know (though Iâm not so sure I believed him), I yelped, âBut I donât want any support!â Who did these people think I wanted support against? Another of copper? Whoever that person was, they could have the job. I did not want it. The silverkin freaked at my outburst, but I calmed them downâ¦again. After we had opened the bazillionth package, I left Shep and his flock to sort out the gifts on their own. As for me, I continued on my quest for breakfast. This âsupport the rulerâ fiasco wasnât going to get resolved any time soon, at least not before I talked to Micah, and I had other fish to fry. Before I got to the kitchens, I found Sadie in the parlor, sipping something warm from a delicate silver cup.
âHow do the silverkin manage espresso?â she murmured. I pictured the manorâs rustic kitchen with its large, open ovens and well-worn surfaces, and had to admit that I hadnât the foggiest. âAnd the foamed milk?â
âMagic?â I offered with a shrug. I took a seat beside her and was promptly presented with my own frothy concoction. Really, I didnât care what steps were necessary to create cappuccinos in a medieval kitchen, so long as those steps worked.
âAnd the muffins,â Sadie continued, now enamored of a basket of baked goods that had appeared alongside my cappuccino. Maybe the silverkin were really angels, sent to earth in order to watch over dry throats and empty bellies. âI never knew something this bready could be so delicious.â
I laughed and recalled that Sadie had spent her last few years subsisting on school food, which was little more than cardboard compared to what I had been getting from the Promenade Market and Momâs garden, and had likely forgotten what real food tasted like. It was amazing that she had been able to complete two-thirds of her masterâs degree while eating only government rations.
Sadie and I sat together for a while, sipping our drinks and talking about nothing, before I got up enough courage to ask, âWant to come to the village with me?â
âIââ she began, then she clamped her mouth shut. She knew that I knew she didnât have anything better to do. âWhat for?â
âI need to hit the apothecary.â
âFor what? To replenish your cauldron?â
âSomething like that.â She pursed her lips and turned away. âListen, I know itâs freaky out there, but you have to get used to it. It looks like weâre going to be here a while, and youâre the Inheritor. The Metal Inheritor . You canât be seen as weak.â I left off the rest of my thought, that if Sadie was deemed incompetent, others of metal were likely to murder her, in the hopes that their own offspring would take her place. Her blanched face told me that she already knew that.
âJust the apothecary?â
âJust the apothecary.â I tossed back the rest of my cappuccino and stood, just as Shep appeared bearing our walking shoes. These silverkin do think of everything.
Whispering Dell, the village, was located at the opposite end of the valley from the Silverstrand manor. It was a short enough walk, though I hadnât planned on walking. Under Micahâs tutelage, Iâd gotten pretty good at traveling along the vein of silver that runs the length of the dell, just underneath the grassy surface. The vein was how Max and I had gotten to the village and back yesterday, but since Sadie had never traveled by leaping from metal to metal, I didnât even bring it up. I was just happy sheâd agreed to set foot outside the manor.
Gods, but I missed my car.
Still, it was a lovely day and a lovely walk. Iâd worried that Sadie would invent reasons to run back to the manor, such as a possibility of rain or a woodland creature looking her way in a menacing fashion, but she seemed to enjoy being out in the fresh air as much as I did. If only I
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