The Wizard's Curse (Book 2) by Jenny Ealey

Author:Jenny Ealey [Ealey, Jenny]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Eskuzor Publishing
Published: 2015-01-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 34

Midnight watched Tarkyn returning to the clearing with Blizzard and decided to keep clear. He could still remember the feeling of Blizzard’s boot on his chest holding him down in the cavern. He was slowly beginning to trust Rainstorm and Lapping Water who had both been in the cave when he had first gone to Tarkyn and had made an effort to take Midnight under their wings when Tarkyn was busy, but he was still wary of all mountainfolk.

Midnight tapped Lapping Water on the arm to gain her attention, then pointed to the plaited leather wristband that she wore. He mimed making one and then pointed at Tarkyn who was standing talking with Blizzard on the other side of the clearing

Lapping Water smiled and looked over Midnight’s head to meet Rainstorm’s eyes, “Do you have any leather thonging anywhere?” she asked.

“I expect so,” replied Rainstorm. He disappeared, to return a few minutes later with an assortment of pieces.

Lapping Water helped Midnight to tie off three long pieces of thonging at one end, attached it with a loose knot to a slim low branch and then showed him how to weave the three strands back and forth over themselves to create plaiting. Midnight quickly took over and became absorbed in his self-appointed task. He frequently inspected his work critically and redid any part where he spotted twists or unevenness in the plaiting.

Midnight had just been helped to tie off the other end of his creation when he felt a warning tap on his shoulder and looked up to see Blizzard walking towards them. His convulsive flick into hiding was forestalled by Rainstorm who grabbed him firmly around the waist. Midnight thrashed and twisted but Rainstorm held firm. As Blizzard bent down to hand Lapping Water a goblet of blackberry wine, Tarkyn came into view behind him.

“Oh dear. This is not the way I wanted Blizzard to be greeted,” he murmured quietly.

Even as Tarkyn sent out a wave of reassurance tinged with disapproval, much to his and everyone else’s surprise, Midnight went limp in Rainstorm’s arms. The little boy then sat himself up; his cheeks pink with embarrassment and managed to convey that he had made a mistake.

Once he had handed Rainstorm and Midnight their drinks, Tarkyn sat down and swung Midnight onto his knee.

“Thanks for looking after the young one,” he said. “Has he been trying to run off all the time?”

Rainstorm shook his head. “He’s been quite happy until now. He just got a fright, that’s all.”

As soon as Blizzard was looking the other way, Rainstorm gave Midnight a friendly nudge. When Midnight looked up at him, he nodded in Blizzard’s direction and scowled furiously. Midnight remembered that Rainstorm, too, had experienced a run-in with Blizzard and smiled conspiratorially. Tarkyn glanced at the two of them, took one look at their smiling faces and made sure he kept Blizzard’s attention directed elsewhere.

After a minute or two, Rainstorm rejoined the conversation by asking Tarkyn, “So, have you given Midnight a cup of wine?”

“No, I have not.

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