lowering his foot flat. He was embarrassed to have the older people discussing him as though he were a funny cloud formation. âCanât we pay you something? The least youâve done is saved my leg and I know it.â
âThe folk of this borough didnât run me out as others might have when I settled in the woods here,â Nonnus said. âThereâs nothing else I needââ
The smile again, there and gone like a rainbow.
âNothing material, at least. If I can set a few bones or cool a fever, thatâs small enough recompense for what the community has given me.â
He nodded toward Tenoctris and added, âBesides, sheâs the one responsible for you being able to walk already. Well, I never denied that wizardry was real. Healingâs a better use for it than others Iâve seen.â
âYouâre from Pewle Island, arenât you?â Tenoctris said. âThey hunted seals there in my day.â
Nonnus nodded. âThey hunted seals in my day too,â he said without intonation. âAnd still do, I hope. Itâs an honest life.â
âThe young man with the procurator is a wizard,â Tenoctris said without a transition. She glanced toward Garric to include him in the conversation, but it was obviously the hermitâs
viewpoint that she sought. âHeâs powerful, and heâs frighteningly ignorant of the forces heâs working with.â
âHow do you tell?â Nonnus said. He had the interest of a craftsman for anotherâs specialty. âHas he been working magic here?â
âHow do you tell when a sealâs about to rise?â Tenoctris replied. âHow does Garric tell which way the tree he cut will fall? Power trails after Meder like the hair of a comet filling half the night sky.â
âThen he knows youâre a wizard too?â Garric said. âHave you talked to him about it?â
A sailor wandered through the courtyard with a pair of villagers. In a loud, slurred voice he said, ââand the folk on that island didnât wear anything but necklaces of bones. They made me a king, like enough, they did, and that only because Iâd saved a silver mirror from the wreck.â
There was a pause as a bottle gurgled. Villagers murmured respectfully. The voices moved out the gate.
Garric stepped back from the stable doorway, drawing the others with him. The hanging lamp would deter folk looking for privacy to do things they werenât quite drunk enough or desperate enough to do under the eyes of the community.
Nonnus dropped into a squat, his haunches against the brick base of one of the posts. They and the beams they supported were ancient oak, so black with the grime of ages that only touch could tell their grain.
âMeder bor-Mederman thinks Iâm somebodyâs maiden sister if he thinks anything about me,â Tenoctris said. Her smile reminded Garric of Nonnusâ expression when he was talking as much to the past as to his companions. âHe doesnât really see the forces he works with, much less notice that I attract them also. And of course by Mederâs standards, Iâm not really a wizard at all.â
âMistress â¦â Garric said. He didnât know how to treat Tenoctris. On the one hand she was a penniless castaway with manners and tastes as simple as those of a Haft shepherdâperfectly willing to sleep in the stable when the inn was full
of paying customers. But she was also educated beyond even Reiseâs standards, a noble and courtier as surely as these two from Valles, and besides that a wizard. The parts were unfamiliar, and the way they fit together was as puzzling to Garric as a river running uphill.
âIf you brought yourself here from so far away,â he stumbled on, âyouâreâyou must be really powerful. All that kid didââMeder was some years older than Garric, but he was a wispy
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