“You remembered! You used to do that to me on every visit, and I never questioned it, even when I was a teenager. I loved that trick. Look, Tvrdik. I have my own now.” She held it up, beaming, years of cares falling away from her face. Tvrdik responded with an unconvincing half-smile.
Rel’s expression shifted to concern for him, “Goodness, you must be beyond exhaustion. What are we thinking? So sorry, Tvrdik. Let’s find the hero of the hour a place to lie down for awhile. I could do with a bit of a nap myself. What about the rest of you?”
And so, gathering up the blankets and cushions they had brought, along with the one cot, they all found a place to curl up by the fire, and fell asleep.
FORTY-FOUR
What Love Can Transform
TASHROTH AND CANDELINDA SOARED IN and woke them all not long after midday. They opened their eyes to a brilliant blue sky, tangible sunshine, and white, puffy clouds sailing along on a breeze from over the water. Everyone was a little disoriented by the odd schedule that had them waking with the sun at its zenith. But they were all relieved to see Xaarus actually still with them, flesh and blood, so they knew the events of the early morn were more than just some collective bizarre dream. Jorelial Rey had been half-awake throughout the morning, thinking through her options on what to do next. No one had dared to plan ahead, in case the rescue attempt had failed. But, now, she gathered her small company: the two wizards, two dragons, her sister and brother in law, the physician, and the employee who seemed more like family. She told them all that she had been considering all morning, and would very much like to give both Tvrdik and Xaarus a chance to return to full strength before being thrust into the public eye. She felt they needed rest, and a chance to acclimate to new circumstances before their days were overwhelmed with fans and well-wishers.
“So, I am asking you all to keep this news quiet for just a few days, and I’d like all of you to come back with me to Theriole, where I can better keep you under my wing. I will arrange for suitable quarters there for anyone who doesn’t already have them. Then, we’ll begin to plan a grand banquet for, say, a week from now, where Xaarus can be formally presented as returned from long exile, and can resume his post as Court Wizard. Staying at the palace will also give you two mages time to sort out what will happen with The Cottage. I am content to let you decide which of you will live there. There is always a place at Theriole for either of you. After you are presented to the people, Xaarus, I’m afraid you’ll be subjected to all sorts of public appearances and functions. I will try to keep things from getting too taxing, but, sir, you have always been well-loved here. Everyone will want a glimpse of you, or a personal moment.
“Not to forget our closest friends, who knew of our purpose here today, and would never forgive me if they did not get to embrace their old friend right away, I will host a small dinner in the private dining room this evening. I would like all of you, and your families to be there, and I will invite Verger, Lord Corbin Maygrew, Bargarelle, and Stewart of course – oh, and Mr. and Mrs. Praeger. I think that covers all the important players. Does this plan meet with everyone’s approval?”
There were nods and exclamations of affirmation all around.
“My, my. You have learned a thing or two about taking charge of a situation, my dear, haven’t you,” Xaarus called out in good humor. The Lady Regent searched his face for signs of sarcasm, but found nothing but pride and delight. A broad smile spread across her face, as she replied, “Thank you. It will be wonderful to have you back with us where you belong, dear Xaarus. I think you will find that in the most important ways, very little has changed. Ask for anything you need or desire, and we will be happy to do our utmost to make you feel comfortable, and welcome.” There was applause at that, and a few shouts of, “Hear, hear!”
They set about packing the chairs, provisions, and equipment in compact bundles on Tashroth’s back, while Candelinda took Mark and Delphine back to Theriole. Their assignment was to assure those who waited for word that Xaarus would indeed be coming, and to start making arrangements for supper that night.
Tashroth carried most of the supplies, along with Warlowe, who was a bit nervous to be sent on a dragonflight alone, but managed, nevertheless. He was to find Bargarelle and enlist the Steward’s aid in unloading everything else Tashroth carried, as well as in arranging for rooms. Rel sat by the campfire with Andrus and the two wizards, waiting the next shift of dragon transport, but enjoying the lack of urgency for a change. She realized that a very unfamiliar feeling of peace was beginning to descend on her being, now that all that she had dreaded was done, and all that she had worked for had come to fruition. The only dark spot marring her deep joy was that Tvrdik was still uncommunicative and withdrawn. He hadn’t said much of anything, in fact, all day, which was not normal for him. Xaarus was making a point of staying by his side, keeping a watchful eye on the younger wizard. Before they had packed most everything, Andrus asked if he wasn’t feeling well, and might he prefer to be strapped into the cot for the return trip? Tvrdik thanked him for his concern, and replied that he was fine, and would be more than able to travel as everyone else would. Whenever anyone tried to engage him in conversation, his answers were polite, but curt, and he offered no more than what was required. When Tashroth returned, Rel went to greet him and voiced her concerns about Tvrdik.
“He does not seem at all himself, Tash. Do you suppose he will recover with rest, or could something have gone more wrong than we thought?”
Tash blinked and felt for the young mage’s aura with his mind. “It was a taxing ordeal for anyone to have endured, only hours ago, and at the time there were moments when we were all very concerned for him. But his energy feels whole, now, and strong – in the main, recovered. No, to me, he seems more like a man consumed with his own thoughts.”
“But, how can we help him? He is so closed to everyone. This should be his most triumphant day, and yet he seems so…so…detached.”
“Let him be, dear one. Many things are changing around him – around all of you – that require adjustment. When he is ready to share his inner world with someone, you will know.”
“If you say so, Tash,” she sighed, “you are almost never wrong.”
They doused the fire with extra care, looked around one last time at the beautiful, pristine lakeshore that held so many important memories. Then Xaarus helped Andrus up onto Candelinda, climbing on after with practiced grace. Jorelial Rey found her accustomed seat on Tashroth, and reached a hand down for Tvrdik, as they had done so many times before. She waited for his accustomed comments on the discomforts of dragonflight, but they never came. Tvrdik spent the trip staring at nothing in particular, preoccupied with his own private musings.
Supper late that afternoon was an occasion of great celebration. Verger, Bargarelle, and Corbin Maygrew were all overwhelmed to be once again in the presence of their old friend. Lord Maygrew shook the proffered hand, an expression of wonder on his face, and murmured, “I never thought I would live to see the day I could do this again, old friend.” And then, he pulled the wizard into a bear hug, each thumping the other on the back. The food seemed more delicious and plentiful than usual. There was wine, and laughter, and some tears. Stewart, on the road to recovery from his battle injuries, was introduced to Xaarus as a hero.
“Wait, don’t tell me!” Xaarus exclaimed, “Why, you are far too young to be my old, dear companion, Angus.”
“Angus was my grandfather, sir, the gods give ‘im peace. He spoke o’ ye with such high regard, all of my young life, that I had no choice but to resolve never to bond with anyone but a true wizard. Thank the stars, the fates obliged me. When young master Tvrdik came along, why, we just seemed to hit it off. I’ve lived with him more than not ever since.” The dog leaned in toward Xaarus with a conspiratorial tone, “To be frank, sir, the boy needs a bit o’ lookin’ after.” And he winked at Tvrdik, who smiled that wan smile once again, as if he got the jo
ke, but simply could no longer find anything in life amusing.
“Well,” replied Xaarus, “he is lucky indeed to have found a protector and companion from such a bloodline as yours. Angus was a faithful friend to me and a wise companion for many years. I missed him sorely while I was…when I was …away.”
“And he missed ye as well, sir, and held out hope o’ yer return, until the day he died. He would be so proud to know that I am here for our family, to welcome ye back, in his stead.”
“Proud indeed, and with good reason. Good man.” Xaarus gave Stewart’s forehead an affectionate scratch.
There were plenty of reminiscences, and shocking, naughty stories about times gone by. And, of course, the stories of the recent battle had to be told in great detail, with only a little appropriate exaggeration. Xaarus was a rapt audience. Then, for the benefit of those who had been left behind that morning at Theriole, the tale of that day’s dramatic rescue had to be rehearsed, which also generated huge excitement all around the table.
“I suppose I should begin work right away on the “Ballad of Brave Tvrdik, Bold Danoral, and the Dragons Eleven!” laughed Mark, and Xaarus cried, in mock indignation, “Master bard, do you mean to say that my name won’t figure in the title? I should think I was at least some small part of the story…”
“Suit yourself,” Mark teased, “I shall try to work you in, but you realize ‘Xaarus’ is a very difficult rhyme.”
Loud laughter ensued, and Jorelial Rey picked up the thread of the conversation, “You know, Xaarus, I had grave reservations about the dragons’ plan to bring you back here. I wasn’t sure that it would work, and I didn’t think I wanted to risk the well-being of the only other wizard we had. But Tvrdik insisted. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, no matter what the risk to himself. He wanted nothing so much as to get you home.”
“There, my boy, Tvrdik.” Xaarus acknowledged, “Man of the hour. It seems I owe my return to you, and I am grateful beyond words to be here, lad. You’ve no idea. This whole dinner should be in your honor, son. Everyone, I give you my champion, Tvrdik.”
Those at the table rose, raised glasses, and repeated, “To Tvrdik.” Tvrdik, still seated, had a sort of pained look on his face, as though he had no idea what the proper response to such silliness could be.
Xaarus tried again, “Well, what say you, my brilliant, brave protégé?”
“He’s shy.” Delphine shouted, sensing disaster, and trying to help, “Shy, and very modest.”
Tvrdik rose to his feet. “Please, everyone, sit down and enjoy the party,” he told them. They did, and finding himself still standing, he spoke, at last, in a quiet, calm voice, that was nevertheless firm and clear.
“I only want to say that there is no one who rejoices more at Xaarus’ safe return than I. His absence over these last years was a great loss, both to me, and to the entire court and kingdom of Eneri Clare. That I could play some part in his rescue is a source of great happiness to me. And I toast,” he raised his glass at last, “to many wonderful years ahead of his wise counsel and compassionate shepherding, as he returns to his rightful post as Court Wizard.” Again, Tvrdik raised his glass, and the others followed suit, shouting, “Hear, hear! To Xaarus.”
Then, still on his feet, Tvrdik put down his glass and looked straight at the older wizard. In a more intimate tone, he said, “Welcome home, dear master. We have been working to refurbish your old Cottage, and are almost finished with the repairs and renovations. We have kept your library and laboratory exactly as you left it. All is prepared and awaiting your return. If you could just indulge me with a few days to assemble my few possessions and clear out, I’ll be on my way.”
Mrs. Praeger gasped, and Delphine cried out in dismay, “On your way? But, where? Where are you going?”
Tvrdik shrugged, “Why, back to my own little stone house in the ancient forest, of course. It’s been sitting empty for too long. Anyway, it’s high time I took Ondine back to her waterfall. I promised her. I confess it will be lovely to see that waterfall once again. You must all come and visit, and take a look some time.” He turned his gaze to Jorelial Rey, and smiled his old, familiar, crooked smile, “I even have my own deed to the property, now, thanks to the generosity of our Lady Regent.” He made a little bow.
Corbin Maygrew cut in, “But, I don’t understand, mage. Things are falling into place here for the first time in years. We have peace and prosperity, and you are much revered for your accomplishments.”
Tvrdik responded, his voice even, “My work is done. I was sent here by Xaarus to tackle a special mission. With all of your participation, and with fortune behind us, we have done all we set out to do. Lord Drogue is no longer a threat, Darian sits secure on his rightful throne, well represented by a brilliant and competent regent and a fine council of advisors. We have shifted the timeline and the very quality of life in the future, and we have brought our beloved Master Xaarus home. There is nothing else left for me to do here, so I should take my leave and go home.”
Everyone at the table was so shocked by the young mage’s surprise announcement that for a moment, they all sat staring at him, unable to summon words, brows furrowed, forks frozen in mid-transport…
“Nooo!” This forceful exclamation came from Jorelial Rey, who, despite how slight she was in frame, stared at him with fire in her eye. “This is no time for you to abandon me. Us. I-I mean - your kingdom has need of you. If you would rather not stay at The Cottage, you can live at Theriole, or in town if you like, or even build yourself a whole new house. But there is no reason for you to go back to being a hermit in the ancient forest.”
Tvrdik’s voice stayed level, betraying no emotion, “I beg your pardon, my Lady Regent, but I have promised at least to take Ondine home, and I mean to keep my word. I owe her that much. I believe we all do. Besides,” and here he sat down and ran his fingers through his pale golden hair, “Besides, this entire adventure has been…well…rather overwhelming for a hermit like me. Now that the danger is past, I could do with a little peace and quiet for awhile.”
Xaarus, who sat beside him at the table, put a hand on the young mage’s shoulder, “Son, I’ve had a very long time to think this over, and I was going to speak to you – all of you – about the matter in any case. I suppose now is as good a time as any…” All ears were on the older wizard, as he cleared his throat, “Tvrdik, I am more proud of you than I could ever express in words. You have proven yourself a fine and capable wizard a thousand times over. Yes, you have managed to accomplish every task that I sent you here to do, and more. But, you know, the doings of a palace, and a kingdom, are a young man’s work. I am very old, and weary. All of this knocking around between times has taken a great toll on me. I had thought, if I were ever fortunate enough to get home alive, I would spend the rest of my years in research and contemplation. I don’t think I am up to much else, despite your confidence in me, and your kind offer to reinstate me, my Lady Regent. I can’t think of any more perfect spot for that sort of quiet life than your little house in the woods, son. It is a beautiful, unspoiled place, and you did a wonderful job of making your own little corner comfortable enough. I quite understand how you could call it home for twelve years. With a few minor improvements, I think I could be quite happy there. As for my Cottage, I’m afraid it is filled with sad memories for me now. I give it to you, with my blessing. Perhaps you can rechristen it with happy ones, eh? Tvrdik, will you take your rightful place here, as Court Wizard, and allow an old man to retire in peace in the ancient wood?”
Tvrdik wrung his hands in confusion. This was unexpected. He swallowed hard, “Master, you know I could never deny you anything you asked of me, but it is you who are Wizard to the Crown. You are needed – your place is here. Everyone is expecting it.”
“That may have been so, once, my dear boy. But now, it is high time I passed the baton on to a worthy successor. I will always be near if you need assis
tance.” He clapped his protégé on the back, but the younger man still seemed uncertain, casting about desperately for another approach, another well-seasoned argument.
“Well, then, stay here and start another school. Surely you will not abandon the search for promising candidates?”
“You have a point there, but I was speaking with young Mark here, and his bride, earlier, and I believe they have some interesting plans for you if any potential students of magic do turn up. I think we can leave the school in their capable hands.” The young couple smiled, and exchanged an ecstatic look, confirming Xaarus’ assertion.
Tvrdik stood again, his eyes darting about in near panic, a little like a cornered mouse, his mouth opening and closing, but no words coming out – no more arguments he could think of to put forth. At this point, Jorelial Rey had heard enough debate. She stood up with an air of determination, stepped forward, took Tvrdik by the arm, pulled him aside, and addressed her guests, “Will you excuse us, everyone, for a few moments? We need to have a little private chat. Perhaps I can make him an offer he can’t refuse. Please make yourselves comfortable and have some dessert. I expect we won’t be long.” At that, she near dragged the hapless mage out of the room and into the gathering twilight, through an archway and around a corner into a deserted area of the palace courtyard. In fact, it was the very alcove where, not so very long ago, a ragged, bespectacled stranger had waited for hours for his first audience with the Lady Regent. Checking that they were alone, she pulled him around to face her, and with hands on hips, and eyes ablaze, she gave him a fair piece of her mind.
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