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  CHAPTER 4

  Sam Junior

  The Family Homes

  THE HOMES BRAYSON PROVIDED the family were a luxurious combination of natural colors, throw rugs, and magical lamps that had been placed throughout each structure. The furniture was elegant, and to George’s surprise, Lasidious had done a thorough job of describing his tastes. The wood looked as if it had been stained, something he had not seen since his arrival, but was just another fascinating use of magic. Compared to Grayham, the class and style of living on Luvelles was a massive step up, and just like Kebble’s Kettle, all the family’s homes were alive.

  “... He left the rat on Grayham!” Athena shouted as she bounded down the stairs toward Susanne’s food closet in hopes of finding something to settle Garrin. When she opened the door, she was blasted by a burst of cold air. Many frozen items had been stacked on hardwood shelves.

  Athena shut the door. “Brrrr.” She shouted up the stairs, “I have not asked George about Maldwin lately! I don’t even know if we’ll ever see the rat again! Is there another food closet in this house?”

  “Not that I know of!” Susanne’s voice echoed. “Mother said her food closet changes! She was excited about it, but changed the subject when she went upstairs to put on another dress!”

  “What do you mean, it changes?”

  “I don’t know! I didn’t get into it with her! Garrin started to cry and needed to be changed! I swear, this child must be full to the top of his head! It’s like he never stops gareshing!”

  “You don’t have to be so foul,” Athena responded as Susanne walked into the room. “You’re starting to sound like George. I swear that man rubs off on everybody.” Athena grabbed the handle of the closet door and opened it. The frozen food was gone, and the temperature had changed. Now she saw grains, rice, and other nonperishable items. She shut the door.

  “This isn’t normal,” she muttered to herself. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to magic. I wonder what else is in here?”

  Again, Athena opened the door and peeked in. Through the crack, she could feel the temperature had dropped, but it was not cold enough to freeze anything. Now there were bergan eggs, vestle chick eggs, corgan milk, greggled hash, hogswayne (fatback), and many forms of fruit and vegetables. “Susanne, you’ve got to see this. Your food closet is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Go check out the washroom. Say the word ‘illuminate.’ The whole thing fills with light, just like it did at Kebble’s inn. I never get tired of that. There’s also a platform near the front door that teleports you upstairs. And mother says the beds make themselves.”

  “The beds make themselves? How?”

  “How am I supposed to know? Magic, I guess.”

  “I hope our clothes will do the same.”

  “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

  The sun warmed the front porch of George’s new home. The smell of the rain lingered as George shook his finger. “Damn it, Payne, you need to listen! If you’re going to be my goswig, you’ve got to pay attention. That’s all I need you to do.”

  “George pick on Payne.”

  Kepler rolled his eyes. “No one’s picking on you, Freak. Shut up, and do what you’re told. You’re supposed to call him, Master.” Kepler glared at George. His eyes flashed. “We’ve become jesters, not territorial forces. We’ve digressed since the freak’s arrival.”

  Before George could say anything, Payne disappeared.

  “Where did he go?” Kepler questioned, scanning.

  “Hell if I know,” the mage shrugged.

  Suddenly, the giant jaguar cried out. Payne had reappeared, grabbed the tip of the undead cat’s tail and bit. The look on Kepler’s face was classic. George laughed, despite the fairy-demon’s disregard for his former instructions.

  “Get this damn thing off me, George!”

  Payne released his bite and flew away, but Kepler was not finished. His massive paw swiped through the air, aiming at Payne’s head.

  “You missed! Kitty too slow! Too fat!”

  Kepler roared.

  Athena heard it from inside Susanne’s house.

  The jaguar began to chase Payne around the clearing at the center of the community of homes. Payne was enjoying the excitement, but Kepler was dead set on killing him. “Come here, you little freak!”

  “Try to catch Payne, Kitty!”

  “Be still so I can bash your head in!”

  Kepler was adjusting to the quick changes in Payne’s direction. His muscles rippled under his dark coat as he moved as fast as he could, but it was not fast enough.

  “We’ve got to go, guys!” George called out, but as hard as he was laughing, the words took a moment to form. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Dang it! We’ve got to get going!”

  Athena walked up behind George. “I think the whole family heard Kepler roar. The baby is crying again. What’s with those two?”

  “Payne bit his tail. Kepler’s pissed.”

  “I thought you were going to have a talk with them.”

  “I did, but I don’t think it sunk in. Kepler called Payne a freak and it was on. I swear to you, Kepler is going to kill him.”

  Athena shook her head. “I’m glad I’m not in your boots. I don’t think I’d have the patience to put up with them. You can’t let Kepler hurt Payne. He’s just a baby. How do you think you acted at three seasons?”

  “I know ... I know. I find this humorous, to tell you the truth, but I need to put a leash on Payne. I don’t understand what a goswig does, but I’m sure it’ll require better behavior than this. I’m going to need your help with him.”

  Nothing else could be said before Payne flew over and stopped next to the side of George’s new home. He taunted the jaguar as he waited in front of the stone-covered wall.

  “Come, Kitty! Come get Payne! Fat Kitty! Slow Kitty!”

  “Bad idea, Kep...!” George shouted, unable to finish his sentence before the jaguar launched. He watched as the giant cat stretched out, zeroing in on the fairy-demon’s position—ignoring the stone-covered wall beyond his target. Just before impact, Payne vanished. George scowled as Kepler smashed into the wall face first.

  “Oh, my! Go see if he’s okay, George!” Athena ordered, “Payne, you come over here ... right now! You will take a seat on the porch steps! Don’t you dare move a muscle! Do as I say! Right now!”

  George watched as Payne did as he was told. The little guy held his head low as he settled on the steps. Once the fairy-demon’s wings rested against his back, George turned to look at Kepler’s motionless form. “I think it’s a bad idea to walk up on a jaguar when his pride is hurt. I don’t think he wants to be asked if he’s okay.”

  Athena squeezed George’s arm. “But he’s not moving.”

  “I know. Let’s give him a bit.”

  After a moment, Payne began to antagonize Kepler from the steps. “La, la, la, Payne think Kitty won’t call Payne Freak no more!”

  George pointed. “Don’t say anything else.”

  “But—”

  “Not another word!”

  Slowly, George approached the giant cat. “Kep, you okay?”

  “ Ugggggh ... my head. I hate that freak.”

  “You scared me,” Athena said as she shoved past George. “Let me have a look at you.” She squatted near his jaw and used the bottom of her dress to wipe his nose. “You’ll be okay. You have a nasty cut, but it’s nothing some healing mud won’t fix. You’re going to look frightful for a few Peaks.”

  George studied the wall. “Kep, look at the huge dent you put in my house. I can see the outline of your face.”

  “Not funny, George. Do you see me laughing? I hate that little freak.”

  “I get it, I get it. You don’t like him.”

  “No! You don’t get it. He’s going to drive me insane. Take me back to Grayham if you’re going to allow him to stay. I could be lying in my pass without irritation. I could be dev
ouring people in peace.”

  George was caught off guard. He did not expect Kepler to react this way. He had a decision to make—it was either Payne or Kepler, and he needed to choose now. “I’ll tell Payne to go. Your friendship is more important to me than he is. Just give me a moment, okay?”

  “Fine. I’ll be inside with Athena.” The giant cat brushed past George, and then he strolled past Payne without a glance. After squeezing through the frame, the door of the home slammed behind him.

  Payne cringed.

  George took a knee beside the fairy-demon. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to say this. I don’t want you around any longer. I can’t afford to have a goswig that doesn’t listen. You need to leave.”

  “Payne no go. Payne be really, really, really gooder. I like here. Um, and … Athena gooder to Payne.”

  “I understand, little guy, but you don’t listen, and you’re creating problems. I’m sorry, but you have to go. Goodbye.” George shook his head and went inside with Athena.

  Payne stood on the steps and stared at the heavy wooden door. Tears began to flow from the corners of his eyes. An agonizing series of moments passed before he lowered his head and vanished.

  George and Kepler appeared in Brayson’s office a little while later. The left side of Kepler’s head was swollen. The brown healing mud Athena had administered stuck out like a sore thumb on his thick, black fur.

  “What happened to you?” Brayson asked as he stood from his desk. He closed a large, heavily bound book and walked across the room.

  Kepler responded with a grunt and moved to a comfortable spot to lie down.

  “A wall hit him,” George responded.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a long story.”

  “Where’s Payne?”

  “I told him to go home. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

  Brayson sighed. “Too bad. I’m not surprised you couldn’t handle him. He could’ve been an asset to your growth. He could’ve been the strongest goswig on Luvelles. If you’re unable to control him, it’s best you found out now.”

  George rolled his eyes. “I could’ve handled him. The problem isn’t me. It’s the relationship between Payne and Kepler. I was put in a position of choosing, so I chose the one I knew I could count on.”

  Brayson thought a moment as he looked out the window to the land below. “Loyalty is important. But if you’re able to handle Payne, then Kepler needs to try harder. As I said, the fairy-demon could be useful.”

  Kepler snarled. “I can’t stand the freak. I won’t travel with him.”

  Brayson smiled. “When you met George, did you like him at first?”

  “No, but he was easier to stomach.”

  Brayson nodded in a fatherly manner. “I’m sure he was, but look at you now. Your relationship has grown, and two friends have appeared before me, choosing each other’s friendship over any other. If you take the moments necessary, perhaps, just perhaps, you could find a similar relationship with Payne.”

  “I doubt it,” Kepler sneered.

  The Head Master moved to the jaguar to look closely at his face. Kepler winced as Brayson touched a sore spot, and then the Head Master went to a bookcase at the center of the room. He removed a small vial. Opening the lid, he motioned for the cat to open his mouth. He poured a drop of the potion under Kepler’s massive tongue. It was only a short series of moments before the swelling began to reduce.

  Brayson watched as the last cut on the jaguar’s face mended. “I trust that feels better?”

  “Yes ... much. Thank you.”

  George spread Kepler’s fur to study the cat’s skin. “There’s no scar. I’ve never seen anything like it. He healed in a matter of moments. How’s that possible?”

  Master Id handed George a different vial. “The healers in Floren are the best at what they do. You’ll find no stronger magical cures than what they possess. If you have a pulse, they can fix you. I want you to keep this vial with you. It’s not as powerful as what I’ve given Kepler, but it will do the job. It will take longer for its effects to work. The vial I possess is rare and I don’t wish to part with it. You’ll need something to keep Kepler healthy. You’ll need it, because I’m not going to allow you to abandon Payne.”

  “What?” Kepler growled. “I said I won’t travel with that freak.”

  Brayson looked Kepler in the eyes and moved within a hand of the deadly beast’s snout. He spoke with authority. “You’re going to find a way to get along with Payne. This conversation is over, and the matter is settled.”

  Kepler tried to object, but found his ability to argue had been stripped. The giant cat could only watch as Brayson waved his hand across one of the windows. “Seek Payne,” he commanded. A moment later, the window zoomed in on the fairy-demon’s position. He was sitting on top of George’s house, waiting for the mage to come out. “George, take a look.”

  George moved to the window. “I can’t believe it. Kep, come look at this. The little bastard hasn’t left.”

  Brayson waved his hand to release his magic, allowing the cat to speak. “So what? Just give him enough moments. He’ll go away. That’s what freaks do.”

  Brayson moved across the room and took a seat behind his desk. After putting his feet up, he looked at Kepler. “You need to change your attitude. You’re not getting out of this. You’re going to learn to work together.”

  Kepler snorted his disdain. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting your ears ripped off. He hasn’t taken a bite out of your tail, which, by the way, I could use another drop of that potion.”

  Brayson stood to administer the elixir. It was not long before Kepler’s tail mended. “George, I want you to leave Kepler with me. Go home and allow Payne back in your good graces.”

  George looked at the demon-cat and then shrugged as if he had no say in the matter. “Okay ... but he might not be willing to come with me.”

  Brayson looked out the window and waved his hand. Payne’s face came into focus. “Look at him. I’m sure he’d like another chance. He has lived alone for the last season of his life. He’s young. You need to be a mentor. Kepler will adjust.”

  Again, Kepler growled, “And if I refuse?” The cat lowered to the floor with a smug look on his face.

  Brayson moved to stand beside the jaguar. He pulled back the top of the demon’s ear and whispered into its opening. “I have not given you that option. I’m sure we understand one another.”

  Kepler did not answer. Instead, he rolled over and closed his eyes.

  George was impressed at how Brayson handled the situation. He was also glad he could explore the use of Payne’s skills. The Head Master had given him the perfect scapegoat. When it came to having the fairy-demon around, he would be able to point the finger at Brayson whenever Payne pissed Kepler off. It was perfect.

  When George appeared outside his home, he bounded up the stairs.

  “George!” Payne shouted from the rooftop. “Um ... Payne mean, Master!”

  The mage ignored the fairy-demon’s call.

  Again, Payne shouted, “Master, Payne be gooder!”

  George pushed open the door and called out, “Babe, I’m home!” But before he could shut the door and take another step, the fairy-demon appeared in the foyer in front of him. The fairy-demon’s wings were flapping like a hummingbird as he hovered in place.

  “Payne, what are you doing here?” George demanded. “I thought I told you to get lost.”

  “Payne be gooder. Payne stay. Payne be bad no more.”

  “No you won’t. You ignored me when I asked you to get along with Kepler. How can I trust you?”

  “Payne be really, really, really, really, really gooder. Payne promise to be gooder. Payne be Master’s gooder goswig.”

  Athena walked up.

  George knew his wife had a soft spot for children. She also had the insight to help him mold Payne. Though the fairy-demon was not a normal child, Athena would treat him the way she wo
uld any other young one, and this meant giving Payne a second chance.

  “I thought you were meeting with Brayson. You missed me, didn’t you?” Athena joked as she pecked George on the cheek.

  “Always. I was at his office, but I had to come home.” George did not want Athena to quiz him further, so he redirected the conversation toward Payne. “He’s asking me to give him a second chance. Do you think I should?”

  “Oh, oh, oh ... Payne be so gooder, Master. Payne promise. Payne really, really, really be gooder. Athena to tell Master for Payne.”

  “Awww, honey, he’s sorry,” Athena sympathized. She turned to look at Payne. “Will you do as you’re told?”

  “Payne promise, promise, promise!” A big, sharp-toothed, innocent smile appeared across the fairy-demon’s face.

  George chuckled inside. He knew what his wife was going to say next, and he’d be able to use this as leverage to control Payne. All he needed to do was play out his role a little longer, and Payne would do everything he said—or so he hoped.

  Athena reached out, plucked the fairy-demon out of the air and pulled him into her arms. The fairy-demon stopped his wings from fluttering and allowed her to cradle him. “George, I want you to give him another chance.”

  The mage shook his head. “Uhhh, I don’t know, babe. I don’t think he’ll behave. Perhaps I should think about it for a while.”

  Payne looked to Athena for help. He nestled into her and gave his best forgive me look.

  Athena looked up at George and saw her husband wink. Now she understood what he was trying to accomplish. She raised her voice and barked out a command. “George Nailer, you will give Payne another chance, and I won’t hear another word about it!” She looked down at the fairy-demon. “And you’ll behave, or I’ll troblet your backside. Do the two of you understand me?”

  Payne lowered his head, not liking the scolding. “Okay ... ebbish nay.”

  George winked. “Yeah! Ebbish nay! Gosh, you’re so bossy.”

  The mage could not have been happier with Athena’s performance. He looked at Payne. “We better get going.” The mage touched the fairy-demon on the forehead, and they disappeared.