As I stepped into my study, I noted two of the boxes had gems glowing on their lids. One I expected; it was the daily report from the patrol Cyhan was leading into Gododdin. The other box was the mate to the one that I had given to Marcus. He was still living in Albamarl and it was handy to be able to communicate with him now and again without having to make a trip to see him.
Taking a seat at the desk, I checked Cyhan’s field report first. As expected, it was dry and impersonal, much like the man who had written it.
My Lord,
We are now two days past the border of Gododdin. No contact with locals yet. We should reach Dalensa tomorrow. From there, we will proceed upriver from there to Surencia to make contact with King Nicholas. Everything has been normal thus far.
Your Servant,
Cyhan
I thought about my reply for several minutes before dipping my pen and touching it to paper.
Sir Cyhan,
I’ve had time to discuss matters with Dorian, and he has convinced me that the shiggreth may have moved north and east, skirting the mountains and heading to Dunbar. After paying your respects with King Nicholas, please continue upriver. Do not bother heading west to check Issip this time. I want you to head for Dunbar and renew our warning to them. If they need assistance, be ready to continue onward and render any and all aid necessary.
Mordecai
I dried the nib of my pen before scattering sand over the sheet of paper to blot any excess ink. Once that was done, I carefully folded the paper and placed it into the box that would transport it instantly to Cyhan. After that I reached into the box that held Marcus’ note and withdrew it. Leaning back in my chair I began to read.
Mort,
You need to visit as soon as you have time. Partly for social reasons, as we have a lot of catching up to do. I have been working on a book; part philosophy and part compendium. I hope to lay a clear description out for those trying to understand magic and the nature of reality. When you first started learning about your gift, we understood so little of how things worked. Things that were once common knowledge are now forgotten. Perhaps in the future my book will help to educate someone who doesn’t have a tutor.
Anyway, I need to pick your brain a bit. I also need to tell you about the things I have recently discovered. The archives of Celior held many secrets and some of them might interest you. I also found a few things of interest here in your family library.
Marissa would like to see you as well. She wants me to tell you to plan on eating dinner when you come. Try to give me some notice though, so she will know when to cook for you.
Don’t wait too long. Some of my news won’t keep very well, if you take my meaning.
Your friend,
Marcus
Interesting, he had mentioned the desire to write a treatise on magic before, but I didn’t realize he had actually started on it. Some might think it an ambitious project for someone who wasn’t a wizard, but I knew how keen Marc’s mind was, and he had also had far more exposure to magic than most people. I also wondered if his perspective might make him more objective, considering that he had been one of the rare ‘chosen’ who had acted as a vessel for one of the gods. Not many men had been given such a rare honor, and fewer still had then later rejected it… none that I knew of, though there may have been others in the past.
His last line had hinted that his news was urgent, and I trusted Marc’s judgment. Flamboyant in person, he had a tendency to understate things when he put them in writing. I started a second letter.
Marc,
I’d be glad to join you this evening. Tell Marissa I look forward to her cooking.
Mordecai
I put the letter in the box and went to tell Penny. The thought crossed my mind that she might want to join me. Elaine was waiting for me in the hall outside our apartments.
“Where’s your father? I thought this was his day.”
She smiled, “He was busy, so I offered to take his turn.”
I could tell it was a terrible hardship for her. “Have you seen Penny?” I asked. I was fairly sure already that she was with Rose, but since I had just entered the keep through the portal from my apartment, I hadn’t had a chance to locate her yet.
“She and Rose went for a walk I believe.”
My mind found the children. The twins and Conall were with Dorian and his son, Gram. They appeared to be attempting to drag my large friend down to the ground in the castle courtyard, much like a pack of hounds on a boar. At a guess, the ladies had left him in charge of the herd while they enjoyed a quiet chat. “Did they take a guard with them?” I wondered aloud.
“I would assume so,” replied Elaine, though I hadn’t actually meant to ask her.
I decided to check on Dorian. As I walked, I double checked to make sure our youngest, Irene, was with Lilly Tucker. She had helped Penny frequently over the years, first as a maid and then more recently as a nanny. We had debated the subject carefully before we let her help with the children, considering her past. The only other people in the castle who knew of Peter and Lilly’s grudge against me were Penny, Rose, and Dorian.
Over the years we had gradually come to trust her, though she never knew that I was aware of their secret grievance with me. Penny had been the one to make the final decision several years ago. “Peter might still want to stick a knife between your ribs, but neither he nor Lilly would hurt the children,” she had told me. Naturally I had questioned her certainty. “Trust me. My intuition is never wrong. I would know if they were a danger.” She had been pointing to her forehead as she had said that, a particular reminder to me that she frequently had visions of the future.
Sure enough, Irene was safely tucked in Lilly’s arms as she walked her around the castle nursery. Sometimes it was handy being a wizard. It had taken me less than half a minute to locate each of my children, an ability I imagined most parents would envy.
When I reached Dorian, he was still in the midst of a heap of squirming children. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen our children anywhere have you?” I asked him drolly.
He grinned at me, his face half covered by Conall who seemed to be doing an impression of a hat. “Nah! I haven’t seen ‘em all day. I’ve been busy taking care of all these wild animals.”
I laughed, “You do seem to have quite a herd of them. Can you tell me what sort of beasts these are?”
“Easily! This one up top is a baby bear. I just found him in the woods earlier today. I haven’t decided what to call him yet.” As he spoke, Dorian put a hand up to steady Conall, who had almost slipped and was now clutching at his hair and beard. It looked distinctly painful, but my friend didn’t show it. “This one is a wolf cub I found last week; I call him ‘growler’,” he shook his left leg to indicate he meant Matthew. Continuing, he reached down and pulled Gram up from where he was clinging to his right leg, “And this one is a mountain lion I’ve had for a few months… I named him ‘Percy.’”