Chapter 29: You’re a Mage, Figure It Out
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Chapter 29: You’re a Mage, Figure It Out
Tala was walking behind one of the passenger wagons for wealthier patrons as she knocked.
There was a short pause before the wagons servant opened the door.
Yes? May I-GAH! The poor man stumbled backwards, clearly having not expected a blood-spattered Mage at his door.
Tala smiled, apologetically. My apologies, good sir. I have something for She hesitated for just a moment. What if the woman hadnt actually given her right name? It didnt matter, really. Tala raised her voice and continued. For Janice.
There was a soft squeak from inside, and Janice appeared, pausing for a moment to help steady the servant, who was recovering quite admirably.
Janice glanced at Tala before bowing. Mistress Tala. Would you like to come in?
Tala looked down at herself, even as she continued to walk, keeping pace just behind the wagon. I dont think that would be kind to this good fellow. She gestured at the still-wet, red splatters across herself. Blood is not easy to clean.
Oh! Oh, of course. That was silly of me. Janices eyes fell on the horn resting across Talas shoulders, and her eyes widened. Its true, then? Thats a
A thunder bulls horn, yes. Thankfully, most, if not all, of the blood had drained out of the horn since shed cut it free.
Janice sank down against the door until she sat, still looking down to Tala. I heard the thunder this morning, and everyone was talking about you bringing down a bull, I even thought I saw you working to harvest it, but still She smiled. I didnt believe.
Tala smiled in return. May I ask?
Janice nodded. My husband He was an explorer of the Wilds.
Talas eyes widened, but she didnt interject.
Some years ago, he wanderedsomewhere he shouldnt have and was changed. Janice shook her head. No, that isnt right. Wild magics were worked upon him. She sighed. We sought treatment, but no one could reverse it. Still, it didnt seem too severe: a little weakness, his bones seemed to break more easily, but not much. She scoffed. It got worse. Finally, they were able to diagnose him: brittle bone syndrome. Somehow, magic had given him the disease as if from birth, and his body was working to catch up.
Tala was frowning in concern. I think I understand. Some magics can strike humans with strange, inexplicable diseases, but what do you need the horn for?
Janice brightened, clearly drawn from unpleasant musings. We were able to purchase a construct, one that transferred power directly into him. If we hadnt, hed likely have died months ago. Arcanous harvests that can power it are plentiful, but not potent enough to overcome the hostile magic completely. We only just recently learned that a thunder bulls horn should have sufficient power, of the right types, to empower the construct for complete healing. She smiled. There were none for sale in Bandfast, so we undertook this journey either to find one on the way, or to acquire one in Alefast.
Then why not just tell me? Why not use a bone? Because bones reinforce whats there? The horn is meant to alter the strength of bone, if that were reversed She understoodI think.
Janice shrugged. I approached one of the other Mages, but she said she could not kill a thunder bull, unless provoked to it. Apparently, the small herds are incredibly vengeful. She sighed. Even so, I was hopeful, when I saw the thunder cattle on the first day, but nothing came of it. Then, one was killed the second day, but virtually nothing could be harvested from it. She grinned, once more. Then you. Her eyes widened. Oh! Your payment!
Janice stood in a rush and vanished inside. She returned with a small, iron chest. Four- and one-half ounces, gold, and fifty ounces, silver, as agreed.
Tala was frowning to herself. After a long moment, she sighed, hefting the horn off and holding it out to the woman. Here.
Janice set the iron box down, just outside the door, and took the horn from Tala. After a moments pause, when Tala didnt take the money, she hesitated, starting to look nervous. II can get more, if that is what you need, Mistress.
Tala started. What? No! No. II just dont feel right taking-
Taking what you are owed? Janices hesitation had vanished, and she almost looked amused. Mistress Tala. Weve enough, more than enough. My husbands line of work was dangerous, and his earnings more than accounted for that. Youve given us what we needed to restore him, and we are nothing but grateful. Please. She tapped the box with her toe. Take the money.
Tala nodded, hefting the box. This feels like close to seven or eight pounds! At least half the weight must be the box. She flipped open the lid and saw five golden coins, four one ounce and one-half ounce, resting atop a pile of silver.
You are welcome to count it if-
Tala shook her head, flipping the lid shut. Everything looks in order. After a moment, she added. If the single horn is insufficient, let me know. I harvested both.
Janices smile widened further. That is very kind of you. Thank you. I will send Mayhew if we need it. She bowed, turned, and retreated inside.
The servant, presumably Mayhew, studied her for a long moment before bowing as well. Thank you, Mistress. Can I assist you further?
Tala smiled slightly but shook her head. No, thank you. Please do tell if they need further assistance.
Mayhew bowed, once more. I will. Good day, Mistress.
Good day.
He shut the door, and Tala trudged out to the side and back up the line of moving wagons, iron strong-box in hand.
She was sorely tempted to use her mage-sight to watch the goings on within the wagon but felt, more than ever, that that would be an invasion of privacy.
Still, when she heard a burst of startled, joyous, feminine laugher, followed by another laugh, from a much deeper, clearly masculine voice, she found herself grinning ear to ear.
She had done good, this day. The iron chest felt light in her hands, and if anything, her smiled widened. I did good, AND I was paid to do it. She could get used to this. Things were definitely, irrevocably, looking up.
* * *
After placing her new iron box into the storage that Den had lent her on the lead wagon, Tala went back down the line to the chuckwagon. As she strolled up, the last of the small carts was being lifted into place against the outside wall, folded once more.
Brand was locking it in place, walking beside the continually moving wagon train, when he saw her. He smiled widely. Mistress Tala! My friend. You delivered beyond all expectations. If it were not entirely inappropriate, I would kiss you.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Yes. Inappropriate.
There were two final flies in the ointment. First, the spell-lines for gold, silver, and copper each differed from each other as well, regardless of medium, adding another variable to the monstrous equation. Lastly, spell-forms were three-dimensionally sensitive, meaning a spell-form that functioned perfectly on a flat cloth would change radically when shifted, scrunched, rolled-up, or otherwise not perfectly flat. That could be compensated for, as all human inscribing had to, but it was yet more complexity.
Still, she persevered. I am nothing if not stubborn. She had determined to learn what she could about items, and slag anyone or anything that got in her way.
Mistress Tala?
Her head snapped up, and she almost glared as she took in someone poking their tousled, dirty-blonde head over the side of her wagons roof. What. She didnt snap at Renix, but it was a near thing.
He was clearly nervous, but he smiled, seemingly more to reassure himself than as a gesture towards her. Are you busy?
Yes, obviously. What kind of asinine question is that? Somewhat. She sighed. What can I do for you, Renix? Why am I so grumpy?
Well, I- Renix started.
Coffee! She practically shouted it, completely overriding Renix. I havent had nearly enough coffee, today. She quickly closed her books, tucking them away in her satchel, as he tried to recover from her outburst. She finished before he did. Walk with me and ask your question.
Without waiting for him to get off the ladder, she swung over the side and dangled down beside the wagon.
The wheels were rumbling to either side, and she realized that this might not be the wisest course. Ah, well. Whats done, and all that. She kicked off the side of the wagon and dropped, landing outside the path of the wheels with a carefully exhaled breath, knees bending perfectly to absorb the impact on the soft turf.
Renix scrambled down the ladder to join her.
Wheres his horse? She shrugged. Doesnt matter. Tala turned towards the chuckwagon, and Renix fell into step beside her. So?
He cleared his throat. Well
He seemed hesitant, but she didnt mind. Coffee was ahead.
They were almost to the chuckwagon when Renix coughed and rapidly mumbled out his question. How did you become a Mage so fast? Whats the secret? I feel like Im going to be trapped as a mageling forever. I mean, I could advance any time, but I just dont feel ready. You know? Well I guess you dont know. After all, you advanced and-
Tala was so startled that she stopped walking, Renix stopping beside her. Thankfully, coffee was still drawing closer, as the wagons continued to move past them. Tala stopped Renixs monologue with a raised hand. Is Master Trent a good master?
What? Of course! Why would you ask that?
She shrugged. If you are learning from a good man, why would you want to leave? I can understand you wanting to stay. I can understand you feeling as though you have more to learn. Do you have any complaints?
Well, no, but he chooses our missions.
Would you choose differently?
No, but thats because he explains his reasoning each time, and of course, I agree.
So?
Renix turned away. I dont know I I hate being poor. I hate feeling like Im owned by so many people, and I cant get ahead, but at the same time, I dont feel up to being out on my own just yet.
Tala blinked. Thatsthats close to home. She cleared her throat. Well, Im indentured to the Caravan Guild. They own large chunks of my time until my contract is up.
Renix scoffed. But you chose that, and you have so much freedom within that servitude.
Tala was shaking her head. We are always beholden to others. Some by choice, like those we sell our service to, some by blood She hesitated, then shook her head and pressed on. Some for labor, some for time, but in all cases, it is we who are responsible to fulfill those obligations. Even were you free and wealthy, you would be beholden to yourself. Youd have to eat, sleep, and exercise. If you wanted to work magic, youd need to keep on good terms with an inscriber. She shook her head, again. Renix, life is about needing other people, and being beholden to them, and they to you.
Renix barked a laugh and turned back towards her. Thats easy for you to say. You are on a path to wealth, and I know youre younger than me.
Tala could see a bit of pain in Renixs eyes. Hes comparing himself to me and seeing failure. Renix, I She grunted out a sigh in frustration. I am, and always have been, very odd. It has given me advantages, but Ive hated most of it. I never wanted to be a Mage, but I was sold into this profession. Until my price is paid, I am owned, just like you.
Renix paled and glanced away.
Tala quirked a smile. Ahh, you werent sold into it. Let me guess, parents paid for your schooling?
Renix didnt meet her eyes but nodded.
No shame in that. Stars know Id prefer that. She let out a long breath. I was sold to pay my familys debts, Renix. I owe more than Ill make in years, at contract rates, and thats if I had no expenses. She touched his arm, and he turned to face her. Life is about working with what you have, where you have it.
He was frowning. Even so. You are so much further down the road than I how can I catch up?
The question was so genuine, that she paused to actually consider, before she answered. One moment. She strode after the now passed chuckwagon and knocked on the rear door.
Brand shoved it open. What! His expression shifted from anger to confusion when he saw her. Mistress Tala?
Coffee?
He hesitated for a moment, then laughed. Id thought you might want some. He stepped inside and returned with a large, earthenware jug, a simple cork sealing it shut. Here you are. All thats left for today.
Tala eyed it warily. Is it still good?
Mistress Tala, coffee doesnt spoil. It wont be hot, but youre a Mage. Figure it out.
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Chapter 29: You’re a Mage, Figure It Out
Tala was walking behind one of the passenger wagons for wealthier patrons as she knocked.
There was a short pause before the wagons servant opened the door.
Yes? May I-GAH! The poor man stumbled backwards, clearly having not expected a blood-spattered Mage at his door.
Tala smiled, apologetically. My apologies, good sir. I have something for She hesitated for just a moment. What if the woman hadnt actually given her right name? It didnt matter, really. Tala raised her voice and continued. For Janice.
There was a soft squeak from inside, and Janice appeared, pausing for a moment to help steady the servant, who was recovering quite admirably.
Janice glanced at Tala before bowing. Mistress Tala. Would you like to come in?
Tala looked down at herself, even as she continued to walk, keeping pace just behind the wagon. I dont think that would be kind to this good fellow. She gestured at the still-wet, red splatters across herself. Blood is not easy to clean.
Oh! Oh, of course. That was silly of me. Janices eyes fell on the horn resting across Talas shoulders, and her eyes widened. Its true, then? Thats a
A thunder bulls horn, yes. Thankfully, most, if not all, of the blood had drained out of the horn since shed cut it free.
Janice sank down against the door until she sat, still looking down to Tala. I heard the thunder this morning, and everyone was talking about you bringing down a bull, I even thought I saw you working to harvest it, but still She smiled. I didnt believe.
Tala smiled in return. May I ask?
Janice nodded. My husband He was an explorer of the Wilds.
Talas eyes widened, but she didnt interject.
Some years ago, he wanderedsomewhere he shouldnt have and was changed. Janice shook her head. No, that isnt right. Wild magics were worked upon him. She sighed. We sought treatment, but no one could reverse it. Still, it didnt seem too severe: a little weakness, his bones seemed to break more easily, but not much. She scoffed. It got worse. Finally, they were able to diagnose him: brittle bone syndrome. Somehow, magic had given him the disease as if from birth, and his body was working to catch up.
Tala was frowning in concern. I think I understand. Some magics can strike humans with strange, inexplicable diseases, but what do you need the horn for?
Janice brightened, clearly drawn from unpleasant musings. We were able to purchase a construct, one that transferred power directly into him. If we hadnt, hed likely have died months ago. Arcanous harvests that can power it are plentiful, but not potent enough to overcome the hostile magic completely. We only just recently learned that a thunder bulls horn should have sufficient power, of the right types, to empower the construct for complete healing. She smiled. There were none for sale in Bandfast, so we undertook this journey either to find one on the way, or to acquire one in Alefast.
Then why not just tell me? Why not use a bone? Because bones reinforce whats there? The horn is meant to alter the strength of bone, if that were reversed She understoodI think.
Janice shrugged. I approached one of the other Mages, but she said she could not kill a thunder bull, unless provoked to it. Apparently, the small herds are incredibly vengeful. She sighed. Even so, I was hopeful, when I saw the thunder cattle on the first day, but nothing came of it. Then, one was killed the second day, but virtually nothing could be harvested from it. She grinned, once more. Then you. Her eyes widened. Oh! Your payment!
Janice stood in a rush and vanished inside. She returned with a small, iron chest. Four- and one-half ounces, gold, and fifty ounces, silver, as agreed.
Tala was frowning to herself. After a long moment, she sighed, hefting the horn off and holding it out to the woman. Here.
Janice set the iron box down, just outside the door, and took the horn from Tala. After a moments pause, when Tala didnt take the money, she hesitated, starting to look nervous. II can get more, if that is what you need, Mistress.
Tala started. What? No! No. II just dont feel right taking-
Taking what you are owed? Janices hesitation had vanished, and she almost looked amused. Mistress Tala. Weve enough, more than enough. My husbands line of work was dangerous, and his earnings more than accounted for that. Youve given us what we needed to restore him, and we are nothing but grateful. Please. She tapped the box with her toe. Take the money.
Tala nodded, hefting the box. This feels like close to seven or eight pounds! At least half the weight must be the box. She flipped open the lid and saw five golden coins, four one ounce and one-half ounce, resting atop a pile of silver.
You are welcome to count it if-
Tala shook her head, flipping the lid shut. Everything looks in order. After a moment, she added. If the single horn is insufficient, let me know. I harvested both.
Janices smile widened further. That is very kind of you. Thank you. I will send Mayhew if we need it. She bowed, turned, and retreated inside.
The servant, presumably Mayhew, studied her for a long moment before bowing as well. Thank you, Mistress. Can I assist you further?
Tala smiled slightly but shook her head. No, thank you. Please do tell if they need further assistance.
Mayhew bowed, once more. I will. Good day, Mistress.
Good day.
He shut the door, and Tala trudged out to the side and back up the line of moving wagons, iron strong-box in hand.
She was sorely tempted to use her mage-sight to watch the goings on within the wagon but felt, more than ever, that that would be an invasion of privacy.
Still, when she heard a burst of startled, joyous, feminine laugher, followed by another laugh, from a much deeper, clearly masculine voice, she found herself grinning ear to ear.
She had done good, this day. The iron chest felt light in her hands, and if anything, her smiled widened. I did good, AND I was paid to do it. She could get used to this. Things were definitely, irrevocably, looking up.
* * *
After placing her new iron box into the storage that Den had lent her on the lead wagon, Tala went back down the line to the chuckwagon. As she strolled up, the last of the small carts was being lifted into place against the outside wall, folded once more.
Brand was locking it in place, walking beside the continually moving wagon train, when he saw her. He smiled widely. Mistress Tala! My friend. You delivered beyond all expectations. If it were not entirely inappropriate, I would kiss you.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.
Yes. Inappropriate.
There were two final flies in the ointment. First, the spell-lines for gold, silver, and copper each differed from each other as well, regardless of medium, adding another variable to the monstrous equation. Lastly, spell-forms were three-dimensionally sensitive, meaning a spell-form that functioned perfectly on a flat cloth would change radically when shifted, scrunched, rolled-up, or otherwise not perfectly flat. That could be compensated for, as all human inscribing had to, but it was yet more complexity.
Still, she persevered. I am nothing if not stubborn. She had determined to learn what she could about items, and slag anyone or anything that got in her way.
Mistress Tala?
Her head snapped up, and she almost glared as she took in someone poking their tousled, dirty-blonde head over the side of her wagons roof. What. She didnt snap at Renix, but it was a near thing.
He was clearly nervous, but he smiled, seemingly more to reassure himself than as a gesture towards her. Are you busy?
Yes, obviously. What kind of asinine question is that? Somewhat. She sighed. What can I do for you, Renix? Why am I so grumpy?
Well, I- Renix started.
Coffee! She practically shouted it, completely overriding Renix. I havent had nearly enough coffee, today. She quickly closed her books, tucking them away in her satchel, as he tried to recover from her outburst. She finished before he did. Walk with me and ask your question.
Without waiting for him to get off the ladder, she swung over the side and dangled down beside the wagon.
The wheels were rumbling to either side, and she realized that this might not be the wisest course. Ah, well. Whats done, and all that. She kicked off the side of the wagon and dropped, landing outside the path of the wheels with a carefully exhaled breath, knees bending perfectly to absorb the impact on the soft turf.
Renix scrambled down the ladder to join her.
Wheres his horse? She shrugged. Doesnt matter. Tala turned towards the chuckwagon, and Renix fell into step beside her. So?
He cleared his throat. Well
He seemed hesitant, but she didnt mind. Coffee was ahead.
They were almost to the chuckwagon when Renix coughed and rapidly mumbled out his question. How did you become a Mage so fast? Whats the secret? I feel like Im going to be trapped as a mageling forever. I mean, I could advance any time, but I just dont feel ready. You know? Well I guess you dont know. After all, you advanced and-
Tala was so startled that she stopped walking, Renix stopping beside her. Thankfully, coffee was still drawing closer, as the wagons continued to move past them. Tala stopped Renixs monologue with a raised hand. Is Master Trent a good master?
What? Of course! Why would you ask that?
She shrugged. If you are learning from a good man, why would you want to leave? I can understand you wanting to stay. I can understand you feeling as though you have more to learn. Do you have any complaints?
Well, no, but he chooses our missions.
Would you choose differently?
No, but thats because he explains his reasoning each time, and of course, I agree.
So?
Renix turned away. I dont know I I hate being poor. I hate feeling like Im owned by so many people, and I cant get ahead, but at the same time, I dont feel up to being out on my own just yet.
Tala blinked. Thatsthats close to home. She cleared her throat. Well, Im indentured to the Caravan Guild. They own large chunks of my time until my contract is up.
Renix scoffed. But you chose that, and you have so much freedom within that servitude.
Tala was shaking her head. We are always beholden to others. Some by choice, like those we sell our service to, some by blood She hesitated, then shook her head and pressed on. Some for labor, some for time, but in all cases, it is we who are responsible to fulfill those obligations. Even were you free and wealthy, you would be beholden to yourself. Youd have to eat, sleep, and exercise. If you wanted to work magic, youd need to keep on good terms with an inscriber. She shook her head, again. Renix, life is about needing other people, and being beholden to them, and they to you.
Renix barked a laugh and turned back towards her. Thats easy for you to say. You are on a path to wealth, and I know youre younger than me.
Tala could see a bit of pain in Renixs eyes. Hes comparing himself to me and seeing failure. Renix, I She grunted out a sigh in frustration. I am, and always have been, very odd. It has given me advantages, but Ive hated most of it. I never wanted to be a Mage, but I was sold into this profession. Until my price is paid, I am owned, just like you.
Renix paled and glanced away.
Tala quirked a smile. Ahh, you werent sold into it. Let me guess, parents paid for your schooling?
Renix didnt meet her eyes but nodded.
No shame in that. Stars know Id prefer that. She let out a long breath. I was sold to pay my familys debts, Renix. I owe more than Ill make in years, at contract rates, and thats if I had no expenses. She touched his arm, and he turned to face her. Life is about working with what you have, where you have it.
He was frowning. Even so. You are so much further down the road than I how can I catch up?
The question was so genuine, that she paused to actually consider, before she answered. One moment. She strode after the now passed chuckwagon and knocked on the rear door.
Brand shoved it open. What! His expression shifted from anger to confusion when he saw her. Mistress Tala?
Coffee?
He hesitated for a moment, then laughed. Id thought you might want some. He stepped inside and returned with a large, earthenware jug, a simple cork sealing it shut. Here you are. All thats left for today.
Tala eyed it warily. Is it still good?
Mistress Tala, coffee doesnt spoil. It wont be hot, but youre a Mage. Figure it out.
Chapter 29: You're a Mage, Figure It OutTala was walking behind one of the passenger wagons for wealthier patrons as she knocked.There was a short pause before the wagons servant opened the door.Yes? May I-GAH! The poor man stumbled backwards, clearly having not expected a blood-spattered Mage at his door.Tala smiled, apologetically. My apologies, good sir. I have something for She hesitated for just a moment. What if the woman hadnt actually given her right name? It didnt matter, really. Tala raised her voice and continued. For Janice.There was a soft squeak from inside, and Janice appeared, pausing for a moment to help steady the servant, who was recovering quite admirably.Janice glanced at Tala before bowing. Mistress Tala. Would you like to come in?Tala looked down at herself, even as she continued to walk, keeping pace just behind the wagon. I dont think that would be kind to this good fellow. She gestured at the still-wet, red splatters across herself. Blood is not easy to clean.Oh! Oh, of course. That was silly of me. Janices eyes fell on the horn resting across Talas shoulders, and her eyes widened. Its true, then? Thats aA thunder bulls horn, yes. Thankfully, most, if not all, of the blood had drained out of the horn since shed cut it free.Janice sank down against the door until she sat, still looking down to Tala. I heard the thunder this morning, and everyone was talking about you bringing down a bull, I even thought I saw you working to harvest it, but still She smiled. I didnt believe.Tala smiled in return. May I ask?Janice nodded. My husband He was an explorer of the Wilds.Talas eyes widened, but she didnt interject.Some years ago, he wanderedsomewhere he shouldnt have and was changed. Janice shook her head. No, that isnt right. Wild magics were worked upon him. She sighed. We sought treatment, but no one could reverse it. Still, it didnt seem too severe: a little weakness, his bones seemed to break more easily, but not much. She scoffed. It got worse. Finally, they were able to diagnose him: brittle bone syndrome. Somehow, magic had given him the disease as if from birth, and his body was working to catch up.Tala was frowning in concern. I think I understand. Some magics can strike humans with strange, inexplicable diseases, but what do you need the horn for?Janice brightened, clearly drawn from unpleasant musings. We were able to purchase a construct, one that transferred power directly into him. If we hadnt, hed likely have died months ago. Arcanous harvests that can power it are plentiful, but not potent enough to overcome the hostile magic completely. We only just recently learned that a thunder bulls horn should have sufficient power, of the right types, to empower the construct for complete healing. She smiled. There were none for sale in Bandfast, so we undertook this journey either to find one on the way, or to acquire one in Alefast.Then why not just tell me? Why not use a bone? Because bones reinforce whats there? The horn is meant to alter the strength of bone, if that were reversed She understoodI think.Janice shrugged. I approached one of the other Mages, but she said she could not kill a thunder bull, unless provoked to it. Apparently, the small herds are incredibly vengeful. She sighed. Even so, I was hopeful, when I saw the thunder cattle on the first day, but nothing came of it. Then, one was killed the second day, but virtually nothing could be harvested from it. She grinned, once more. Then you. Her eyes widened. Oh! Your payment!Janice stood in a rush and vanished inside. She returned with a small, iron chest. Four- and one-half ounces, gold, and fifty ounces, silver, as agreed.Tala was frowning to herself. After a long moment, she sighed, hefting the horn off and holding it out to the woman. Here.Janice set the iron box down, just outside the door, and took the horn from Tala. After a moments pause, when Tala didnt take the money, she hesitated, starting to look nervous. II can get more, if that is what you need, Mistress.Tala started. What? No! No. II just dont feel right taking-Taking what you are owed? Janices hesitation had vanished, and she almost looked amused. Mistress Tala. Weve enough, more than enough. My husbands line of work was dangerous, and his earnings more than accounted for that. Youve given us what we needed to restore him, and we are nothing but grateful. Please. She tapped the box with her toe. Take the money.Tala nodded, hefting the box. This feels like close to seven or eight pounds! At least half the weight must be the box. She flipped open the lid and saw five golden coins, four one ounce and one-half ounce, resting atop a pile of silver.You are welcome to count it if-Tala shook her head, flipping the lid shut. Everything looks in order. After a moment, she added. If the single horn is insufficient, let me know. I harvested both.Janices smile widened further. That is very kind of you. Thank you. I will send Mayhew if we need it. She bowed, turned, and retreated inside.The servant, presumably Mayhew, studied her for a long moment before bowing as well. Thank you, Mistress. Can I assist you further?Tala smiled slightly but shook her head. No, thank you. Please do tell if they need further assistance.Mayhew bowed, once more. I will. Good day, Mistress.Good day.He shut the door, and Tala trudged out to the side and back up the line of moving wagons, iron strong-box in hand.She was sorely tempted to use her mage-sight to watch the goings on within the wagon but felt, more than ever, that that would be an invasion of privacy.Still, when she heard a burst of startled, joyous, feminine laugher, followed by another laugh, from a much deeper, clearly masculine voice, she found herself grinning ear to ear.She had done good, this day. The iron chest felt light in her hands, and if anything, her smiled widened. I did good, AND I was paid to do it. She could get used to this. Things were definitely, irrevocably, looking up.* * *After placing her new iron box into the storage that Den had lent her on the lead wagon, Tala went back down the line to the chuckwagon. As she strolled up, the last of the small carts was being lifted into place against the outside wall, folded once more.Brand was locking it in place, walking beside the continually moving wagon train, when he saw her. He smiled widely. Mistress Tala! My friend. You delivered beyond all expectations. If it were not entirely inappropriate, I would kiss you.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.Yes. Inappropriate.There were two final flies in the ointment. First, the spell-lines for gold, silver, and copper each differed from each other as well, regardless of medium, adding another variable to the monstrous equation. Lastly, spell-forms were three-dimensionally sensitive, meaning a spell-form that functioned perfectly on a flat cloth would change radically when shifted, scrunched, rolled-up, or otherwise not perfectly flat. That could be compensated for, as all human inscribing had to, but it was yet more complexity.Still, she persevered. I am nothing if not stubborn. She had determined to learn what she could about items, and slag anyone or anything that got in her way.Mistress Tala?Her head snapped up, and she almost glared as she took in someone poking their tousled, dirty-blonde head over the side of her wagons roof. What. She didnt snap at Renix, but it was a near thing.He was clearly nervous, but he smiled, seemingly more to reassure himself than as a gesture towards her. Are you busy?Yes, obviously. What kind of asinine question is that? Somewhat. She sighed. What can I do for you, Renix? Why am I so grumpy?Well, I- Renix started.Coffee! She practically shouted it, completely overriding Renix. I havent had nearly enough coffee, today. She quickly closed her books, tucking them away in her satchel, as he tried to recover from her outburst. She finished before he did. Walk with me and ask your question.Without waiting for him to get off the ladder, she swung over the side and dangled down beside the wagon.The wheels were rumbling to either side, and she realized that this might not be the wisest course. Ah, well. Whats done, and all that. She kicked off the side of the wagon and dropped, landing outside the path of the wheels with a carefully exhaled breath, knees bending perfectly to absorb the impact on the soft turf.Renix scrambled down the ladder to join her.Wheres his horse? She shrugged. Doesnt matter. Tala turned towards the chuckwagon, and Renix fell into step beside her. So?He cleared his throat. WellHe seemed hesitant, but she didnt mind. Coffee was ahead.They were almost to the chuckwagon when Renix coughed and rapidly mumbled out his question. How did you become a Mage so fast? Whats the secret? I feel like Im going to be trapped as a mageling forever. I mean, I could advance any time, but I just dont feel ready. You know? Well I guess you dont know. After all, you advanced and-Tala was so startled that she stopped walking, Renix stopping beside her. Thankfully, coffee was still drawing closer, as the wagons continued to move past them. Tala stopped Renixs monologue with a raised hand. Is Master Trent a good master?What? Of course! Why would you ask that?She shrugged. If you are learning from a good man, why would you want to leave? I can understand you wanting to stay. I can understand you feeling as though you have more to learn. Do you have any complaints?Well, no, but he chooses our missions.Would you choose differently?No, but thats because he explains his reasoning each time, and of course, I agree.So?Renix turned away. I dont know I I hate being poor. I hate feeling like Im owned by so many people, and I cant get ahead, but at the same time, I dont feel up to being out on my own just yet.Tala blinked. Thatsthats close to home. She cleared her throat. Well, Im indentured to the Caravan Guild. They own large chunks of my time until my contract is up.Renix scoffed. But you chose that, and you have so much freedom within that servitude.Tala was shaking her head. We are always beholden to others. Some by choice, like those we sell our service to, some by blood She hesitated, then shook her head and pressed on. Some for labor, some for time, but in all cases, it is we who are responsible to fulfill those obligations. Even were you free and wealthy, you would be beholden to yourself. Youd have to eat, sleep, and exercise. If you wanted to work magic, youd need to keep on good terms with an inscriber. She shook her head, again. Renix, life is about needing other people, and being beholden to them, and they to you.Renix barked a laugh and turned back towards her. Thats easy for you to say. You are on a path to wealth, and I know youre younger than me.Tala could see a bit of pain in Renixs eyes. Hes comparing himself to me and seeing failure. Renix, I She grunted out a sigh in frustration. I am, and always have been, very odd. It has given me advantages, but Ive hated most of it. I never wanted to be a Mage, but I was sold into this profession. Until my price is paid, I am owned, just like you.Renix paled and glanced away.Tala quirked a smile. Ahh, you werent sold into it. Let me guess, parents paid for your schooling?Renix didnt meet her eyes but nodded.No shame in that. Stars know Id prefer that. She let out a long breath. I was sold to pay my familys debts, Renix. I owe more than Ill make in years, at contract rates, and thats if I had no expenses. She touched his arm, and he turned to face her. Life is about working with what you have, where you have it.He was frowning. Even so. You are so much further down the road than I how can I catch up?The question was so genuine, that she paused to actually consider, before she answered. One moment. She strode after the now passed chuckwagon and knocked on the rear door.Brand shoved it open. What! His expression shifted from anger to confusion when he saw her. Mistress Tala?Coffee?He hesitated for a moment, then laughed. Id thought you might want some. He stepped inside and returned with a large, earthenware jug, a simple cork sealing it shut. Here you are. All thats left for today.Tala eyed it warily. Is it still good?Mistress Tala, coffee doesnt spoil. It wont be hot, but youre a Mage. Figure it out.
