Knights of the Wizard (of Knights and Wizards Book 2) by A. J. Gallant Page B
Authors: A. J. Gallant
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backtracked several. Tavarot knelt down and stared at the two pages, one showed the kingdom of Kaday, the other page showed a history of a knight named Knightfell. Then the orb jumped up and down several times on the kingdom, letting him know that it was important.
Tavarot cleared his throat. “Okay, so the boy’s wand is either in or around Kaday or someone in Kaday knows where it might possibly be located.”
Raina stared at Tavarot as he stood up, as if to say you got to be kidding? “The odds don’t sound very good at all.”
“That’s the best that I can do girl. Hopefully the wizard will feel a pull as he gets close to his wand.”
Raina was still trying to get her head around it. “Kaday is a long ways from here.”
Tavarot gestured for Marcus to approach and explained the situation to him and also informed him that he needed to be the one to cut down the tree and cut the wand out of it.
TWENTY-ONE
GREY SKIES RELEASED A MODERATE RAIN and a crack of thunder made the crows fly away seeking shelter, one last glance at Berhtram who lay lifeless on the ground, both wings broken. The rain hit the bird hard, pelting its eyes and beak bringing it back to consciousness, being confused by its situation and then slowly remembering. Berhtram stood up and then hopped around awkwardly, trying hard to take to the air but it was no use, couldn’t stand the pain of flapping his wings. The raven was in so much pain that it didn’t know what to do with itself, toppling over it blinked several times. Berhtram thought that he would simply close his eyes and perish.
Ackley shot a rock out of his sling, hitting a crow and killing it, watching it hit the ground. He picked up the bird and stuffed it into his leather bag that was hung over his left shoulder, the third kill of the day. He was eleven and liked to put food on the table; his father was dead and it fell on him and his older brothers to provide for the family. He swung his rock over his head, launched and hit a white birch tree dead center and liked the sound it had made. Movement to his left caught his eye, observing the raven struggling on the ground. The bird looked like it was fatally injured. Ackley could stomp on it and put it out of its misery.
“What happened to you?” he said to the raven. Picking it up Ackley examined it, quite a handsome raven he thought even though most ravens looked basically the same, but this one had a single white feather. His mother taught him that it was good luck to heal an injured bird, luck was something that they could use, so even though the bird might not make the trek back with him he decided to give it a try nonetheless, placing it in with the other dead birds. Berhtram being in such a weakened condition went to sleep.
Ackley returned to his three room hut about a half mile from the castle in Kaday, where three chickens were pecking the ground in the coop. Inside his mother was drinking cider, his brothers nowhere to be seen. In one room were two goats eating grass off the floor near the far wall, one wandered out past the boy, being tethered to a rope around the oak tree in the front yard.
“Did you get anything?” his mother asked. She was worn down by life but tried hard not to show it, life just wasn’t the same since her husband Edward passed, keeping a positive attitude in front of her children but crying when they weren’t around. Some days she had hope for the future but those days were the exception. Her face was aged beyond her years.
“I got two crows and a pigeon and a badly injured raven.”
Millicent perked up at the thought of the injured bird. “Injured raven you say?”
“Don’t get your hopes up mother because I don’t think he’s going to make it. Two broken wings by the look of it.” Ackley took the bird and set the raven on the crooked table and they both stared down at the poor thing.
“Why don’t you bring it over to Juliana? They say that trying to help an injured bird can bring a
Tavarot cleared his throat. “Okay, so the boy’s wand is either in or around Kaday or someone in Kaday knows where it might possibly be located.”
Raina stared at Tavarot as he stood up, as if to say you got to be kidding? “The odds don’t sound very good at all.”
“That’s the best that I can do girl. Hopefully the wizard will feel a pull as he gets close to his wand.”
Raina was still trying to get her head around it. “Kaday is a long ways from here.”
Tavarot gestured for Marcus to approach and explained the situation to him and also informed him that he needed to be the one to cut down the tree and cut the wand out of it.
TWENTY-ONE
GREY SKIES RELEASED A MODERATE RAIN and a crack of thunder made the crows fly away seeking shelter, one last glance at Berhtram who lay lifeless on the ground, both wings broken. The rain hit the bird hard, pelting its eyes and beak bringing it back to consciousness, being confused by its situation and then slowly remembering. Berhtram stood up and then hopped around awkwardly, trying hard to take to the air but it was no use, couldn’t stand the pain of flapping his wings. The raven was in so much pain that it didn’t know what to do with itself, toppling over it blinked several times. Berhtram thought that he would simply close his eyes and perish.
Ackley shot a rock out of his sling, hitting a crow and killing it, watching it hit the ground. He picked up the bird and stuffed it into his leather bag that was hung over his left shoulder, the third kill of the day. He was eleven and liked to put food on the table; his father was dead and it fell on him and his older brothers to provide for the family. He swung his rock over his head, launched and hit a white birch tree dead center and liked the sound it had made. Movement to his left caught his eye, observing the raven struggling on the ground. The bird looked like it was fatally injured. Ackley could stomp on it and put it out of its misery.
“What happened to you?” he said to the raven. Picking it up Ackley examined it, quite a handsome raven he thought even though most ravens looked basically the same, but this one had a single white feather. His mother taught him that it was good luck to heal an injured bird, luck was something that they could use, so even though the bird might not make the trek back with him he decided to give it a try nonetheless, placing it in with the other dead birds. Berhtram being in such a weakened condition went to sleep.
Ackley returned to his three room hut about a half mile from the castle in Kaday, where three chickens were pecking the ground in the coop. Inside his mother was drinking cider, his brothers nowhere to be seen. In one room were two goats eating grass off the floor near the far wall, one wandered out past the boy, being tethered to a rope around the oak tree in the front yard.
“Did you get anything?” his mother asked. She was worn down by life but tried hard not to show it, life just wasn’t the same since her husband Edward passed, keeping a positive attitude in front of her children but crying when they weren’t around. Some days she had hope for the future but those days were the exception. Her face was aged beyond her years.
“I got two crows and a pigeon and a badly injured raven.”
Millicent perked up at the thought of the injured bird. “Injured raven you say?”
“Don’t get your hopes up mother because I don’t think he’s going to make it. Two broken wings by the look of it.” Ackley took the bird and set the raven on the crooked table and they both stared down at the poor thing.
“Why don’t you bring it over to Juliana? They say that trying to help an injured bird can bring a
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