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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Chapter 11, Pt. 4

Edo grinned. “Meet my mother.”

The woman offered her hand to Silay. “My name is Amata. I am glad to be able to help you all.”

“Silay.” She said her name automatically as she took the hand, though she suspected Amata already knew it. Edo’s mother nodded graciously, then went around the group and shook hands with everyone else.

Silay watched contemplatively, trying to decide if an extra person meant more help, or more work. She decided on the former. “I think we should split up. The guards are going to be looking for all of us together. If we break up, the magicians can put an illusion on each group.”

Jarlen nodded. “I agree, with an additional suggestion. We take the main road.”

“Are you mad?” Talis blurted out. “That’s the first place they’ll look for us.”

“No, actually, it’s not.” Amata looked at Jarlen with respect. “They’ll expect us to hide, not take the main road.”

“And most of the travel barriers were lifted yesterday, since the plague seems to have stayed contained around Dilest. So there will be other people travelling,” Edo added.

Riya raised an eyebrow. “And you were going to tell us this when?”

Edo shrugged. “It hadn’t come up yet.”

“So!” Silay interrupted. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “I think we should break into groups of two. Each of us paired with a magician.”

“No.” The dissenter was Talis.

Silay glared at him “And why not?”

“Because you are the only person here I trust. So whatever group you’re in, so am I.”

“You don’t get a say in this, boy.” Jarlen’s voice was gruff. “We should have left you in the cell in Sojan.”

“Actually, groups of three might be best,” Amata commented gently. “The wagon has all our supplies for the trip, and it will take one of us magicians just to spell an illusion to hide the donkey. Or at least,” she amended, “ to hide his...yellowness.”

“I’m going with Silay. And don’t try to argue.” Riya addressed the second statement to Silay, who had been about to do just that. “Every time I haven’t been with you, you’ve ended up in trouble. That is not happening again.”

“All right, then.” Jarlen looked around. “Silay, Talis, and Riya in one group, and myself, Amata, Edo, and the other. Good?”

“Good.” Heads nodded as the group agreed.

Edo looked up. “Sun’s rising soon. We need to get going.” He placed an object in Riya’s hand. “Here’s Silay’s Farst

one. And this,” he placed another small sphere next to the Farstone, “is a bondstone. I have the other one in the set. We’ll be able to communicate through them to arrange where to meet at night.” He gave a sidelong glance at Talis before looking back at Riya. “Keep them secured.”

Riya nodded and pocketed the Stones.

The air shimmered and Silay smelled magic at work. Around her, people changed. The donkey’s bright yellow fur faded until it looked mostly brown. Where Edo had been standing there was now a young boy, and Jarlen was replaced with an old man.

Riya held out a cloak to Silay. “I’ll spell it to make you look older and taller, but you are going to have to keep your face covered.

“Ah!” Amata, now also looking older than before, reached into a pack and pulled out a dull brown scarf. “Will this work?”

Riya nodded, and Silay wrapped the scarf around her face and pulled the hood of the cloak over her head. The air shimmered again as Riya casted her spell. She and Talis seemed to shrink, until they both looked like children, about 10 years old. Now both groups looked like families, rather than the odd mix of ages they actually were.

Jarlen’s group set off first, and when they were out of sight, Riya led Silay and Talis along a slightly different route to the main road.
Sorry for missing last week's post...I left my notebook it was written in at work.

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