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"For what you're asking, I'd have to charge seventy five golds for everything," Kraegan says.
Sighing, he knew it would come to this. He begins the haggling process and eventually works him down to fifty three. "I have forty golds on me," he tells the blacksmith. "I can give you the rest upon delivery of the box."
"Agreed," the smith says as he leads him over to a table where they count out the coins. Once the count is agreed upon, he asks, "Do you have the crystals with you?"
James removes the five crystals from his pouch. "Now, there can be no flaw in the crystals," he insists. "And they must be centered in each of the sides as well as the top."
"I understand," the smith tells him. "Don't worry, we'll take care of it for you."
"Thank you," he replies. "If you can get it done by the end of the week, I'll throw in another ten golds."
"Doubt it," says the smith, "but we'll see what we can do." The smith takes the golds and the crystals into the building adjacent to the forge area.
"Back home?" asks Jiron.
"Yeah, I've got a lot of work to do before the chest is done," he tells him.
As they're riding back and after they've left town, Jiron asks, "Is it for the Fire?"
Nodding, James replies, "Yes, and I'd appreciate you not saying anything about this to anyone."
"No problem there," he a.s.sures him.
They see four people standing at the end of the lane to The Ranch, three women and a man. Uther, Illan and Jorry are standing there barring their way.
"He's not here," they can hear Illan's voice telling the people.
At the sound of his approach, they all turn toward him. He can see relief evident upon Illan's face at seeing him returning.
"Is that him?" a lady with a red hat asks the man she's with.
"I think so," the man replies.
The other two ladies both back up a step, their eyes never leaving him.
"What's going on?" James asks as he comes to the group.
Everyone starts talking at once, finally Illan's voice roars over everyone else's. "Enough!" he shouts and everyone stops talking. Turning to James, he says, "They've come to see you, but they wouldn't say why."
The lady with the red hat steps forward though she's obviously nervous about approaching him. He sees her and asks, "Yes?"
"We were told you could help us," she replies.
"Who told you that?" he asks incredulously.
"I don't rightly remember his name," she tells him. "You see, I need a charm for my daughter here," she says as she brings forward a comely looking girl of about fourteen. "You see, she's infatuated with the butcher's son but he has his eye on another."
"Despite what someone may have told you," he says to her, "I don't do charms or anything else like that." When he sees the disappointment on her face, he softens his voice and says, "I'm sorry."
The girl seems almost on the verge of tears, he dismounts and comes to her. "You shouldn't need a charm to ensnare a man's heart, your beauty should be able to get you anyone you desire," he says. "Where I come from, the girls don't rely on magic, but on their own charms and abilities. There's a saying where I come from, 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach'. Maybe you should try to impress him with your charm and cooking abilities. Find out what he likes to do and tell him how well he does it, how impressive he is, that sort of thing. You'd be surprised how much you can turn his head with the simplest things."
"Do you think so?" she asks, hope springing to her eyes.
"Never know until you try," he tells her. "Besides, if this boy is blind enough to not want one such as you, then he's probably not worth your time anyway."
She gives him a shy smile and says, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replies and then gets back up on his horse. To the mother, he says, "A good day to you ma'am."
As he goes by Illan, he leans over and whispers, "Keep them out."
Illan gives him a brief nod.
Turning to Jiron he says, "Let's get back. Still lots to do."
"You got that right," he tells him.
He glances back to the end of the lane after riding a dozen yards and he sees that Illan has moved them along. The man and the ladies are walking back toward town. This could get irritating. No wonder all the stories of mages and wizards always have them living in far away and inhospitable places. Probably move there just to get away from this sort of thing. This could get irritating. No wonder all the stories of mages and wizards always have them living in far away and inhospitable places. Probably move there just to get away from this sort of thing.
Before reaching the house, Sean the master builder comes over from the construction site and waves him down. Slowing down, he says to Jiron, "You go on ahead and I'll be up shortly."
"Alright," he says as he continues on while James stops and talks with the builder.
"Sir, if you have a moment?" Sean asks. He's the one who's overseeing the entire construction project.
"Sure," he says as he gets down from his horse. Holding the reins in his hand, he follows him over to where the house is being constructed.
"The cistern you wanted us to put in on the second floor is going to need more support than we had originally antic.i.p.ated," he says.
James ties his horse to a wagon parked nearby loaded with lumber and other building supplies while he follows Sean within the skeletal construction.
He shows him where the additional support beams are going to need to be placed. "I'm afraid it will shorten your reception area by a foot, but I don't think we have a choice," he says.
"Very well," he tells him. "If we need to sacrifice a foot, so be it."
"It won't be completely wasted, however," he explains. Bringing him closer, he shows where the pipes are being set to allow the water to flow from the cistern above to a smaller tank below. "We can reroute the pipes to run within the new support area, so will save some room there."
"Good thinking," James says, agreeing to the idea.
"Never seen anyone do this before," he tells him.
"Well, the idea is to have water in the house without having to go outside to fetch it," James says. He had to explain this several times before Sean was able to understand the rationale behind it when he first started the construction project. He wanted at least partially running water, and a way to heat it for baths in the winter time.
"Other than that, we're running right on schedule," he says. "We should be able to finish the main house by fall and the rest before Solstice."
"Excellent," comments James. "You're doing a great job."
"Thank you sir," Sean replies.
James leaves him to his work as he goes back and retrieves his horse. The barn not being too far, he decides to just walk him over to it. Jiron has already taken care of his horse and has gone to the house by the time James enters the barn. His is the first stall, being master of the house definitely has its perks. Of course in the winter time, he may want the last stall to be as far from the cold as possible.
The sound of Roland splitting more firewood can be heard while he removes the saddle and tack. A quick brushing and his horse is set. Leaving the barn, he checks in with Ezra and finds lunch still an hour away so he heads over to his workshop.
The ruined workbench has been removed, probably chopped into kindling. Not good for much else now anyway. Inside he takes out another of the crystals and sets it on the workbench before him. The spell he applied last time had worked beautifully, as long as there isn't another crystal in close proximity.
Maybe I could incorporate a 'signature' of some kind within each of the crystals that would prohibit another from leeching from it. If so, that would solve the problem.
He finally comes up with an idea. When the crystal feels a drain on it, it will send a signal to the source. Each crystal will be set up to recognize that signal and when they receive that signal from a source of power they're attempting to leech from, they'll stop.
When he has it set in his head exactly what he wants to do, he releases the magic. The crystal on the workbench before him begins to leech from him. He again sees the now familiar red glow that will eventually deepen into a crimson color.
Allowing the crystal to leech power from him for a minute, he then sends the signature signal to tell it that it shouldn't leech from him. And sure enough, he feels the leeching abruptly stop. The glow within the crystal stops growing and remains constant. Without the primary source from him, there's not very much else close at hand to draw from.
One of the many flies in the area lands on the crystal and James watches in wonder as it seems to shrink in on itself and then stops moving. Reaching his fingers to it, he discovers it has died. All its magic has been sucked from it.
Maybe magic isn't just magic, but the world's life force? And when a living thing loses all of it, he dies? May have to keep that in mind.
He reaches down and pulls out another of the crystals out of the sack. Flicking the dead fly off the one sitting on the workbench, he picks it up and then heads outside. Moving away from the buildings, he enters the forest and walks further into it another dozen yards or so before stopping.
For his next experiment, he doesn't want to be too close to anyone or anything. He sets the crystal that's already glowing on a stump and then walks over to a fallen log several feet away and sets down the other crystal.
Backing away to a safe distance, he casts the same set of spells on the new crystal as he had on the previous one. When he's done with the spells, he watches as the second crystal begins to glow. At the first feeling of it leeching from him, he sends the signal telling it not to leech from him and in a moment, it stops.
He watches the two crystals for several minutes, until neither seem to be behaving erratically as the two earlier had just before they exploded. It worked! It worked! Grinning to himself, he turns to leave the forest. He'll come back tomorrow to see what's happened, he needs to find out the effects of leaving them active for a prolonged time. Grinning to himself, he turns to leave the forest. He'll come back tomorrow to see what's happened, he needs to find out the effects of leaving them active for a prolonged time.
Back at the house he finds lunch almost ready so he washes up and goes into the front room to relax until it's ready.
Illan comes in through the front door and sees him sitting in his favorite spot by the window. "I've left Uther and Jorry out by the road," he tells him. "We may have to have a permanent presence there to keep people away."
"More showed up?" he asks him.
"You could say that," he says. "A bunch of kids who heard you were here wanted to come and 'see' the mage. Like it or not, you're attracting a lot of people."
"Maybe we could sell souvenirs," he says, jokingly.
"Souvenirs?" he asks.
"It's something people can buy to remember coming here," he explains. "Maybe we could make a shirt that says, 'I came to see the mage but only got this lousy shirt'." He starts laughing at the picture of a farmer wearing it as he leads a team of plow horses.
"Maybe," he says, actually sounding interested.
"No!" James blurts out. "I was just kidding. We start doing something like that and they will flock here from all over. No, we will turn them away nicely, if we can."
"Okay, you're the boss," he says with a smile.
About that time, Ezra calls them in to the dining room for lunch. "Where's Miko?" he asks as they get up to go eat.
"I have him monitoring the smokehouse," Illan replies. "Have to make sure the fire stays constant so the meat smokes evenly and cooks just right."
"I bet he loves that," comments James.
"Actually, he's been very interested in the whole process," Illan tells him.
They sit down to a quick meal of cheese, bread and some meat off the carca.s.ses they've been smoking. James savors the smoky quality to it.
James slices off two pieces of bread and makes himself a sandwich. Everyone else has begun to copy him ever since the first time they saw him do it. They like the idea they can make it anyway they choose from the selections Ezra has prepared.
It being so hot, James has been trying to remember how his grandparents had made homemade ice cream, but hasn't had any luck. He usually showed up about the time to crank the handle. Once he asked his grandparents why they didn't just buy an electric one, they said it never turned out as good.
After lunch, he returns to where he left the crystals and Jiron decides to tag along. When they get there, they find both of the crystals have reached a deep crimson glow. Also, around each is an almost perfect circle of wilted vegetation.
"It's just like back near those skull pyramids," observes Jiron.
"Yes, it is," agrees James. A quick look shows that the degree of withering is greater among the vegetation closest to the crystal. Both crystals seem to have a radius of about four feet. Outside that area, everything looks normal.
"What're they doing?" asks Jiron.
"Rather not say, if you don't mind," counters James. Glancing at Jiron, he can see the confused look on his face. "It's just that, what you don't know can't be tortured out of you."
Nodding, he says, "I understand." Then in a whisper he asks, "The Fire?"
"In a way, but that's about as much as I'll tell you," he says. Each of the crystals has several dead bodies of insects upon and around them. Gonna have to slow down the rate of leeching so as not to alert anyone who may pa.s.s by that something is going on. Gonna have to slow down the rate of leeching so as not to alert anyone who may pa.s.s by that something is going on.
As James turns to go, Jiron asks, "Are you just going to leave them here?"
"I'll check back on them in the morning," he explains. "I want to see to what extent the wilting will increase in that time, if it does at all."
"I see," Jiron says as they work their way back to the main house.
Throughout the rest of the day, James stays in his workshop and fine tunes the spells he's been using on the crystals. Over the course of the afternoon, he's been able to reduce the rate of leeching to only a minimal amount.
During one such experiment, he wonders what would happen to the crystal should the spells be removed from it while it held power. Not willing to risk further damage to his workshop, he takes one of the crystals out into the forest, far from where he'd left the other two earlier.
Setting the crystal down on the ground, he backs away thirty feet and cancels the active spells. Nothing happened, and the glow remained constant. He leaves it where it is and plans on coming back to it sometime in the morning to see whether or not the glow will still be there. See if it loses power over time.
Ezra soon calls them in for dinner and afterward they settle into the front room. Most evenings they spend here, swapping stories, some true others highly suspect. Occasionally one will sing a song but for the most part, they just use it as a chance to wind down after the day and spend time together.
James is usually one of the first to bed, the efforts of the day's experiments often leave him feeling drained and exhausted. The leeching of the crystals takes a lot out of him, at least he's found a way to shut off the leeching so as to preserve his own reservoir of power.
He lies in bed listening to the others who've remained out in the front room. They quiet down for his sake but he'll be glad when the other house is built and he can have his privacy. The last thing he hears before falling asleep is a story Uther is telling about how he and Jorry had taken a job to escort this princess and...
Bwaaak!
A noise from outside wakes him up. At first he doesn't even realize he is awake until he hears the chicken squawk again. d.a.m.n those chickens! d.a.m.n those chickens! Turning over, he tries to go back asleep. Turning over, he tries to go back asleep.