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"Ah, so the troublemaker is still with you." Then she noticed Wy
Magiere reached back, pulling Wy
Bieja crossed her arms, taking stock of the tall, hooded elf.
"Osha," Leesil mumbled, "better keep your ears covered."
Beija whacked him in the gut with her spoon. "Shut that mouth, imp."
Then a commotion began on the stairway. "Leesil!"
Little Rose nearly flew down the stairs.
Caleb descended quickly behind the girl, and his eyes widened at the newcomers. "Mistress Magiere?"
Rose ran straight for Leesil and jumped at him. Leesil hooked her underarms and lifted her with an exaggerated grunt.
"You're getting heavy!"
In truth, Rose had grown, and her muslin dress looked a bit small. Her auburn hair was thick and long-she was becoming quite pretty. Aside from her aunt's presence, this was the first mark of just how long Magiere had been gone. Little Rose ran her small fingers down the closed wound along Leesil's cheek.
"What happened to your face?"
"Fierce battles," he said in a haughty tone and hefted her higher. "I'll tell you stories at di
"No, you won't!" Magiere warned.
"Just the suitable ones," he corrected.
Caleb joined them, his back slightly bent, and he grasped Magiere's hand. "Welcome home, Mistress."
She gripped his hand with another breath of relief at that one word-home.
"Domin Tilswith?" Wy
She pushed past everyone as Magiere spotted someone else descending the stairs. He was slight-built and silver-haired, and his old gray robes sagged on him a bit.
Domin Tilswith stepped into the common room with a smirkish grin. His green eyes sparked at the sight of his apprentice.
"I received message… came right away."
Wy
Osha still hung in the doorway with the two jars of ashes in his arms. He looked about in complete loss. A pang of guilt hit Magiere for ignoring him, but Aunt Bieja closed on the young elf first.
"Oh, I don't know where my girl keeps finding your kind," she said and grabbed him roughly by the arm. "You best come have supper. No one that tall should be so ski
Even an anmaglahk stood little chance against the will of Aunt Bieja. Osha forgot to duck, and his forehead smacked the top of the door frame.
Magiere clasped the back of Leesil's head, pulling his face close, little Rose still in his arms. She settled her forehead against his and whispered.
"We're home."
Near midnight, Leesil finally succeeded in sending Bieja, Caleb, and Rose off to bed. Osha settled the jars of ashes atop the hearth.
Leesil didn't want the homecoming celebration to end, but Domin Tilswith had been "smiling" patiently all evening. The old master sage awaited a more serious discussion, particularly when Leesil returned with Magiere from unloading their packhorse, and Wy
They gathered in the kitchen around the canvas bundle on the prep table, and Magiere unwrapped the orb.
Leesil suddenly wondered where any of them would even begin to tell their story.
Chap appeared to study Tilswith's face, which grew dour and puzzled as the old man leaned over the artifact.
"This what Welstiel sought… where you find?"
"Do you know what it is?" Magiere asked bluntly.
"Where you find?" the domin repeated.
The old man's Belaskian hadn't improved any more than Osha's had, perhaps less. Magiere, Leesil, and Wy
Leesil wondered suspiciously at the dog's fixed attention. Hopefully Chap wasn't messing about in the old man's head.
Tilswith's mouth opened slightly at Magiere's mention of Li'kan, of the circlet that had removed the spike, and of water droplets rushing madly toward the orb to vanish in its searing light. But Magiere never mentioned their differing impressions of the presence that had risen in the cavern.
"Eo, ag-leak!" Domin Tilswith sputtered in his own guttural tongue. "Wy
Wy
He shook his head, seeming suddenly older. "No… But is more than simple tool, even for it power. The place found… so guard and protect it was. And secret so long. May… be… we should left it there."
Leesil flushed cold with disbelief. "After all we've been through? Sgaile died trying to help us bring this back! And you think we should've left it?"
Domin Tilswith's forehead wrinkled. "I did not understand-"
"You ca
Wy
Leesil followed her and found the young elf watching the domin as carefully as Chap was.
"Osha, it is not that…," Wy
"I believed… your sages offer safeguard," Osha cut in. "I complete my teacher's guardianship because you said sages give…"
He struggled a moment and finished in Elvish.
Wy
"Not from Anmaglahk," Osha said flatly.
"What?" Leesil asked.
"Most Aged Father wishes much for this thing," Osha continued. "So much, he set caste brother against brother. He will not stop."
"We let that woman back in the swamps get away!" Leesil nearly shouted. "You said she wasn't a danger anymore."
"Danvarfij make no difference!" Osha snapped back. "Her life, her death, no difference. Most Aged Father send others. Two moons, not more, and he will send my caste."
Osha turned equal anger on Domin Tilswith.
"Sages ca
Leesil looked to Magiere for any support.
She stood leaning with her hands braced upon the kitchen table. Her eyes went dark, and Leesil felt as if the floor had shifted suddenly under his feet.
Magiere whirled away for the back door. She slapped it open with her palm, stormed out, and the door swung shut behind her. Leesil rushed after her.
When he stepped out, she was gone. He peered along the back of the tavern and adjacent buildings, and jogged to the tavern's corner, looking about, and he still couldn't spot her. When he turned back, he caught a glimpse of white in the forested neck of land behind the tavern that shot outward into the sea.
Magiere stood there, the sleeves of her white shirt rustling in the sharp breeze.
Fresh salt air blew against Leesil's face as he wove through the birches and evergreens.
Magiere just stared out to sea with one hand over her mouth, as if too overwhelmed to breathe. She took it away as she glanced at him, and he ached inside under her lost eyes.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered. "Tilswith would take it if we asked him… but that's like tossing fresh meat into a sheep's pen to draw in the wolves."
Leesil wanted no more of this. They'd been asked too much already, and he couldn't-wouldn't-struggle for an answer right now. He slipped his arm around Magiere, gripping her shoulder, and tucked his head next to hers until their cheeks met.
"Not now," he said. "We just got home… I don't want to talk about orbs or sages or Anmaglahk. I don't want to think about any of this!"
When he lifted his head, that lost look faded from Magiere's eyes. She glared at him, her face filled with that familiar accusation for whenever he took refuge in denial.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked.
He lifted his hand to her cheek, fingers combing up into her black hair.