Magician’s Apprentice Chapter XXIV

The story so far: Tollon finds himself in the dismal neighborhood of Gehulia, at the mercy of an old woman and her two toughs. Now read on . . .

Am I of “the ken,” this old woman wants to know. Sounds like being of the ken is a privileged position. Since I’m not, I go for what privilege I have. “I don’t know your ken, but I am the apprentice to Court Magician Sarton, and if you don’t want him to destroy you with lightning bolts, you’ll let me go.”

The old woman doesn’t look very impressed. She steps forward and takes a closer look at me. “Sarton’s whelp, are you? He’s not here, boy. I am. And since you’re not of the ken, you shouldn’t be here. So why are you here?”

“None of your business,” I reply.

The next moment, I scream as every nerve in my body lights up in pain. It only lasts a moment. But a moment is too much.

The old woman nods contentedly at me. “Don’t get lippy with me, boy. Answer the question.”

“I needed a drink and a woman,” I reply. And wait to be struck with pain again.

I’m not. The old woman cackles. “You’re a pretty one to be so hard up. Still, it’s an honest reason. So your penance will be light.” She reaches into a pocket in the red jacket she’s wearing over her gown, and pulls out a small box. Holding it out, she says, “Here, boy, deliver this to Bjarn at the Red Foxtail. Tell him Zella sent it. Then you will have discharged your penance, and may leave Gehulia freely and without further harm.”

I reach out to take the small box, and find I’m no longer chained to the post. This woman is some sort of magician herself, clearly. I take the box. It’s not much bigger than my palm. “May I know what’s in this box, madame?” I ask in polite tones.

She appears mollified by my tones. “No. And best no one but Bjarn tries to open it.”

“And how do I find the Red Foxtail?”

§

I should have asked where Bjarn is. Because I’ve been to the Red Foxtail. To Bjarn’s house. To his workplace; he’s a tanner. (Ugh!) Every place I go, I’ve been told he’s somewhere else.  Finally, I was assured he was at the Dry Gulch, a tavern noted for its salty food. But the directions I was given were faulty. I’m lost.

City alleys can hide robbers . . . or washwomen. (“Alley” by Jules de Bruycker (1870 – 1945))

So I step into a dirt alleyway and summon Tavartet again, to tell me where the Dry Gulch is. Instead of getting a map in my head, I hear Tavartet’s voice. “For a second consultation in a day, you need to give me an offering.”

Trying not to attract any attention from anyone who might be nearby, I whisper, “I will actually make two offerings to you, one for the first consultation, one for this one, once I get home.”

“I require but one: three dragon’s teeth.”

What is it with dragon’s teeth? First Sarton, and now an immaterial spirit wants them. I make a counter-offer, “One. That’s all it’s worth.”

“I think not. Three.” The spirit’s voice is smug.

“All right, three,” I promise.

Immediately, a visionary map of the neighborhood appears in my head. My location is clearly marked. So is the Dry Gulch’s. It’s at the other end of the alley I’m standing in.

It is all I can do to restrain myself from calling Tavartet a bunch of hard names before I dismiss him.

About Brian Bixby

I enjoy history because it helps me understand people. I'm writing fiction for much the same reason.
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6 Responses to Magician’s Apprentice Chapter XXIV

  1. E. J. Barnes says:

    Not that it matters as much as the main text, but: “…at the mercy of an old womAn…”

  2. Judy says:

    Well, I am all caught up and likes posted. I have been so troubled with clicking likes on WordPress with my husbands iPad which I have been using when I can’t get to my computer. It seems on that device WordPress doesn’t play nice unless I use Firefox to get in. At least as far as Like buttons go. New wrinkle.

    Am enjoying this tale and its fun to watch everything unfold with each post. The plot thickens most curiously but I guess that is what is with magicians.

    • Brian Bixby says:

      I did see you run through a LOT of the chapters the other day, Judy. Yeah, that’s not just you: Apple browsers don’t interact well with WordPress, as I run into the same problems.

      Glad you’re enjoying the story. It was not what I intended to write, but then I didn’t intend to get caught up in a pandemic either.

      • Judy says:

        Yeah I could see you adding the chapters, then on one of my all nighter caregiving nights I was able to use the iPad to read straight through. I figured how to get the Like button to take but in the wee hours I tend to read and not try and type on it….then the next day forget what I was going to say!! LOL!!!

        I love all the pictures you choose to illustrate and give a sense of mood to support the story. You choose them well!! 🙂

        Happy Easter!!!!

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