The imperial officer, or rather Marshal Stakar, leaned down and gave him a wink. “Do not worry, wizard. We will see you safely to where you want to go.”
“My thanks to you.”
The marshal laughed. “Oh no, we owe our thanks to you.”
* * *
The ocean breeze whisked cleanly over his face. The Iberian mainland was ahead.
At least I have not had one of those visions again.
The captain of the boat said, “What is a wizard like you going to do there?”
Before he could answer, the feelings of a vision hit him. Harder, but not as hard. Deeper than ever before, but not as consuming.
“Be at ease.”
In his mind. A blinding light overwhelmed him.
“Be at peace. Be at rest. I have seen what you have done. You have found My favor.”
The vision left him suddenly, his ears popping from the pressure. He was gripping the rail, trembling. He saw there, distant, a lighthouse.
“I do not know, captain.” Melaki gazed at the lonely lighthouse. “I will study. Perhaps I will operate a lighthouse during my studies.”
Yes, a lighthouse.
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