Daughter of Magic - Wizard of Yurt - 5 by C. Dale Brittain & Brittain

Author:C. Dale Brittain & Brittain [Brittain, C. Dale & Brittain]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, General, Historical, Fiction
ISBN: 9780671877200
Google: g8faG-u1Bo4C
Amazon: 0671877208
Publisher: Baen
Published: 1996-04-01T07:00:00+00:00

III

The clouds were even heavier the next morning although the rain had ceased. Theodora settled down to her sewing almost on top of the magic lamp. “Couldn’t you try some weather spels on this?” she asked. “Nobody’s going to be able to see anything al day.”

“Wel, I don’t like to affect the weather unless it’s for something important like saving a crop,” I started. “After al, the spels can have unexpected results—” But then I stopped. Suppose Cyrus was affecting the weather for his own purposes? I felt very reluctant to try to question him any more, especialy since I was quite sure I would get no answers out of him, but the Romneys should be able to tel me if he had worked weather spels for them.

Antonia was stil asleep, worn out from her adventures. I bent to kiss Theodora. “I’m heading back to Yurt.”

She turned around to kiss me properly. “I’m very glad Antonia visited you. We’l have to do this again.” No mention of missing me but I would take what I could get. I thought as I went down the street that alowing oneself to love someone always gave that person the power, intentional or unintentional, to inflict pain. Maybe the wizards in renouncing marriage wanted to avoid any pain that would distract them from their spels.

But if so it was much too late for me. I stopped by the cathedral office and left a note for Joachim. An acolyte told me rather loftily that the bishop was much too busy to see me without an appointment, but I didn’t know if that meant that he had left orders to keep al wizards away or if he realy was very busy—I tried to reassure myself that most of the times I had seen him the last five years had been in brief interludes he could snatch from his duties.

The Romney circle of caravans was stil at the edge of town, smoke rising from their chimneys, but on this cold, raw day no one was outside, and the ponies looked at me disconsolately. I thought I saw a brown rat disappear into the grass ahead of me. But the bright blue door of one of the caravans swung open as I approached, and the Romney woman I had first spoken to a week before caled to me.

“Come to have your fortune told?”

I laughed and mounted the wooden steps. “Wizards can manage much better fortunes than I expect you can.” I’d never get the Romney children by themselves today. “Isn’t this terrible weather!” She stepped back as I ducked my head to enter.

Inside her caravan was smoky from the stove but laid out very compactly and neatly, with copper pans gleaming on the wal and al the cupboards painted blue like the door.

“Not like summer at al,” the woman agreed, giving me a gold-toothed smile. “At this rate we'l have frost! We haven’t seen weather like this since we left the Eastern Kingdoms this spring.”

“Did Cyrus help you with weather spels as you came over the mountains?” I asked casualy.

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