The Wizard Returns: Book Three of the Wizard Born Series by Johnson Geof

Author:Johnson, Geof [Johnson, Geof]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781483511245
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2013-11-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Jamie woke with a start when he heard the noise. He raised his hands and threw up his shield, his heart suddenly chugging like a runaway train as he bolted to a sitting position on the day bed.

“Sorry to wake you, Master Jamie.” Mrs. Tully stepped inside carrying a cloth sack in one hand, and closed the front door behind her. “I brought some eggs for your breakfast. I had to stop at the market because my hens didn’t lay enough. I’ll make some biscuits, and we have some preserves in the cellar. There may be a bit of salted ham left, too.”

Jamie dropped his shield and remembered to breathe. “You’re early. Rollie and I were going to escort you this morning.”

“There’s no need. I told Rollie that last night.”

Jamie turned when the second bedroom door opened and his grandmother came out, wearing her pale yellow robe and slippers. “Good morning, Mrs. Tully,” Evelyn said. “You’re certainly up early.”

“She wants to make breakfast,” Jamie said.

“I told you last night that we could handle it ourselves. We brought food.”

“’Tis my duty, Mrs. Wallace.” Mrs. Tully headed for the kitchen. “I need to start the fire in the stove.”

“Jamie, go help her,” Evelyn said.

Jamie jumped up and grabbed the extra logs that still sat beside the fireplace and hurried to the kitchen. While Mrs. Tully was hanging up her cloak in the corner, he put the narrow pieces of oak in the stove and ignited them with a quick spell.

Mrs. Tully walked in carrying her sack, followed by Evelyn. Evelyn said, “You know, we have a gas camp stove. It’s fast, if you want to cook the eggs on it.”

Mrs. Tully shook her head while she opened the sack. “I’ve cooked on this stove for years. No need to change now.”

“That’s an awful lot of trouble.”

“’Tis no trouble.” She pulled some flour out of the cabinet and set a wide board beside it.

“And I thought I got up early. You must’ve gotten up long before the sun.”

“I do it every day, Mrs. Wallace.” She lifted over a dozen eggs from the sack and set them in a dark green porcelain bowl on the counter, then pulled out a jar full of butter.

“If you’re going to fire up the stove, then I’m going to put on a pot of water for coffee.”

“I can boil the water for you, Gramma.” Jamie wiggled his fingers, the family sign for magic.

“The stove’s hot anyway. I need you for something.” She gestured with her head toward the door and Jamie followed her out to the main room.

She stopped beside the table and glanced back at the kitchen, then said in a low voice, “I don’t want Mrs. Tully having to get up so early for us. I want you to walk her home tonight so you can make a doorway for her tomorrow.”

Fred stepped out of the bedroom, tightening her pink robe, her red curls in disarray and her eyes half-open. “What’s all the noise?”

“Mrs. Tully is here,” Jamie said.

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