The Acolyte and the Amulet by John Gorman

Author:John Gorman [Gorman, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-22T22:00:00+00:00

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After it had been settled, the archmages moved forward with their business. Glanzing and Vigo were relieved for the moment, and Harberk offered to show Luma around Goatswallow Hills. She would have preferred a tour from Belpatha, but the Archmage had something else to tend to, and this actually may have worked in Luma’s favor.

Harberk was quite different when apart from the archmages. He was more personable and less imposing. His calm way of speaking invited questions. Luma wanted to take advantage of Harberk’s knowledge, though he seldom answered directly, which forced Luma to gather her understanding through her inner sage. He never mentioned, which order he had been a part before becoming a Pōgist, nor did he give any opinions about the other orders.

They passed a room where another acolyte was working with his mentor. The acolyte stared blankly at Luma and continued what seemed to be an exercise in spellweaving.

Much as she was curious to see the result, Harberk led her onward. She wondered where the others were stationed, but Harberk was not taking her on a grand tour to see how she stacked up to all the competition.

She imagined Nask would’ve challenged her every chance he could. He seemed that kind of mage. Belpatha would probably have challenged her too, but it would have come directly from her and not with another acolyte.

Before she had the chance to fully soak it up, the tour was over, and Harberk dropped her off by her room. He was already on his way before she could thank him. She planned to talk with him more when they had dinner that night.

She had time to freshen up and rest. Glanzing and Vigo were across the hall, taking naps. Luma, however, was restless and still very curious about the castle. More so since Harberk had given her a taste. She went exploring, examining helmets, chainmail, and shields. The wizards weren’t a warrior class, but many crowns had sought their charms and enchantment, and the greatest wizards had gone on to serve the greatest kings. Some had even gone on to become kings.

Luma studied the crests on the shields, all the brilliant colors. Some of the armor had been battle-worn. She could tell things beyond the blows and piercings. Legends revealed themselves to her, and especially the untold tales that never made it to the scrolls.

Now that her telepathic skills had become amplified, she wanted to learn more. She prowled the halls like a walking sponge. Everything seemed intent on sharing with her. The walls especially seemed eager to talk to her, or more apt, those that had once passed the hallowed halls of Goatswallow Hills seemed keen on communicating with Luma.

She was exploring the back hallway on the top floor when she noticed that a hatch to the middle tower was ajar. She climbed up the hanging ladder and found a young lady, not much older than her, perhaps a year or two at the most, peering through a telescope.

“Who goes there?” The young lady said.

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