CHAPTER 16

As I gaze through Time, gentle reader, I can watch my mother living her life. I've done that for a long, long time. Ever since I first discovered that I could manipulate the temporal dimensions in this way. Given this ability, you might expect me to watch the major events for which she is renowned: her roles in the Fall of Kullos, establishing the Guardianship, battling demons, defeating an Angel. But often, I get the greatest joy from her, shall we say, less than stellar moments. They make me feel better about my own mistakes, mishaps and misunderstandings. Perhaps my favourite of these is the story of 'The Cat Who Smelled of Horse.' 

Catriona immediately rushed over to give the delivery boy a helping hand. "Hi," she said, "I'd shake your hand, but you don't seem to have one free. If I can take some of that stuff for you, then you will." "Oh, thanks a lot, miss…?" he replied, handing out some of the bags. "I'm Catriona," she said, shaking his now free hand, "but you can call me Cat because we're friends now." "Jacob," he said, returning the handshake, "and that's Bonnie," he added, indicating his horse. "So, Cat, what brings you out here? I've never seen anybody visit old Renjaf before. Are you a relative?" "Oh no," she said. "I'm just helping out, you know, tidying up the grounds and making sure your deliveries get through." Jacob looked around in amazement. "Is all this you?" She nodded. "Yep, all me. Been busy." "I can see that. Well, you've certainly made my job easier, so thanks for that." "No problem, it's a public service." "I'm sure the old guy will appreciate it." "You'd think so, wouldn't you?" Cat agreed. "So, if I were to ask him for one teeny, tiny little thing in return, like, say, I don't know, just for instance, a book. That would be perfectly reasonable, right?" "A book?" "I'll explain later," she said. "For now, let's just deliver these groceries!" She gave him an enthusiastic punch on the shoulder and regretted it instantly when he looked at her strangely. They had reached the door by now and, trying to cover her embarrassment, she cleared her throat and asked, "Do you want to knock or shall I?" Jacob did it himself. "How does this work?" Cat asked. "We go inside and drop all this off in his kitchen, or something?" Jacob laughed, "No, I leave it just inside the door." That wasn't as good as Cat had hoped, but still, it was inside the tower, which was closer than she had been so far. When the moment came, however, the wizard only let Jacob inside, using his magic to keep Catriona on the doorstep while snatching the bags from her hand. Doing her best to seize the moment, she said, "Jacob here was just saying he thought I'd done a good job with your grounds, Mr Renjaf, and he thought it would be pretty reasonable if you were to give me that book I wanted, in return." "Well, I didn't exactly—" Jacob began, but Cat shushed him to cut him off. "So, what do you say? Deal?" Renjaf's response, gentle reader, was something rude and offensive that I see no need to write here. Suffice to say, as Jacob stepped back outside and began to head back down the path, Catriona was left once again staring at the door, frustrated, hands on hips. Not one to give up, though, a new approach formulated in her mind. After all, there was clearly at least one person who was allowed inside Renjaf's door. If she could just get where Jacob had been a moment ago, she would need only a moment longer to get what she wanted. "So, Mr Renjaf," she muttered to herself, quietly, "I don't look like your usual delivery boy, eh? Well, I'll just have to see what I can do about that." Calling out to the delivery boy, she asked, "Jacob, where are you off to now?" "Back to Compton," he replied. "Great! Any chance of a lift?" "Sure," he shrugged. "No problem." "Excellent, thanks," she said, linking arms with Jacob as they walked back down the path. Jacob seemed surprised but didn't object. "So, tell me about yourself: do you come this way often…" During the ride back to the town, Catriona flirted shamelessly with Jacob, learning everything she needed to know to pull off her plan. Studying his face, his body, his voice, committing it all to memory. She found out that Renjaf's deliveries mostly ran to a specific schedule, and so Jacob would be out that way again in just a few days. Catriona got him to agree to her joining him, on the pretext of her doing more work on the grounds in hopes of gaining Renjaf's favour. Of course, she didn't really need any help getting out there, her falcon form being much quicker than any horse, but he didn't need to know that. That's how Catriona got there over the next few days, to work on the grounds some more. She brought Renjaf bottles of wine, chocolates, pastries from the bakery, anything she could think of to persuade him to change his mind, but nothing moved him, so her plan went ahead.