Chapter 4
“How breathtaking,” Alden said.
The lanterns around the space flickered slowly back to life. Murmurs and rustles of fabric floated around the tent, as though no one was quite ready to admit the evening had ended.
“How did they do it?” Maggie whispered.
“Magic,” Alden said. “The Compère asked the Siren for everything he needed for the evening.”
“But to ask the Siren for a tent this big, and a shadow cat, and to light people on fire and have them not be hurt?” Maggie’s hands tingled at the mere thought of losing that much magic. “How did he start off with enough to pay for all this?”
“No idea.”
The shimmer around the trolls disappeared. As if it had been rehearsed as part of the performance, those on the open spectator stands stood and surged for the exit.
“Shall we?” Alden
