replied. “Go close the curtains; this will be easier to see if it’s darker.” To her credit she didn’t ask any questions although she did look at me oddly as she pulled the drapes shut. “Come sit on the bed with me, this will take me a moment.”
“I saw that earlier if that’s what you want to show me,” she said sarcastically.
“Just hush for a second and let me concentrate.” I had read through the first few days of Vestrius’ apprenticeship last night and although I hadn’t studied the Lycian vocabulary yet, his journal included the first few words he had learned, and their application. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my mind. I held up my hand and cupped my palm. “Lyet” I vocalized and focused on the empty air in my hand. A warm glow formed there, dim but visible, rather disappointing. “Lyet!” I said again, putting more force into it. The light flared becoming a brilliant incandescent ball too bright to look at. I closed my eyes but the glare was strong enough to show through my eyelids. Penny’s response was more interesting.
“Shit!” She leapt backwards across the bed and fell over onto the floor on the other side. That made twice she’d landed on her backside in less than an hour. I left the ball of light hovering there in the air and moved to help her up. Truth be told I hadn’t figured out how to move it yet, I’d had enough trouble working out how to turn it off last night when I tried it the first time.
Everything looked strange in the harsh white light, it cast shadows that made her face seem strange. The worst part was the fear I saw in her eyes. I could only imagine what I must look like in the glare. “Now you see why I had such trouble telling you?” I tried to smile, to put a familiar face on, to reassure her, but that only made it worse. She was backing away, edging toward the door.
“Wait Penny, this isn’t as bad as you think. Here, let me put out this light, then I’ll try and explain better.” I gestured at the light, “Haseth” The light went out abruptly plunging the room into relative darkness since our eyes were still accustomed to the glare.
I heard her give out a yelp and then there was a loud thump. That would be the divan I’ll wager. There was a loud knock and the door flew open.
Marc stomped into the room, “Alright you slugabed, its high time you got up! If you sleep any longer… huh?” Penny ducked past him and ran from the room. My eyes were finally adjusting to the dimmer light and I could see Marc staring at me from the doorway. I’ll be the first to admit things didn’t look good. The bed was a complete mess, with blankets still on the floor. The divan had flipped over onto its side. I knew it was the divan, I thought to myself.