Mageborn The Blacksmith's Son Page 10

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  I woke early, well... in the early afternoon. I hadn’t gone to sleep til almost dawn and I had completely exhausted my body’s reserves, both mental and physical. Thankful for not being awakened early I sat up and stretched. Sleep had done much to repair my condition, although I still had a lingering ache in my lower back. It could have been worse I supposed.

  A knock at the door gave me an idea as to what had roused me from my slumber. Crossing the room I opened it and looked out, wondering if I might find a hallway full of guards with Lord Devon behind them. Benchley stood there patiently.

  “May I come in sir?” he said in his best ‘I may be a servant but I’m still better than you’ tone. It's amazing how much information some people can convey with simple inflections. I might ask him for lessons later. I stepped back so he could enter.

  “I don’t suppose you have any food on you?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

  “Lunch is already over sir, but if you dress now you might persuade cook to let you have some leftovers.” he answered with a hint of a smile. The bastard knew full well what the cook thought of people who missed mealtimes. I wasn’t falling for it.

  “Since you mentioned dressing, would you mind assisting me?” My native intelligence was working overtime.

  “I believe that is what young Marcus intended when he asked me to check on you sir,” he replied. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed again. Benchley’s hands were surer than Penny’s when it came to doublet laces, but then I guess he had more experience dressing men. I also made note that he didn’t stand behind and reach around me to do up the laces. That should have told me something but I was too preoccupied to think on it.

  Once he was finished with me Benchley left, and frankly I was relieved to be alone. I needed to think. The valet had been his usual imperturbable self, so I inferred that no hue and cry had gone up this morning. Most likely his lordship Devon Tremont was lying low wondering who had caught him with his pants down and whether retribution would be coming. I was naive to think that, but I knew little of aristocrats.

  Since I thought it might be safe I ventured out to look for Penny, and perhaps steal some food if any happened to be lying about unattended. I had no luck finding Penny, or Marcus, or Dorian for that matter. Everyone seemed to have found better things to do than wait for me to get out of bed. Fortune was more kind when it came to food, I stumbled across young Timothy clearing tables in the great hall and he let me take large piece of roast pheasant that someone had left behind. I wrapped it in a piece of cloth and added partial loaf of bread from another plate. Timothy gave me one of his gap-toothed grins. I winked at him, and spoils in hand I retreated to my room to plot my next move.

  Once I had eaten I decided to make use of my free time to study some more. I delved into ‘A Grammar of Lycian’. Two hours later and my head was spinning. I have a knack for languages but Lycian seemed designed to twist a man’s tongues in knots. The verb tenses were also confusing, why anyone needed a ‘past progressive’ or a ‘simple future perfect’ tense eluded me. I decided to focus on memorizing vocabulary since I thought it might be more useful to start there. Another hour and I had had enough, so I switched to Vestrius’ journal. With my slightly less ignorant grasp of Lycian I began to comprehend a bit more of what he had learned in his first few weeks of training.

  Most of it was not particularly pertinent to disposing of evil sons of rival dukedoms, but one piece did catch my eye as fairly useful. My use of the sleep spell on Devon the night before had made me acutely aware of how easily someone could be rendered helpless. I was more than a little worried that he might be able to do something similar to me in the future, since I half suspected him of being a wizard himself. I wasn’t the first mage to have such thoughts apparently. A lot of attention was given to the methods which could be used to shield a mage’s mind and body from harmful outside influences, or in some cases the results of his own mistakes.

  The simplest method was to shutter the mind. Some men I learned were born with no ability to manipulate aythar at all. They were known as ‘stoics’ and I recognized the type in my friend Dorian. A mage could, with some practice, mimic their ability, or rather their lack of ability, and gain the same benefits. To do so would temporarily rob me of my ‘sight’ while shielding my mind from external influences. Because of its disadvantages it was primarily used at night to protect oneself while sleeping since it required no active effort.

  The hardest part of mastering it was finding a way to tell if I had successfully ‘shut’ my mind. Eventually I hit on the idea of staring at the book on Lycian. Since normal folk couldn’t see its glow I could use it to tell when I had properly closed myself off. It didn’t take long for me to manage it after that. The sensation was akin to shutting your eyes, and it unsettled me more than I thought it would. Without being aware of it I had already begun to rely on subtle cues my magesight allowed me. Closing it off made me feel blind. I decided that I agreed with the mages of yore, sleep would be the best time for it.

  The second method was to create a shield of aythar. The technique could be used in several ways depending on how much and what type of protection was desired. The least tiring was to create an internal shield that protected only the practitioner's mind. The result was similar to the other method with the exception that you could still use your ‘sight’ and abilities without impairment. Slightly more involved was the creation of a shield covering the entire body to protect one from physical as well as magical assaults. According to the legends in Vestrius’ journal some great wizards were able to manage this during all their waking hours. The legends made it clear that not only were the great wizards paranoid, but they were well justified in their paranoia. Sometimes even that protection was not enough to save them.

  Lastly, in times of need, some wizards had been able to create shields extending much farther from their bodies, to protect friends and sometimes even buildings. It was considered risky, since the effort could exhaust the caster and a particularly strong assault might even kill them if it used up more power than they had to give.

  I practiced with both types, first trying to protect just my mind. Without someone to test it for me I couldn’t be sure I had done it properly, but the amount of energy it required was negligible. Producing a large shield to protect my entire body was easier, though it required more effort. Since it extended just beyond my body I could actually see the energy as it enveloped me. It was nearly imperceptible, even to my sight, but by modifying the spell slightly I found I could color it with visible light, making it easier to see.

  I found these exercises tiring but they left me feeling better about my ability to protect myself. Still it was a relief when a knock interrupted me. I had shielded the divan (as a stand in for another person) and I was attempting to beat it to death with the chair. I failed to stop myself in time and Marc opened the door just as I struck it for the final time. This was my third swing at it, and this time instead of simply rebounding the chair had splintered with a resounding ‘crack’.

  “If you are that upset with the room’s appointments I could have let you trade apartments with someone else,” he said in a droll tone.

  “Ah... this isn’t what it looks like.” I said, giving him a sheepish look.

  “If this was the first time you had said that to me I might doubt you, but knowing you I honestly believe it,” he said with a laugh. “Seriously though, why are you hell bent on smashing up the furniture?”

  I thought for a moment before I smiled, “Second law of magic.”

  We had been bantering since we were kids so he played along, “Which is?”

  “Try new spells on the furniture before you risk other people or pets,” I rattled off.

  He laughed, “So what’s the first law?”

  I took a professorial pose and lifted my hand in an imperious manner, “Try new spells on other people or pets before you risk yourself.”

  We laughed a bit, and it felt good. Things had b
een so tense lately it was nice to be reminded of our younger days. “So why have you come in search of me young supplicant? Love potions? A cure for the piles? All things are within the power of the great Mordecai.”

  “I thought you might want to take in the fireworks tonight. Father hired the illuminator’s guild to put on a show for our guests tonight,” he replied.

  I was impressed, fireworks were expensive and I had only seen them once before when we were younger. The illuminator’s guild was a secretive organization that guarded the secrets of producing pyrotechnics. They were often mistaken for magicians because of the dazzling nature of their shows, but their devices were made with the help of science and chemistry. Everyone within ten miles of Lancaster would show up to see it.

  We talked about the impending show for several minutes before I got serious. “Have you spoken to Dorian or Penny yet today?”

  His expression changed, “I haven’t seen Dorian, but I ran into Penny earlier.”

  I immediately pressed him for the details of their exchange. After he had described their meeting I found myself more disturbed than ever. “What’s wrong?” he said. “You look angry.”

  It was difficult, but starting slowly I related the events of the previous night to him. His face grew dark and by the end he was swearing under his breath. “That explains a bit anyway,” he said.

  “What?”

  “The reason Dorian pressed his father to put a guard on your door this morning. I never ran into him, but he talked Thornbear into setting a guard in the hall till you woke up this afternoon,” he explained. I was surprised. Dorian was more protective than I had thought.

  “Do you think he told his father?” I asked.

  “No, if he had told him Thornbear would have raised hell with my father.”

  “You think so?”

  “Most assuredly, and with Lord Thornbear pressing the case Father would have been forced to act, probably to expel Devon from his demesne,” he grimaced.

  “What would that do?” I wondered aloud.

  “Start a lot of trouble. Tremont would be honor bound to complain to the king. The Lancasters would have to present evidence at the king’s court to support our insult to Tremont.” He looked at me.

  “And?”

  “And we couldn’t prove anything. At the least we would be fined to satisfy Tremont’s honor, at the worst it would mean war.” Marc sat on the divan and put his head in his hands. He thought for a while, “Why didn’t you just expose the villain when you caught him red handed? The evidence would have been on our side then.”

  “Penny,” I said simply. I gave him a stare that spoke volumes about how I felt that he had even suggested it.

  He apologized, “I’m sorry, you’re right Mort, it was selfish of me to think that.”

  In the end we came up with no good ideas, but made ourselves feel better by suggesting bad ones, mostly involving hot irons and blunt instruments. An hour later it was time to get moving, the fireworks were about to start. As we stepped into the corridor I waved at him to wait a second. Muttering a short incantation I set a shield around my body, no time like the present to start good habits.

  “What did you do?” he eyed me quizzically.

  “My latest trick,” I said and, since he couldn’t see it I added a few words to show off my new shield in a vivid blue.

  “Holy!...” he started and took a step back. “That looks formidable.”

  I spoke again and the shield faded into invisibility.

  “You should leave it blue,” he remarked.

  “Why?” I didn’t like being so conspicuous.

  “It might scare the crap out of Devon.”

  I liked the sound of that but discretion seemed wiser.

  Chapter 9

  The greatest mystery may lie in the nature of aythar itself. Although it is present in much greater concentrations in living beings it is also present in small amounts within all inanimate objects. The amount of aythar present seems to vary in direct proportion to the level of awareness possessed by the object. Sentient beings possess it in large quantity, relative to inanimate things, such as rocks. Animals possess varying amounts in proportion to their level of intelligence. Plants contain less, yet still more than non-living things. Since aythar is present within everything, so far as we can tell, it may well be a fundamental property, or even a necessity for existence. Because self-awareness is directly proportional to the amount of aythar within something scholars conclude that even inanimate matter has some minimal level of awareness.

  ~Marcus the Heretic,

  On the Nature of Faith and Magic

  The fireworks were every bit as spectacular as I had expected. We stood along the eastern parapet, looking across the lake that dominated the view on that side. Originally the lake had been separate but when the castle was built it had been expanded to fill the moat which surrounded the castle walls, but the main body still lay to the east. It made for a spectacular view with the pageantry of the fireworks reflected in its still surface. I found myself wishing Penny were watching with me, but I had been unable to spot her in the crowd.

  I was sure she had to be here somewhere; even the servants had been given leave to lay aside their burdens and enjoy the display. The crowd was large, so it was unsurprising that I couldn’t find her. After a short time I was separated from Marc as well, he had been drawn aside by a conversation with Gregory Pern. Not really wanting to be involved I had kept moving, truthfully I was looking for Penny. We still had not spoken since the incident of the previous night and I was growing anxious, unsure what she might think about what had happened.

  Moving through the crowd I saw Rose Hightower engaged in discourse with Stephen Airedale. He seemed very earnest about whatever he was telling her so I kept my distance and tried to avoid distracting them. I passed by and she called my name, “Master Eldridge! I had hoped to see you again before now.” She spoke with more excitement than I would have thought necessary.

  “My apologies Lady Rose, if I had known please be sure wild horses could not have kept me from your side.” I was in a good mood, so I figured I would play the game of words. Stephen seemed disappointed at my arrival, which made sense once I understood his intentions. Most likely he had been trying to woo the lady, and as everyone knows, wooing is not a game for three. “If I am interrupting I can bother someone else,” I said, giving Stephen a sympathetic glance.

  Lady Rose wouldn’t have that, obviously she wanted a rescue, “Nonsense, we would be charmed to have you join us.” She put her hand on Stephen’s shoulder in a move that had to be calculated.

  “Of course,” he assured me, “unfortunately I need to excuse myself. You understand I’m sure.” Indeed I did, so I refrained from smiling, no need to rub salt in the wound.

  He left graciously and Rose gave me a look of gratitude, “Thank you, I was having trouble finding polite ways to deter him, any longer and I might have been unforgivably rude.”

  “Your beauty drives reason even from men of culture. Do not hold yourself to account for it. I have little doubt that you would eventually have turned him aside without injury to his pride.” I gave her a slight bow, intending to take leave myself. My part had already been played.

  “Wait, I would speak with you,” she put her hand on my forearm. She was a woman who spoke with her hands and gestures as well as her eyes and words. Despite the restrictions and limitations of her class Rose Hightower was powerfully expressive, a natural communicator.

  “Surely you have no need of my small words,” I answered her.

  “Perhaps you have need of mine,” her eyes were full of hidden meaning.

  Uncertain I paused, “I’m sure I will be richer for hearing them.”

  “Then we must agree to a trade, first answer my question and I will share what knowledge I have with you.” She made it sound like a game, but something in her face hinted at more.

  “We have a deal then, what would you know?” I replied.

  “Wh
o were you looking for just now?” her eyes twinkled with amusement.

  “A friend, no one of importance.”

  “That is no answer at all,” she frowned and removed her hand from my arm, conveying her disapproval.

  “Penelope Cooper, a childhood friend and one of the maids here. Is that satisfactory?” I was a little annoyed at having to disclose that, lately Penny had become more important to me and I found myself embarrassed to discuss her.

  “A lady friend, how interesting. Well enough, you should know that you made your first enemy at the reception the other day.” She gauged my reaction.

  “I knew that, but there is no remedy for it.” If I got any better at wordy dialogue I’d be teaching classes in circumlocution soon.

  “You are wise to accept that so readily. Your friend Marcus is lucky to have you, but his friendship puts you in grave danger.”

  I knew that as well, but I wondered at her opinion, “How so?”

  “A building’s strength lies in its foundation. Your enemy seeks to bring down the House of Lancaster. He will do so by undermining the foundation first, and you stand out as a key target in that pursuit.” I had heard this before, but I didn’t want to offend her.

  “Lady Rose, I think you greatly overestimate my value.” Maybe she wasn’t as smart as I had initially thought.

  “That may be, but I find it more likely that you underestimate yourself.” I could have argued, but didn’t bother. She would have gotten the last word anyway. A few more pointless exchanges and I pardoned myself to continue my search. This time she let me go without comment.

  I wandered for a while, hunting for a woman with dark hair and eyes that could drink the moon. Lady luck didn’t see fit to help me though, damn her. Penny was elusive, like a dream you can’t remember on waking. Finally I gave up and devoted myself to enjoying the last of the show. A particularly impressive red bloom lit the sky above the lake, accompanied by a thundering boom. An idea struck me. Pure genius. I couldn’t wait to try it out.