Magic Study

by Maria V. Snyder

  “Don’t bother. I can take care of Goel. At least he had the decency to warn me of his plans. Unlike others.” I glared at Cahil, snatched the reins from his hands and strode back to the stable with Kiki. It had been a mistake to go to my lesson unarmed. I had foolishly assumed Goel wouldn’t try to attack me while I was with Cahil. Lesson learned. Cahil should be proud, even if it wasn’t the lesson he intended.

  The next morning, I set out to find the market. I kept a wary eye on the people in the streets of the Citadel. All seemed headed toward the center square. Amazed by the number of people crowding around the market stands, I hesitated. I didn’t want to push my way through them, yet I needed to shop.

  I spotted a few of the Keep’s workers, and had decided to ask one of them for assistance when I felt a tug on my sleeve. Spinning around, I reached for my bow on my backpack. The small boy flinched. I recognized him as the beggar I had given my Sitian coins to on my first day in the Citadel.

  “Sorry. You startled me,” I said.

  He relaxed. “Lovely Lady, can you spare a copper?”

  Remembering what Irys had said about the beggars, I thought of an idea. “How about you help me and I’ll help you?”

  Wariness filled his eyes. In that instant he seemed to grow ten years older. My heart broke, and I wanted to empty my purse into his hands. Instead, I said, “I’m new here. I’m looking to buy paper and ink. Do you know a good merchant?”

  He seemed to catch on. “Maribella’s has the finest stationery,” he said, his eyes alight. “I’ll show you.”

  “Wait. What’s your name?”

  He hesitated, and then lowered his eyes to the ground. “Fisk,” he mumbled.

  I dropped to one knee. Looking him in the eyes, I offered my hand. “Greetings, Fisk. I’m Yelena.”

  He grasped my hand with both of his, his mouth agape with astonishment. I guessed he was close to nine years old. Fisk recovered with a shake of his head. He then led me to a young girl’s table at the edge of the square. I purchased writing paper, a stylus and some black ink, then gave Fisk a Sitian copper for his help. As the morning wore on, Fisk guided me to other stands for more supplies and soon other children were “hired” to help carry my packages.

  When I finished shopping, I surveyed my entourage. Six grubby children smiled at me despite the heat and searing sun. I suspected that one boy was Fisk’s younger brother; they had the same light brown eyes. The other two boys may have been his cousins. Greasy strands of hair hid most of the two girls’ faces so it was impossible to tell if they were related to Fisk.

  I realized then that I was reluctant to return to the Keep.

  Sensing my mood, Fisk asked, “Lovely Yelena, would you like a tour of the Citadel?”

  I nodded. The midday heat had emptied the market, but as I followed the children through the deserted streets, a feeling of unease settled over me. What if they were leading me into a trap? My hand sought the handle of my switchblade. Concentrating, I pulled a thread of power and projected my awareness.

  My mind touched life all around me. Most of the Citadel’s citizens resided inside, their thoughts focused on finding a cool spot or a quiet activity while they waited for the sun to set. No threats. No ambushes.

  I heard the sound of water before I saw the fountain. With squeals of delight, the children put down my packages and ran to the spray. Fisk stayed by my side, though, taking his role as tour guide seriously.

  “That’s the Unity Fountain,” he said.

  A circle of waterspouts surrounded a huge stone sphere with large holes spaced evenly across its surface. Nestled inside the sphere, I could see another smaller sphere with holes of its own. The deep green color of the fountain wasn’t veined like the marble of the Citadel’s walls, yet the stone hinted that it held something else within.

  “Marble?” I asked Fisk.

  “Jade mined from the Emerald Mountains. This is the largest piece of pure jade ever found. It took a year to get it here and, because jade is so hard, it took over five years to carve it with diamond-tipped chisels. There are eleven spheres and all of them were carved inside that one stone.”

  Amazing. I moved closer to the fountain so I could see the other spheres. The cool mist felt good against my hot skin.

  “Why eleven?” I asked.

  Fisk stood next to me. “One sphere for each clan. And one waterspout for each clan. Water represents life,” he explained. “See the carvings on the outer circle?”

  I risked getting soaked to examine the intricate lines on the fountain.

  “Mythical creatures. Each represents one Master Magician. Ying Lung, a sky dragon for First Magician; Fei Lian, a wind leopard for Second; Kioh Twan, a unicorn for Third; and Pyong, a hawk for Fourth.”

  “Why those creatures?” I asked, remembering that Irys had worn a hawk mask when she had visited Ixia as part of the Sitian delegation.

  “When magicians reach the Master level, they endure a series of tests.” Fisk sounded as if he quoted a schoolbook. “During that time, they travel through the underworld and meet their guide. This creature not only shows them through the underworld, but guides them throughout life.”

  “Do you believe that?” It sounded like a fairy tale to me. When the Commander had taken power in Ixia, superstitions and religious beliefs had been discouraged. If anyone still believed, they kept quiet and worshipped in secret.

  Fisk shrugged. “I know something happens to the Magicians during the test because my father’s seen it. He used to work at the Keep.”

  A hardness settled on Fisk’s face, so I didn’t ask any more questions. But I wondered about the creatures. Irys had disguised herself as a hawk mistress in Ixia. She wore the proper uniform to blend in with the Ixian. Perhaps she also worked with the Commander’s hawks.

  “It’s good luck to drink from the fountain,” Fisk said. Then he ran to his friends who played in the water, opening their mouths to catch the spray.

  After a moment’s hesitation, I joined them. The water tasted fresh as if laced with strong minerals like an elixir of life. I drank deeply. I could use a little good luck.

  When the children finished playing, Fisk led me to another fountain. This one was carved from rare white jade. Fifteen horses frozen in motion circled a large spout of water.

  Although Fisk didn’t complain, I could see that the heat had finally worn him out. Still, when I offered to carry my purchases back to the Keep, all the children refused, saying they would take them as promised.

  On the way back, I sensed Topaz’s worry the moment before I saw Cahil rounding the corner. My parade of children stepped to the side of the road as Cahil advanced, stopping Topaz in front of us.

  “Yelena, where have you been?” he demanded.

  I glared at him. “Shopping. Why? Do you have another surprise test for me?”

  He ignored my question, staring instead at my companions. The children shrank against the wall, trying to make themselves as small as possible.

  “The market has been closed for hours. What have you been doing?” he asked.

  “None of your business.”

  His gaze snapped to me. “Yes, it is. This is your first trip into the Citadel alone. You could have been robbed. You could have gotten lost. When you didn’t come back, I thought the worst.” Cahil’s eyes slid back to the children.

  “I can take care of myself.” I glanced at Fisk. “Lead on,” I said.

  Fisk nodded and started down the street. The other children and I followed him.

  Cahil snorted and dismounted. Taking Topaz’s reins, he walked beside me. But he couldn’t remain quiet.

  “Your choice of escorts will lead to trouble,” he said. “Every time you go into the Citadel, they’ll descend on you like parasites, sucking you dry.” Loathing filled his face.

  “Another lesson?” I asked, not hiding my sarcasm.

  “Just trying to help.” Anger tightened his voice.

  “You can stop. Stick to what you know, Cahil. If i
t doesn’t involve horses, then I don’t need your assistance.”

  He let his breath out in a long huff. From the corner of my eye, I saw him swallow his temper. Impressive.

  “You’re still mad at me,” he said.

  “Why would I be?”

  “For not believing you about being a spy.”

  When I didn’t say anything, he continued, “For what happened with First Magician. I know it must have been awful—”

  “Awful!” Stopping in the middle of the street, I rounded on Cahil. “What do you know? Has she done it to you?”

  “No.”

  “Then you have no idea what you’re talking about. Imagine being helpless and stripped bare. Your thoughts and feelings exposed to a ruthless intimate scrutiny.”

  His eyes widened in shock. “But she said you fought her off. That she couldn’t fully read you.”

  I shuddered at the thought of Roze going deeper, understanding why Cahil had claimed that her interrogation left some people with mental damage.

  “It’s worse than being raped, Cahil. I know. I’ve suffered both.”

  He gaped. “Is that why?”

  “What? Go ahead. Ask.” I wasn’t about to spare him to make him feel better.

  “Why you stayed in your room those first three days?”

  I nodded. “Irys told me I was sulking, but I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone even looking at me.”

  Topaz put his head over my shoulder. I rubbed my cheek on his soft face. My anger at Cahil had blocked out the horse’s thoughts. Now I opened my mind to him.

  Lavender Lady safe. Topaz’s pleasure filled my mind. Apple?

  I smiled. Later.

  Cahil watched us with a strange expression on his face. “You only smile at the horses.”

  I couldn’t tell if he was jealous or sad.

  “What Roze…I…did to you. Is that why you keep everyone at arm’s length?” Cahil asked.

  “Not entirely. And not everyone.”

  “Who else do you smile at?”

  “Irys.”

  He nodded as if he had expected that answer. “Anyone else?”

  My fingers touched the bump my chest made by the butterfly pendant under my shirt. Valek would get more from me than a smile. But I said, “My friends in the north.”

  “The ones who taught you to fight?”

  “Yes.”

  “How about the person who gave you that necklace?”

  I jerked my hand away. “How did you know about my necklace?” I demanded.

  “It fell out while you were unconscious.”

  I frowned, remembering Cahil had carried me to my room after Roze’s interrogation.

  “Guess I shouldn’t have reminded you about that,” he said. “But I was right about it being a gift, wasn’t I?”

  “It’s none of your business. Cahil, you’re acting like we’re friends. We’re not friends.”

  The children waited for us at an intersection. I started toward them.

  Cahil caught up. We walked on in silence. When we reached the Keep, I took my packages from the children and paid them each two coppers.

  I grinned at Fisk, and then glanced at Cahil, feeling self-conscious about my smiles.

  “See you on the next market day,” I said to Fisk. “And tell your friends they’ll each get an extra copper if they show up clean.”

  He waved. I watched the group of children disappear; they probably knew all the back alleys and secret ways inside the Citadel. That knowledge might be useful one day. I would have to ask Fisk to show me.

  Having grown up in the Citadel, Cahil probably knew the shortcuts, too, but I wouldn’t ask him. Not when he had such a dour expression.

  “What now?” I asked.

  He sighed. “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”

  “You started this. Remember? Not me.”

  He shook his head. “Why don’t we start over? We’ve been at odds from the start. What can I do to receive one of your rare smiles?”

  “Why do you want one? If you’re hoping that we’ll become friends and I’ll confide in you all the military secrets of Ixia, don’t bother.”

  “No. That’s not what I want. I want things to be different between us.”

  “Different how?”

  Cahil looked around as if searching for the right words. “Better. Less hostility. Friendlier. Conversations instead of arguments.”

  “After what you put me through?”

  “I’m sorry, Yelena.” The words tore from his throat as if it pained him to say them. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you said you weren’t a spy. I’m sorry I asked First Magician to—” he swallowed. “To rape your mind.”

  I turned my face away from him. “That apology is weeks old, Cahil. Why bother now?”

  He sighed. “Plans are being made for the New Beginnings feast.”

  Some hitch in Cahil’s voice caused me to look at him. He wrapped and unwrapped Topaz’s leather reins around his hands.

  “It’s a feast to celebrate the beginning of the cooling season and the new school year. A chance for everyone to get together and start anew.” Cahil’s blue eyes searched mine. “In all these years, I have never wanted to take anyone with me. I never had anyone who I wanted to have by my side. Yet when I overheard the cooks discussing the feast’s menu this morning, your image filled my mind. Come with me, Yelena?”

  14

  CAHIL’S WORDS STRUCK ME like a physical blow. I jerked back a step.

  His face saddened at my reaction. “I guess that’s a no. We’d probably just fight all night anyway.” He began to walk away.

  “Cahil, wait,” I said, catching up to him. “You surprised me.” An understatement for sure.

  I had believed that the only thing Cahil wanted from me was information about Ixia. This invitation might still be a ploy, but for the first time I saw a softness behind his eyes. I put my hand on his arm. He stopped.

  “Does everyone go to this New Beginnings feast?” I asked him.

  “Yes. It’s a good way for the new students to meet their teachers, and a chance for everyone to get reacquainted. I’m going because I’ll be teaching the senior and apprentice classes about horsemanship.”

  “So, I’m not your first student?”

  “No, but you’ve been my most stubborn one.” He smiled ruefully.

  I smiled in return. Cahil’s eyes lit up.

  “Okay, Cahil, in the spirit of this New Beginnings feast, let’s start over. I’m willing to accompany you to the feast as the first step in our new friendship.” Besides, the thought of going alone to meet my fellow students seemed daunting.

  “Friendship?”

  “That’s all I can offer.”

  “Because of the person who gave you that butterfly pendant?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “And what did you give him in return?”

  I wanted to snap that it was none of his business, but I controlled my temper. If we were going to be friends, he needed to know the truth. “My heart.” I could have added my body, my trust and my soul.

  He looked at me for a moment. “Guess I’ll have to be content with friendship.” He grinned. “Does this mean you won’t be so difficult anymore?”

  “Don’t count on it.”

  He laughed and helped me carry my market purchases back to my rooms. I spent the rest of the night reading the chapters Bain had assigned, stopping on occasion to think about Cahil’s new role as friend in my life.

  I enjoyed my fascinating mornings with Bain Bloodgood. Sitian history extended back for centuries. The eleven Sitian clans fought with each other for decades until Windri Greentree, a Master Magician, united them and formed the Council of Elders. I realized to my dismay, and to Bain’s delight, that I had a great deal of study ahead of me to learn the full history. And their mythology alone, populated with creatures, demons and legends, would take years of lessons to know them all.

  Bain also explained the stru
cture of the school. “Every student has a magician as a mentor. That mentor oversees the student’s learning. He teaches. He guides. He schedules classes with other magicians who have more expertise in certain subjects.”

  “How many students are in each class?” I asked.

  Bain swept his hand through the air, indicating the room, empty except for us. We sat in an open circular chamber at the base of his tower. Books lined the walls in neat piles, and writing projects covered each of Bain’s four ink-stained work-tables. The metal rings of Bain’s astrolabe glowed in the morning sunlight.

  I perched on the edge of his wide desk. Small writing tools and piles of papers rested on the top in an organized arrangement. A white seashell appeared to be his only decoration. Sitting across from me, Bain wore a deep purple robe that drank in the light. His diverse collection of robes amazed me. So far, he was the only magician I’d seen that wore a formal robe on a daily basis.

  “We are a class,” he said. “There can be up to four students, but no more. You will not see rows upon rows of students listening to a lecturer in this school. We teach using hands-on learning and small groups.”

  “How many students does each mentor have?”

  “No more than four for those who have experience. Only one for the new magicians.”

  “How many do the Master Magicians teach?” I was dreading the day when I would have to share Irys.

  “Ah…” He paused. For once Bain seemed at a loss for words. “The Masters do not mentor students. We are needed in Council meetings. We aid Sitia. We recruit prospective students. But occasionally a student comes along that piques our interest.”

  He gazed at me as if deciding how much he should tell me. “I have grown weary of Council meetings. So I have transferred all my energies to teaching. This year I have two students. Roze has chosen only one since she became First Magician. Zitora has none. She is adjusting; she only became a Master last year.”

  “And Irys?”

  “You’re her first.”

  “Just me?” I asked in amazement.

  He nodded.

  “You said Roze chose one. Who?”