The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern [5]
“This gentleman is not just anyone,” Hector replies with a laugh.
“You said no exceptions,” Celia protests.
Her father’s smile fades. He takes her by the shoulders and looks her sternly in the eye.
“This is a very special case,” he says. “Please show this man what you can do, just like in your lessons.” He pushes her toward the table with the watch.
The girl nods gravely and shifts her attention to the watch, her hands clasped behind her back.
After a moment, the watch begins to rotate slowly, turning in circles on the surface of the table, trailing its chain behind in a spiral.
Then the watch lifts from the table, floating into the air and hovering as though it were suspended in water.
Hector looks to the man in the grey suit for a reaction.
“Impressive,” the man says. “But quite basic.”
Celia’s brow furrows over her dark eyes and the watch shatters, gears spilling out into the air.
“Celia,” her father says.
She blushes at the sharpness of his tone and mumbles an apology. The gears float back to the watch, settling into place until the watch is complete again, hands ticking the seconds forward as though nothing had happened.
“Now that is a bit more impressive,” the man in the grey suit admits. “But she has a temper.”
“She’s young,” Hector says, patting the top of Celia’s head and ignoring her frown. “This is with not even a year of study, by the time she’s grown she will be incomparable.”
“I could take any child off the street and teach them as much. Incomparable is a matter of your personal opinion, and easily disproved.”
“Ha!” Hector exclaims. “Then you are willing to play.”
The man in the grey suit hesitates only a moment before he nods.
“Something a bit more complex than last time, and yes, I may be interested,” he says. “Possibly.”
“Of course it will be more complex!” Hector says. “I have a natural talent to play with. I’m not wagering that for anything simple.”
“Natural talent is a questionable phenomenon. Inclination perhaps, but innate ability is extremely rare.”
“She’s my own child, of course she has innate ability.”
“You admit she has had lessons,” the man in the grey suit says. “How can you be certain?”
“Celia, when did you start your lessons?” Hector asks, without looking at her.
“March,” she answers.
“What year, dearest?” Hector adds.
“This year,” she says, as though this is a particularly stupid question.
“Eight months of lessons,” Hector clarifies. “At barely six years of age. If I recall correctly, you sometimes start your own students a bit younger than that. Celia is clearly more advanced than she would be if she did not have natural ability. She could levitate that watch on her first try.”
The man in the grey suit turns his attention to Celia.
“You broke that by accident, did you not?” he asks, nodding at the watch sitting on the table.
Celia frowns and gives him the tiniest of nods.
“She has remarkable control for one so young,” he remarks to Hector. “But such a temper is always an unfortunate variable. It can lead to impulsive behavior.”
“She’ll either grow out of it or learn to control it. It’s a minor issue.”
The man in the grey suit keeps his eyes on the girl, but addresses Hector when he speaks. To Celia’s ears, the sounds no longer resolve into words, and she frowns as her father’s responses take on the same muddled quality.
“You would wager your own child?”
“She won’t lose,” Hector says. “I suggest you find a student you can tolerate parting with, if you do not already have one to spare.”
“I assume her mother has no opinion on the matter?”
“You assume correctly.”
The man in the grey suit considers the girl for some time before he speaks again, and still, she does not comprehend the words.
“I understand your confidence in her ability, though I encourage you to at least consider the possibility that she could be lost, should the competition not play out in her favor. I will find a player to truly challenge her. Otherwise there is no reason for me to agree to participate. Her victory cannot be guaranteed.”
“That is a risk I am willing to take,