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Chapter 401: Winter in the Fjords

Sleeping Island sat in the Fjords sea.

The skyline had gone pale yellow by the time the last of the high-rise buildings was finally finished. No sun showed itself through the clouds, yet a thread of gold still lay across the water’s surface — refracted light, thin and oblique, the kind winter produces instead of warmth. The gusts confirmed what the light would not: autumn was over.

“And it’s done.” Lotus lifted her scarf until it covered her ears as well. “Once the furniture and beds are moved in, this will be our new home.”

“Fantastic!” Durat Kimshoe clapped with both hands. “That many houses in half a month. I thought Lady Tilly was exaggerating.”

“Lady Tilly doesn’t lie,” Breeze added.

“Indeed.” Durat stroked his thick double chin. “This settles it — I’m reassured about resettling my citizens here. Oh, what’s this?”

The merchant from Crescent Moon Bay crouched over the groove-shaped parapet built into the wall. He pressed his head into the opening for a better look.

“It’s a warming device from the Western Region,” Lotus said. “They call it a heated brick bed. It connects to the kitchen hearth — when you light the fire to cook, the heat travels through and warms the bed as well. Lay a wooden plank on top, cover it with linen or straw, and it serves as bench or bed both. Far more comfortable in this season than ordinary furniture.”

“Interesting design.” Durat straightened and looked squarely at Lotus. “What would it cost me to hire you permanently?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come work in Crescent Moon Bay. There are still wastelands in my territory that haven’t been developed — your abilities would prove invaluable.” He rubbed his hands together. “How many gold royals must I pay the Sleeping Spell for Lady Tilly to authorize you?”

“I’ve never thought of leaving—”

“Life there would be far better than here,” Durat cut in. “You’d live in my compound, eat fine wine and cuisine from all Four Kingdoms every day, and have attendants wherever you went. That’s the life most people only dream of, and I’m offering it to you in exchange for work. Lady Tilly herself said the Sleeping Spell’s requests must be fulfilled, and I can meet any recruitment fee you name.”

Lotus frowned. She recognized this kind of talk. He said hire but meant purchase. She was about to answer him plainly when Breeze laid a gentle hand on her arm. “Even though requests must be fulfilled,” Breeze said, “that doesn’t mean every request will be accepted. There are things even witches cannot do. And all parties must agree before any arrangement is made.”

“You’re saying money alone isn’t sufficient?” Durat’s expression darkened. “Was everything said about the Sleeping Island mere theater? No one will take you seriously if business can’t be done this way.”

“I doubt that,” said a voice from behind him.

The merchant turned — and recoiled.

“Y— Your Highness Thunder!”

“I helped draft the Sleeping Spell’s regulations.” Thunder’s voice was clear and unhurried. “Before any contract is signed, the employee’s consent is required, and tasks carrying serious risk cannot be forced.” He laughed. “Do you have a problem with this?”

“No — this is entirely reasonable.” Durat’s expression smoothed itself into something closer to neutral. “Then I’ll have to continue troubling you in future, Miss Lotus.”

She watched the merchant and his entourage leave and let out a long breath. “Thank you.”

“I was only passing through.” Thunder’s eyes were already bright with something else entirely. “Didn’t you go with Lady Tilly to the Western Region?”

“I came back early with Honey and Breeze. Sleeping Island needed to prepare for winter.” She gave him the short version. “Did you complete your expedition?”

“Ha! Yes — an incredible trip, unimaginable.” The restlessness in him that had been suppressed by courtesy suddenly surfaced. “This was the first time I witnessed two distinct sea levels occurring simultaneously. Our ship seemed to fly. We didn’t fall when we advanced past the cliffs formed by the water. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would have called the man a liar who told me such a thing was possible.”

“Different sea levels?” Lotus murmured. “How? Sea water isn’t rock. Wouldn’t it flow down?”

“I’ve named it the Sealine. It lies to the northeast of the Shadow Islands. When you reach the top of the cliff, a long straight line appears that you cannot see the end of, dividing the sea into two distinct sections.” He pressed a hand to his chest. “I can’t wait to go further next time!”

The most celebrated explorer in the Fjords, and the first thing he mentioned on his return was not his daughter far away in the Western Region but the water. Lotus watched him talk and shook her head quietly.


Before darkness fell and the temperature dropped past bearing, Lotus had already climbed into the heated brick bed — the day’s best moment, and she had earned it. For more than a month she had built new houses and renovated the creaking ones belonging to other witches, and now the reward was to crowd into the warmth with everyone else and talk until her voice went soft.

The conversation wandered everywhere. It found the Bird Beak Mushrooms eventually, and lingered.

She described how she prepared them: butter in the pan, mushrooms turned until golden on both sides, a pinch of salt at the end. Simple as that.

“Mmm.” Shadow groaned. “After a month of dried fish on the ship, I can still taste the salt. I’d give anything.”

“If only I were the one Lady Tilly’s brother had invited,” Molly said wistfully.

“You haven’t even heard the best part.” Someone giggled from the dark. “In Border Town, water comes straight out of the wall in the showers. The scented soap leaves you smelling wonderful for hours.”

“Is that real?” Shadow asked.

“Of course. I even brought one back.” Lotus smiled in the darkness. “It’s gone now.”

“Don’t remind me,” Breeze said, mournful. “I followed Lady Tilly and then turned straight back to bring these girls home. I didn’t get to enjoy anything.”

The voices ran together, overlapping, warm. Lotus lay listening, and a thought came to her she hadn’t invited.

If it were His Highness Roland who wanted to hire her permanently — would she have refused?

She turned it over for a moment. The answer arrived without hesitation and embarrassed her thoroughly.

She pulled the quilt up and glanced left and right. The lamp was out, at least. No one could see her face.

But when would Lady Tilly finally accept him?

She pressed the cloth to her chest. If only they could stay together — truly together, all of them. Then it would be good for her and for every witch she knew. They could all live well in Border Town, for as long as any of them could imagine wanting to.

She tucked herself in and held the thought the way she held the cloth: carefully, against her heart, in the dark.

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