sprites are rich no matter where you go. Thatâs why thereâs that saying, you know: donât arrive at a Southerlyâs with a full stomach; donât leave without one.â
At this news, Lottieâs stomach grumbled. She clutched it, embarrassed, but Fife grinned.
âIâve got a cure for that,â he said, and before Lottie had time to blink, Fife had shoved something in her hands.
âChocolate?â Lottie asked, enraptured.
Fife, who had taken a bite of the stuff before handing it to Lottie, coughed and swallowed.
âThank you,â said Lottie, biting off a piece of chocolate herself so that her reply sounded more like âHank wu.â
âGood, isnât it?â said Fife, finishing off his piece. âThatâs âcause itâs from the North. Though donât let on that I told you that, or youâd put me in a nasty way with the Southerly Guard.â
Lottie blinked. She hadnât understood half of what Fife had said, only that the Southerly Guard was, apparently, bad news.
âCâmon,â Fife said. âLetâs get out of this dirt.â
Lottie finished off her chocolate and, with Fifeâs help, got upâmore than up. Fife was floating again, and this time he floated the both of them right through an open window on the first floor of Iris Gate. He plunked Lottie down on a window seat and lighted his feet on a nearby stack of books.
They were in a library. The room was enormous. Rows and rows of tall bookcases stretched before Lottie, each one chock full of shelf upon shelf of books. It was a sight glorious enough to make her forget for a moment that she was alone there with a strange, floating boy.
Fife, however, appeared to be busy with something entirely unrelated to Lottie. He began to poke about shelves and race around the corners of the room so quickly that the sight of him became little more than a blur.
âWhatâre you doing?â she called.
âLooking for Ollie, of course,â said Fife. âHe and Ada are usually in here for their daily tutorial. Iâve come to thwart their scholastic pursuits!â
âScholastic pursuitsâ was what was going to get Lottie and Eliot out of Kemble School and into a good university, provided Eliot was well enough to go.
âI donât think you should sound so pleased with yourself about that,â said Lottie. âSchoolwork is important.â
âOh, donât tell
me
about the merits of schoolwork,â said Fife. âI want to be a healer myself, just like Mr. Wilfer. Heâs promised me that if I study hard and read diligently, heâll give me an assessment when Iâm sixteen. If he thinks Iâm good enough, then Iâll get to be his apprentice.â
Fife stopped his searching and hopped onto the window seat next to Lottie. âSorry if I scared you up there, by the way. The guest roomâs usually empty. I always sneak in through there because if Adelaide catches me coming in from the foyer . . .â Fife grabbed his neck with his hands and made a choking noise. âNow, thereâs a sprite thatâll spook you out of your skin.â
âSprite,â repeated Lottie. The word still sounded strange and tinselly in her ears. âCan all sprites do what you do?â
âDo what? This?â
Fife floated up a few inches from where they were sitting, fluttering his hands with dramatic flourish.
âYes, that.â
Fife smiled broadly.
âNo sprite can do that,â he said, returning to his seat. âJust folks like me.â
âBut if youâre not a spriteââ
âWho said I wasnât a sprite?â interrupted Fife, whom Lottie noticed was sticking his tongue out at her again.
âBut you just saidââ
Fife raised his eyebrows.
âOh, never mind,â said Lottie. âI only ask because Iâm not sure I even believe it.â
âBelieve