This next spell is a bit more involved, I’m afraid.” He was laying out the rest of the stuff I’d bought for him, the powders and the uman flower. “I’ll be stepping out of myself for some time. I have questions that need answering.” A long pause, like he expected me to say something. “You really don’t have to stay. It’s . . . Well, I’m doing something very rare, full ack’mora—I wouldn’t expect . . .” He straightened up, ran one hand through his tangled-up hair. “Though I ask that you stay in the hotel. My . . . oath. I’m not sure what would happen to me if you got caught up in danger while I’m away.”
All that talking, and the only thing I could say in response was, “Away?”
He nodded.
“The Mists?”
“Curses, no.” He shook his head. “We call it Kajjil—there’s no translation.”
“But it’s a place?”
He stopped messing with the powder vials on the bed and looked me hard in the eye. “I’m not allowed to discuss it with outsiders,” he said, and I understood that well enough, being a daughter of the Pirates’ Confederation and all.
I used the language of pirates to tell him I understood, which was a joke, because I knew there wasn’t no way for him to know what it meant. But he kind of half smiled at me, not with his mouth but with the skin around his eyes, and got to work.
This one was a lot weirder to watch, ’cause it wasn’t nothing like the bits of magic I’d dabbled in before. Most of it centered on the uman flower. He spent a while mixing up pinches and shakes of the powders I’d brought him in some big clay bowl that looked like it’d come from the inn’s kitchen. Then he set the uman flower on the floor and cast a big circle around it with the powders. The knife came out again, only this time he cut along one of the tattoos on his arm, and he splashed the blood onto the circle, right on the flower like we weren’t in an inn.
He said some words and then he sung some words and then he stepped inside the circle, and everything got real screwy.
The room fell dark, first off, even though the lamp was still flickering over in the corner. It just didn’t cast no light. Neither did Naji’s tattoos, which had taken to glowing as well. It was like the darkness was so thick it swall