The Mage #8 by Jean Johnson

Author:Jean Johnson [Johnson, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Yes . . . oh, yes!”

Morg slowed his footsteps. This morning, he had seen Hope briefly at breakfast before having to go down to the cove and assist the various construction projects in Harbor City, casting mass-lightening spells so the non-mage laborers could maneuver heavy rafters and other such items safely into place. He had checked all the horseless carts in use by both his family and the desalination plant workers, refreshing their transportation spells. It was a good thing he was only physically tired; magically, he’d been in top form today, not breaking a sweat even once.

“Yes, yes, just like that! That’s perfect!”

He slowed even more, hesitating outside the door. Seeing her at lunch had extended into the early afternoon, with Morganen floating yet more objects, this time all of the strange equipment she had brought across from the other world. At some point in the morning, after fixing up the old audience chamber and helping Kelly handle the problems brought before her by the populace, Hope had surveyed these three interconnected salons, double-checked to make sure no one else needed them for anything, and declared them perfect for her own needs. But then the tiffen, the light afternoon meal they had adopted for the warmest months of the year, had parted them again.

“Oh, Trevan, this is so wonderful! I didn’t even know if you could manage it, but you did!”

Morg wasn’t sure what to make of her exclamation, or the odd humming sound impinging on his awareness. He’d been forced to go off and teach his late-afternoon classes in magic. Two of his sisters-in-law, Alys and Rora, hadn’t been formally educated in spellcraft and magery before coming here, and there were five others on the island, four young students and one oldster identified over the last handful of months as mild to moderate in their magical abilities but lacking in training.

Someone had to teach them, and of all his brothers, Morganen had the widest base of knowledge, and the most free time on his hands. Trevan usually spent most of his time working with the construction crews down in the city these days; Dominor was currently overseas with his wife and new children, and the others all had their various tasks, ones which used up most of their time, their attention, and their energies. Only Morg had both the knowledge and the power to spare to teach magery to their handful of pupils. Mornings were out, as the younger four were still enrolled in the normal sort of classes, the standard education that all children were due—at least, that was the standard back on the mainland, and Kelly had decreed it would be the standard for the island.

The priestess Ora had offered her services as an instructor of foreign magics, but Morg hadn’t accepted; these were his students, and her magics were not only an unknown quantity, they were holy magics. He didn’t think it would be appropriate to teach such things before the Convocation had begun and the petition for the Gods’ protection and Patronage of Nightfall had been accepted.

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