Page 15 of Ellie and the Prince
“Tor, walk to the ski boat, push it into the water, and ride with the lifeguard to the docks. Once you get there, people will tell you what to do next.”
His chin lowered. For a moment Ellie feared he was fighting her, that she might have to use stronger magic to keep him under control. But then his shoulders drooped, and he walked slowly out of the water and up the beach. Ellie climbed off her scooter, hauled it above the water line, and followed him. She had to be certain her control held long enough to get him off the island. The sirens might start singing again at any moment.
But he made it back to the boat without incident. Never once looking at any of the girls, he pushed the ski boat back into the water.
“Thank you,” Kerry Jo said in her cheery way. “We couldn’t budge the thing without you.”
He slightly ducked his head but still didn’t make eye contact. Maybe the siren spell was still on him? Ellie wondered. Her own spell shouldn’t make him depressed. “Climb aboard,” she ordered. “Kerry Jo will drive the boat now.” Again he obeyed without a word or glance. Once seated in the back of the boat, he leaned forward with his head in his hands, his shoulders slumped.
The three girls exchanged looks. “Will you be all right?” Jeralee asked Kerry Jo, who shook back her hair and grinned.
“We’ll be fine, me and Fish Man. You take good care of my scooter.” She started the boat, backed it with expert skill, and carefully threaded her way between the rocks that dotted the small bay. Jeralee followed in her wake.
Ellie looked at the pristine tropical island around her and paused. Despite its beauty, something about the place sent a chill down her spine, as if hidden eyes watched her and disapproved. She deliberately turned and walked up the slope of sun-warmed white sand. A breeze brushed her face, and the nearest palm trees waved ever so slightly. Her steps sped up, and then she was sprinting back to her scooter. It started at her first try, and she gunned the engine. Once out of the lagoon, she glanced back, half expecting to see something watch her departure. The lagoon was peaceful, idyllic. The small beach was empty. Nevertheless, Ellie shuddered. The sirens’ island wasn’t evil, but neither was it friendly.
She drove around the south end of the island, near the flat-topped rock where the sirens usually sat to preen and sing. It was empty. Had Tor’s landing on their island frightened them away? She jetted away across the lake, eager to put distance between herself and the island.
As she approached the docks, she caught a flash of iridescent blue tail in the water. The little siren must have followed the boat carrying Tor. Could the strange magical being truly care for a human man?
Ellie didn’t know what might happen if a siren and a human fell in love, and she had no desire to find out. Maybe the Gamekeeper would know what to do. She needed to ask him the next time he came. She was beginning to think he needed to come soon.
The following morning at breakfast, Ellie and her friends received a summons to an emergency staff meeting. Only the human and dwarf staff members were required to attend, the brownies having no interest in such things. As entirely volunteer employees, they were free to come and go as they pleased. They never pleased to go, which worked for everyone. The hobgoblins were freeloaders, allowed to stay because it wasn’t worth the effort to send them away. Besides, Geraldo and his kin had lived at Faraway Castle for as long as anyone could remember, and no doubt much longer.
Staff meetings took place in the large lecture room next to the director’s office. The two entry doors were at the front of the room on either side of the lectern, and the rows of folding theater seats rose toward the back of the room, meaning that no one could arrive late or sneak out without being noticed by every person in the room. Madame Genevieve sat in her usual place in the front row, where she could observe and direct the proceedings.
Ellie was not at all surprised when the meeting turned out to be a discussion of the previous day’s events. Bence, the lake supervisor, gripped the lectern with both hands while he opened the meeting with a rundown of the situation. “We lost a rowboat to sirens last week, and now, not only was our most expensive boat taken out by two young men,” he said, “but safety standards seem to have been ignored. Where was the spotter? Our policy is no fewer than three people in a ski boat, at least two of them being responsible adults, and the driver a female.”
There was shuffling of feet and averted eyes among the staff, but no one spoke. Bence continued, “I understand that this week’s fine weather has greatly increased the number of guests at our lake, but safety must always come first. Our two patrollers were out on the lake, one at each end, but where were the lifeguards on shore?”
Ellie’s old friend Savannah raised her hand. “We must have been setting up for the children’s birthday party when those men took the boat. None of us saw them take it.”
Madame Genevieve suddenly rose and stepped forward, and Bence deferred to her. She took his place behind the lectern and scanned the crowd of summer workers with a grand air. “I first must inform you all that Lord Magnussen has been examined by our magical psychiatrist and found to be in good mental health. He was administered a palliative injection and will be under observation for the next few days. It need hardly be said that he is banned from the lake until further notice.”
It took Ellie a moment or two to realize that this Lord Magnussen person was Tor. What, exactly, was a palliative injection? Was it a placebo or a tranquilizer?
“It is unpardonable to suggest,” continued the director, “that a noble guest of the resort, let alone a royal guest, could be to blame for this catastrophe. If our staff members cannot take responsibility for their own actions and failures, they will not long be employed here. There were twelve people working at the lake yesterday; all of them will be fined a full day’s pay. Perhaps then we may avoid such oversights in future. And for a patroller to allow this guest to drive a ski boat all the way to the island and run it ashore—this is beyond the pale.”
She leveled her stern gaze at Ellie. “You. Miss Calmer, did you or did you not see the ski boat pass you with a man at its wheel?”
“I did,” Ellie said.
“At what point did you realize that the driver was a man?”
“The boat was approximately three hundred feet from the island.”
“Why did you not pursue it and prevent the driver from running it ashore? You had plenty of time to do so, from all accounts.”
“I was rescuing the skier, who had been knocked down by the lake monster,” Ellie said. “He seemed to be in the most imminent danger. I thought he might be unconscious or wounded.”
“The serpent has never harmed a human,” Madame said, her manicured fingernails tapping the edge of the lectern. “Yet you decided the guest in the water was at greater risk than the male guest driving a boat directly to the island?”
“I did,” Ellie answered firmly.
Madame looked satisfied, as if she had carried an important point. “You will remain here to fill out all paperwork regarding the accident and your actions. And when you are finished, you will work today at the riding stables, not the lake. This meeting is over.”
Her chin went up a notch, and she left the room.
A troubled buzz started as soon as the door closed behind her. Several of Ellie’s friends gave her commiserating glances as they moved toward the door, and Bence stopped beside her chair to assure her that she had done everything right.
