The Pogrom of Mages: The Healers of Glastamear: Volume One by Charles Williamson
Authors: Charles Williamson
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dozen people for several weeks. They argued about every detail of sail quality, fishing gear, pitch coating, planking reinforcement, and a dozen other nautical things Michael was completely ignorant about. He was embarrassed to realize that if Tobias hadn’t arranged for the captains to be there, he would have made a complete fool of himself through his ignorance.
One thing that came out of the discussion was how the healers had escaped. The king’s written command to arrest the healers had reached the mayor first. He’d immediately notified the guild master of the danger and then he had gone to see High Priest Carson. Carson had kept the king’s messenger waiting for four hours, thereby giving the healers enough time to get away.
Finally, Michael signed purchase orders for three line-fishing boats and their supplies. The whole negotiation had taken four hours, and Michael thought he had probably bought the boats at cost, about half what he’d expected to pay. They would be provisioned and ready for a long voyage in three days.
As Michael walked back to the inn he considered High Priest Carson. Growing up, he would have assumed that all high priests were good and devout men. He was relieved to learn that at least one really was, and pleased to realize that healers who had devoted their lives to helping the citizens of Snowport would be loved enough for many men to face the terrible punishments decreed by the king if their assistance were discovered.
It was on his walk back to the inn that Michael discovered his relationship with the people of Snowport had changed radically. Many strangers greeted him by name and smiled. An apple vendor gave him a free one and blessed him in Perry’s Light. He bought thirty-five simple gold bands to enchant with submerge manna , and the merchant didn’t even try and overcharge him.
At the inn, the great room was crowded with twenty people waiting to see him. They had figured out he must be a healer, and he was now the only one in town. The innkeeper offered him the use of his office for the remainder of his visit, which somehow he realized would be exactly three more days.
He helped the sick until almost midnight. The next day he changed his clinic location to an empty warehouse near the water. He hoped that if the knight protectors came for him, there would be time to cast transparency and then dive into the frigid water of the bay using water breath to stay underwater and winter blanket to keep from freezing. He kept a cast of the spell to discover manna in action during his clinic, but for the next three days, no one with fire mage manna approached him. He treated more than two hundred people a day, curing most, and removing suffering and easing the passing of a few.
The final evening before he was to sail, a priest who wasn’t a fire mage came to Michael’s room at the inn. The man carried a wooden box and didn’t look threatening. He said only a few words.
“Sir, the high priest and mayor have sent you something.” He put the box on the table and walked away. It contained the Perry’s Hero medallion on a gold chain that he’d seen in the workshop of Peter of Gold Street. It seemed everyone in town knew about his efforts to help the healers.
With the morning tide, the three boats were ready to sail north. Michael had named them, the Diana , the Naiad , and William’s Hope . Of course, he sailed in the Diana .
Before he went aboard, he met with each captain and presented each with the golden amulet he had enchanted with still waters . He claimed they were presents from the naiads of Black Sand Beach, twenty thousand paces south of Northport harbor, and that they would sill the waves in a radius of about a hundred paces but not block the wind at all. He explained that they would sail to Black Sand Beach after picking up the mages.
Michael commented that he would be getting off as they headed south at the hamlet of Sand Point where he’d left his horses. He needed to
One thing that came out of the discussion was how the healers had escaped. The king’s written command to arrest the healers had reached the mayor first. He’d immediately notified the guild master of the danger and then he had gone to see High Priest Carson. Carson had kept the king’s messenger waiting for four hours, thereby giving the healers enough time to get away.
Finally, Michael signed purchase orders for three line-fishing boats and their supplies. The whole negotiation had taken four hours, and Michael thought he had probably bought the boats at cost, about half what he’d expected to pay. They would be provisioned and ready for a long voyage in three days.
As Michael walked back to the inn he considered High Priest Carson. Growing up, he would have assumed that all high priests were good and devout men. He was relieved to learn that at least one really was, and pleased to realize that healers who had devoted their lives to helping the citizens of Snowport would be loved enough for many men to face the terrible punishments decreed by the king if their assistance were discovered.
It was on his walk back to the inn that Michael discovered his relationship with the people of Snowport had changed radically. Many strangers greeted him by name and smiled. An apple vendor gave him a free one and blessed him in Perry’s Light. He bought thirty-five simple gold bands to enchant with submerge manna , and the merchant didn’t even try and overcharge him.
At the inn, the great room was crowded with twenty people waiting to see him. They had figured out he must be a healer, and he was now the only one in town. The innkeeper offered him the use of his office for the remainder of his visit, which somehow he realized would be exactly three more days.
He helped the sick until almost midnight. The next day he changed his clinic location to an empty warehouse near the water. He hoped that if the knight protectors came for him, there would be time to cast transparency and then dive into the frigid water of the bay using water breath to stay underwater and winter blanket to keep from freezing. He kept a cast of the spell to discover manna in action during his clinic, but for the next three days, no one with fire mage manna approached him. He treated more than two hundred people a day, curing most, and removing suffering and easing the passing of a few.
The final evening before he was to sail, a priest who wasn’t a fire mage came to Michael’s room at the inn. The man carried a wooden box and didn’t look threatening. He said only a few words.
“Sir, the high priest and mayor have sent you something.” He put the box on the table and walked away. It contained the Perry’s Hero medallion on a gold chain that he’d seen in the workshop of Peter of Gold Street. It seemed everyone in town knew about his efforts to help the healers.
With the morning tide, the three boats were ready to sail north. Michael had named them, the Diana , the Naiad , and William’s Hope . Of course, he sailed in the Diana .
Before he went aboard, he met with each captain and presented each with the golden amulet he had enchanted with still waters . He claimed they were presents from the naiads of Black Sand Beach, twenty thousand paces south of Northport harbor, and that they would sill the waves in a radius of about a hundred paces but not block the wind at all. He explained that they would sail to Black Sand Beach after picking up the mages.
Michael commented that he would be getting off as they headed south at the hamlet of Sand Point where he’d left his horses. He needed to
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