Zahli
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Zahli’s life is quiet, ordered, and very ordinary. She runs a magic shop with her cousin, selling the things people need to perform their spells. Now and then, she might spend an evening at the tavern with friends. That’s about as exciting as life ever gets, but that suits her just fine.
Until the day she learns that her cousin plans to have her murdered.
Forced to run for her life with only what she can carry, Zahli finds her way to the hideout of the remaining magi.
Before Wuntril was conquered by the Ladrisians, the magi were the nobles of the country. Master magicians of legendary power, they used their abilities in the service of the king.
Now, they do what they can for their people. They offer Zahli a place stay, the opportunity to train with them, even justice in her trouble with Eldra.
Magic has been her life, and now she has the opportunity to learn from the very best, people who toss magic around in a way that other practitioners can only dream of.
It’s an exciting prospect, but she feels uneasy about accepting all this when she has nothing to offer in return. However, she discovers that her knowledge of lower grade magic and even her status as a commoner, actually do give her something to contribute.
Even the magi, experts in magic, can learn from what she knows. Now, she can stay and study without feeling that she’s taking undue advantage.
But there are some among them who are planning an uprising in which they hope to sweep the Ladrisians out of Wuntril once and for all.
Twenty years ago, the infant Zahli was orphaned when her parents were killed while participating in another such uprising. Zahli always swore she would never make that mistake. Rebellion didn’t work. It didn’t get rid of the Ladrisians, and most times, it just ended up hurting her own people.
Yet now, she finds herself inexorably drawn into this one, almost against her will.
Ashley Abbiss
Hello there. I’m Ashley Abbiss. I live and write in beautiful New Zealand, where I live with one large dog, who looks nothing like Friend from my Daughters of Destiny books. She is, however, almost as intelligent and definitely as opinionated, and if she can’t quite speak in the way Friend does to Niari, that doesn’t really hold her back much!I write fantasy, mostly of the epic variety. Let me say right up front that if you’re looking for a quick read, you’re in the wrong place. But if you like a substantial, satisfying story that you can really get your teeth into, stick with me. I may have something you’ll enjoy. There’s no graphic sex in my books. If that’s what you want, you’ll have to look elsewhere. There is violence, and there is swearing, though mostly of the ‘s/he swore’ variety, nothing overly graphic or offensive. I also write about strong, independent female characters, so if your taste runs to something more macho, or something more frilly and helpless, this may not be the place for you. I’ve always loved wandering in different worlds, be they fantasy or science fiction, although lately I tend to prefer fantasy. The only proviso is that they have to be believable worlds, worlds that feel real, that have depth and scope – and they must, absolutely must be fun to visit. I read for escape and entertainment, and I don’t really want to escape from this world into one even grimmer. Trouble, tension, and danger I can deal with, what sort of story would there be without them? Where would Pern be without Thread, Frodo without Sauron, Harry Potter without Voldemort? But there has to be hope, and there has to be a light touch. Happy ever after does have a lot going for it, even if initially it’s only a very small light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. My personal favourites include Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy, Anne McCaffrey’s Pern series, and the fantasies of David Eddings, and lately, they’ve been joined by J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and a few others. Of those, David Eddings was probably my greatest inspiration.I began to wonder if I could create my own world, one just as believable and multi-layered as theirs. Could I create a world with its own history, geography, social structure, deities, and all the rest? One that hung together? That a reader could believe in? It became a challenge, one I really wanted to see if I could meet. So I dusted off my writing skills, learned a few more, cranked up the imagination, and got busy. I’d always been good at creative writing, but though I’d made a few attempts to write after I left school, none of them came to anything. That was until I started writing fantasy. Suddenly, I knew I’d come home. I quickly discovered that I’m not the sort of writer who can plan a book (or a world!) before I start. I just can’t do it. But I can create characters, and suddenly the characters took on a reality of their own and took over the stories, often to the extent that they actually surprised me. And the stories worked. Their world worked. Sometimes I had to go back and fix the odd contradiction, but mostly it worked and was very natural and organic. Even though my first attempts were pitiful, I knew I’d found where I belong. I persevered, I learned, I wrote. I discovered that the characters are key for me. Once I get them right, they tell their own story. I was away. There were dark days during which my stories became my refuge, my characters my friends. And I kept writing. There were happy times when I didn’t need a refuge, but my characters were still my friends, and they drew me inexorably back. I kept writing. And now, I hope my characters may become your friends too, my worlds ones where you also like to walk; perhaps even your refuge from dark days. Come join me in a world where magic is real and the gods are near, where beasts talk and men and women achieve things they never dreamed they could. But most of all, come and have fun! Happy reading.Ash.
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Zahli - Ashley Abbiss
CHAPTER ONE
I was feeling a bit exasperated. I’d thought my cousin was right behind me, but I’d been down in the shop for at least five minutes, and there was still no sign of her. What on earth was she doing up there? I stopped in the middle of laying out the money for giving change and stomped back to the stairs up to the living quarters above the shop.
Aren’t you ready yet, Ellie?
I yelled up the stairs. Hurry up! We have to open the shop in half an hour, and we still have those candles to take care of.
Keep your hair on,
Eldra said, appearing at the top of the stairs at that moment. There’s not that much of a rush.
Really? We had the candles to do plus all the usual preparation for opening, and we were already running late. And she thought there was no rush? I bit my tongue to hold in certain comments that I might regret later. I loved Ellie very much, but I could wish that she was a little less casual about some things.
Eldra was just about to start down the stairs when a large grey wolf pushed past her and bounded down, almost knocking me over as he reached the bottom. I managed to grab the newel post just in time.
Wodor!
I shrieked as I struggled to keep my balance.
The wolf skidded to a halt, claws scraping on the wooden floor, and spun about, eyes gleaming with mischief.
You should walk on all four feet like a wolf,
he said, seeming almost to chew his words as his muzzle twisted to form them. It’s a much more sensible arrangement. Far more stable.
I rolled my eyes. I don’t have four feet, I have hands, which are much more useful,
I said tartly. I looked at Eldra. And the day you decided it would be a good idea to make that wolf able to speak was a black day in history!
Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Zahli,
Eldra said, waving a hand as she came down the stairs. Everyone teaches their animal to talk.
Wrong,
I said as I followed her along the passage towards the door to the shop. Everyone gets us to teach their animal to talk. And they only started doing that after you did it to Wodor.
And look at what we make out of that,
Eldra said triumphantly. It’s one of our biggest money makers, and you know it.
But you don’t even need a familiar!
So?
Eldra shrugged. Who said I had to need him? I like having him around.
I sighed. Most people who have familiars have sensible ones: dogs, cats, birds, rats, things like that. Only Eldra had to have some great wolf shedding everywhere and ripping up the furniture with his claws. And she didn’t even need him. She was plenty powerful enough that she didn’t need any help with her spells.
Not that familiars really help, of course. They’re just glorified pets, really. The most they offer is moral support for the magician. Stroking or cuddling them relaxes and soothes the magician as they contemplate what they’re intending to do.
Which does seem to help a lot of people, I have to admit. It’s probably not really surprising that some firmly believe their familiar actually does help them do the magic. If nothing else, it’s better than having to admit that you’re anxious enough to need moral support.
For a moment, I indulged myself in contemplating life without Wodor. No almost being knocked over every time he moved, no having to pick up wolf fur all the time, no having to pay out a chunk of our income to feed the beast. Wouldn’t life be wonderful?
Part of me exulted in the thought. Unfortunately, another, slightly more honest part, knew I’d miss him almost as much as Eldra would. Pest though he could be, he was also a heart-stealer, and his antics were as amusing as they were annoying.
He really didn’t cost that much to feed. He did have an enormous appetite, but he mostly fed himself on his nighttime forays into the forest around the town. He did shed and scratch the floors, but he was also a very efficient guard dog, so I suppose it all balanced out and he earned his keep.
Zahli, are you coming?
Eldra called from the shop. I thought you were the one who was in a hurry to get on with this?
I jumped, realising that I’d stopped walking while I was thinking. That’s a bad habit of mine. I get so caught up in whatever I’m thinking about that I forget what else I’m supposed to be doing.
It’s earned me a reputation as a daydreamer, which I absolutely hate. It simply is not true. I’m not daydreaming, I’m thinking. That’s a downright insult, but Eldra would be dragging it out if I was any longer getting there. So now, I hurried forward.
The familiar smells of the shop tickled my nose as I walked through the door. It was a smell compounded of the rich but slightly dusty aroma of the dried herbs and spices we sold, along with the various scents of the candles and oils, combined with the smell of wood polish and a faint overlay of dust.
It was a smell I’d grown up with, as familiar as breathing. Walking into it always felt like coming home, somehow. It always lifted my heart and made me feel comforted and reassured.
Eldra and I had been raised by our mutual aunt, Glorsa. We’d both lost our parents at a young age, and Glorsa had been good enough to offer the two orphans a home. I’ve always been incredibly grateful to her for that.
She owned and ran this shop, and Eldra and I grew up right here, first playing on the floor when we were tiny, and then helping in the shop and learning the magical lore that our aunt began to teach us as soon as we were old enough.
Paradoxically, it was lore for others, not for us. Everyone was capable of magic, of course, but just like any other ability, there was a range of magical aptitude in the populace. Magic was all about imagining what you wanted to do, and then engaging your magic to make it happen.
Some magicians could toss power around at will and used it frequently in their daily lives, for everything from doing the housework and cooking a meal, to creating things out of nothing.
The best barely needed money because they could just create what they wanted as they required it. There were stories of the magi, a class of nobles who provided magical support for the old king, that were quite fantastic.
Practitioners at that level of skill were few, though, and so far above the rest of us that they may as well be a different species. And like an athlete, they had to practise constantly to remain at peak performance.
Most people found magic taxing in varying degrees and couldn’t manage too much at a time. That might be because they were less talented or just because they didn’t bother to practise, but the result, in either case, was the same: a weak magician.
For most of us, the concentration required to do anything significant became exhausting after a while, so much so that normal activities like household chores were actually easier to do the normal way and magic was saved for special applications.
In fact, at least half the population had trouble either with picturing what they wanted to do in sufficient detail or with holding that vision in their mind while they engaged their magic to make it happen.
It sounds easy, doesn’t it? Just think of what you want to do, and then engage your magic and make it happen. In practice, however, most people need a great deal of practice before they can see what they want clearly enough to instruct a spell.
A spell will give you exactly what you imagine. And I do mean exactly. In one way, of course, that’s a very good thing. We don’t really want uncontrolled magic being set loose about the place.
The drawback, however, is that you have to imagine every detail of what you want clearly, and that’s not actually all that easy to do. Most of us are rather fuzzy thinkers, and it takes a great deal of effort to get a clear enough picture for a spell to work.
Take a loaf of bread, for instance. To make one by magic, you have to know exactly what you want. That means, not just bread, but what kind. Do you want a yeast bread, or something more akin to a tea bread or a muffin, or even a flat bread? White or wholemeal, or something else entirely? What size? What shape?
How dark should the crust be? Should the inside be light and fluffy or dense and chewy? Should it be sweet? Salty? Bland? Should it contain fruit or nuts or seeds? Or should those things be on the outside?
You see what I mean? There’s a lot to think about, even in something as seemingly simple as that, and you must get every detail right or the spell either won’t work at all or will give you something other than what you intended.
Even for those with strong magical ability, getting enough detail into their mind picture is what trips people up nine times out of ten. It’s our fuzzy thinking and propensity to make assumptions that causes the problems and makes magic more exhausting than doing things the old-fashioned way.
To overcome this, most magicians use magic sparingly, and when they do use it, the majority use written spells and various aids, known as elements, to help them concentrate, build their picture, and focus their magic.
Debate raged among the experts as to whether the use of elements was really necessary, or whether it was possible for people to learn to do without them. In other words, was it due to inherently weak magic or simply a matter of learning to concentrate better and build better mind pictures?
Since there’s no way to quantify magic, it didn’t seem to be a question that would ever be answered definitively. However, there had never been a case that I had heard of where someone had been able to leave off using elements.
Not that I was aware of anyone who tried, to be honest. In fact, people generally stuck to the same type of element and proudly referred to themselves as herbal magicians, or crystal magicians or whatever their chosen element was.
There existed a whole field of literature consisting of books of spells containing ‘recipes’ for how to use your chosen elements to best obtain the result you were after. One could just follow a recipe, rather like baking a cake.
As long as you were happy to do only those things there were spells for, which still offered you a huge range since there were literally thousands of spells available, you didn’t even have to think about how to design a spell.
You just found a recipe and plugged in the values you wanted. Most spells were customisable. They gave you the basic outline, and you then added the details you wanted in the appropriate places.
There were often lists of adaptations and the elements required for each at the beginning of a book. Once you’d customised it to your satisfaction, the spell would tell you which elements to use and what to do with them. I’m quite sure that was part of the attraction. Humans are generally lazy given the chance.
There were several classes of magic: herbal magic, crystal magic, candle magic, wand magic, shape magic, written magic, and scent magic were the main ones, although there were also a handful of other, lesser-used ones. Our shop existed to supply those elements and the spellbooks to go with them.
Eldra and I, however, had never been trained to use elements. Our aunt had insisted that we didn’t need them and would become dependent upon them if we once started to use them so, although our business was selling them, they were forbidden for us.
I’ve never been sure if it’s due to Aunt Glorsa’s insistence that we not use them or just natural talent, but neither Eldra nor I have ever needed any help to do magic once we got the hang of how to cast a spell.
I admit it was a struggle at first, and we were probably later than other girls our age to become proficient, but it was definitely worth it in the end. We’ve never needed the elements that others find indispensable.
We’re what are classed as natural magicians, which simply means that we don’t need elements in order to work. The ones who do, in case you were wondering, are called elementals.
Actually, when I was younger, I went through a stage of feeling guilty that we sold elements to other people that we didn’t need ourselves. It seemed fraudulent, somehow. But eventually, I realised that the people to whom we sold those things really did need them and that someone had to sell them.
Aunt Glorsa’s shop was reputed to be the best in the region. People came from the outlying villages and even other towns to buy their magical supplies from us. They insisted that they did better magic with Aunt Glorsa’s stuff.
That was because she shared her power with her customers, although few, if any, probably realised it. Even Eldra and I didn’t learn that secret until we were about ten and proficient enough at magic that our aunt started roping us in to help.
Every item sold in the shop was ‘charged’, imbued with a little bit of magical power that contributed to the spell it was used for. No wonder people said that Glorsa’s stuff worked better. It did.
It was a tradition that Eldra and I were proud to carry on once our aunt was gone and we owned the shop. It helped to enhance the reputation of the shop and lead to greater profits, of course, but it also felt like giving back.
We were talented magicians making a living from the less able. But we were also sharing our power to make the spells those less talented magicians cast work better. That felt like a fair trade.
The shop was popular, which meant we made a decent living, and our customers got better magic. Everyone won. That seemed like a pretty good way to run a business to me. Which thought brought me neatly back to the present time.
Where are these candles that need charging, Zahli?
Eldra was asking.
Right there, in that box on the table,
I said, walking up and reaching inside. Here. You do the mauve, blue and green, and I’ll do the pink, yellow and white.
What about the other colours?
Eldra asked. Aren’t there any red, purple, orange, dark greens and blues or whatever?
Those were the ones we did yesterday, remember? I asked them to ship the lighter colours separately, so they didn’t rub against the dark ones and come out looking dirty like the last lot. It took ages to get them looking good enough to put on sale, even using magic.
Oh, right. You always have these things so organised, Zahli.
Well, I try,
I said modestly.
That was my forte. I organised the deliveries, both incoming and outgoing, kept the accounts, stocked the shelves, all that sort of thing. Eldra was the creative and social one. She dealt with most of the customers and was a wonderful saleswoman.
She also did the beautiful displays in the big bay window and in the centre of the shop that showcased this or that product or service and was most often the one who came up with the idea for a new product or service, like the one to make people’s pets able to talk.
Although having said that, I also contributed an idea from time to time, and while fewer in number, I like to think my ideas were well thought out and worth listening to. One or two of them had been very successful. Each of us had her own strengths, and we seemed to complement each other quite well.
For instance, some magicians have fairly rigid ideas about which herb or colour or scent should be used for a given application, and often look to books and readymade spells for their work. I mostly dealt with those.
I made it my business to know what was in the various books we sold. The circumstance that some magicians need elements and spells and some don’t has always fascinated me. Even now, I like to study the way other people work.
Perhaps one day, I’ll answer that burning question about whether elements are actually necessary or whether it’s just our own belief and the way we’ve been taught that makes them so.
CHAPTER TWO
But I digress. Because of that interest, I pretty well knew what was in the books, and I could almost always point a practitioner to the correct volume for what they needed and then lead them to exactly the right tools for the job.
However, there is another class of intuitive workers, for whom the identity of the appropriate elements is more fluid and often varies depending on what feels right at the time.
They still mostly use written spells, but they interpret them to suit themselves. Eldra was marvellous at helping them decide which colour or scent or whatever would work best for them.
Chalk and cheese, our aunt used to say of us. And yet, we rubbed along very well together and had grown up as close as sisters. And in the business, we made a good team, each one’s strengths complementing the other.
Working together, it didn’t take us very long to charge the new candles. After all, it wasn’t as though the aim was to fill them up with power. It was more a subtle hint, just a touch that would add that extra little spark to a practitioner’s spell. We weren’t trying to do the work for them, just help out a bit.
All each really required was a touch of the hand with our internal magic engaged and the job was done. Then, Eldra put them on the shelves while I entered them in the inventory, finished laying out the money for making change, and generally got things ready for the day’s trading.
Eldra used a bit of magic to dust the shelves, then unlocked the door and grabbed the broom. She could have swept the floors by magic, too, of course, but that was a job she liked to do herself. She said it set the right tone for prospective customers if they saw someone sweeping. It made the place look well-kept, she said.
I had never been able to decide whether my cousin liked sweeping or just liked putting on a show, but she did it every morning without fail, and had been doing so ever since she was old enough to wield a broom. Eldra seemed to take some sort of comfort from the ritual.
I had long ago decided that I was never going to really understand my cousin. But that was okay. I didn’t need to understand her to love her or to appreciate the fact that Eldra was more than happy to do things I considered the greatest chore.
I knew Eldra felt the same way about the bookkeeping and other things that I enjoyed doing. But again, that didn’t matter. We made a good team, that was the bit that counted
Eldra finished her sweeping and opened the door to sweep the dust out into the gutter. Then, she came back in, turning the sign on the door to ‘Open’ as she did so. She put the broom away, and by the time she got back, our first customer of the day was already coming through the door.
**********
Have you noticed that man?
I murmured to Eldra a bit later.
We were halfway through the morning. The shop had been quite busy that morning, but one man had stood out to me. He’d been standing around for about half an hour, but he hadn’t bought anything. He didn’t even seem to be looking at the merchandise.
Instead, he just stood there watching as people came in and made their selections. Which would have been fine if he hadn’t looked as though he had a bad smell under his nose. I mean, if he didn’t like the shop, why didn’t he just leave? The door was right there.
What man?
Eldra asked.
That one who just stands there, sneering at everyone. I’ve been watching him and he’s intimidating some of the customers. I’ve seen several looking at him sideways, and some have left without buying anything. We could do without him driving our customers away, especially since he doesn’t seem interested in buying anything himself.
Hm, I had noticed him, but I hadn’t noticed that. I think I’ll go have a word with him.
So saying, Eldra headed straight across the shop to where the man was standing. I tried not to cringe. She was a lot more confrontational than me, and I hated it when she did that.
Can I help you?
she asked boldly.
I hardly think so,
the man said, wrinkling his nose as he looked around.
Right,
Eldra said. I’ll leave you to sneer at the merchandise in peace, then.
She turned briskly about and stalked back to the counter.
Eldra!
I hissed, horrified.
What?
Eldra said. I’m supposed to stand here and watch him behave like that in the middle of our shop and not say anything? It’s downright rude. If he doesn’t like what we sell, why is he here in the first place?
Sh! He’ll hear you.
So what? If he wants to come in here being rude, that’s his lookout.
He’s coming over!
I whispered in panic.
You ladies run this shop?
the man asked briskly, striding up to the counter.
Yes,
Eldra said.
I was told a woman named Glorsa lived at this address,
the man said.
Glorsa was our aunt,
I said. She used to own this shop, but she died just over a year ago.
Dead?
the man said, seeming somewhat discomposed. May I ask how she died?
Personally, I thought that was a bit rude.
It was an accident,
my cousin said. She liked to walk along the cliff path outside of town, and she must have slipped and fallen.
Her face tightened slightly. The edge is unstable, and dangerous if you get too close. She must have stepped too near without realising.
And she ran this shop?
the man asked, looking about with that sneer on his face again.
Yes,
Eldra said flatly. Why shouldn’t she? She had to have some way to make a living. Do you have a problem with our shop?
No, no, of course not,
the man said hastily. I was just asking.
Right,
Eldra said coolly. Well, now you know. Glorsa owned and ran the shop until her death. Now it belongs to Zahli and me.
I wasn’t aware that she had any children,
the man said.
She didn’t,
I said shortly, beginning to be annoyed by his questions. He obviously hadn’t even listened to what I’d said before. We’re her nieces. My mother was her sister, and Eldra’s father was her brother.
There might have been a tiny bit of ‘what the hell business is it of yours?’ in my tone. This man was nothing if not nosy.
Illeka and Tonnis?
the man asked sharply.
I blinked. How did this man, who I was quite sure I’d never met before, know my mother’s name? Especially considering that she’d been dead for over twenty years.
Yes,
Eldra said, sounding just as startled as I felt.
There was a bit of an awkward silence, which was broken a moment later by the door of the shop opening and one of our regular customers rushing in. He was a farmer from out of town a little way, and he was panting as though he’d run the whole way. Although his mule was standing outside at the hitching rail, so I knew he hadn’t. He must just be upset.
Oh, Miss Zahli!
he cried, hurrying across the shop. I hope I’m not interrupting anything important, but I have a cow who’s struggling to give birth, and I need to cast a spell to help her. Times are tough at the moment, and I can’t afford to lose a cow and calf both, but I can’t find the right spell in the book I have. Do you have anything that would help?
I hurried out from behind the counter. You’re a crystal magician, aren’t you?
I said as I began to lead the way to the shelves where the spellbooks were kept.
Yes,
he said, nodding happily. All my family are: father, grandfather, great grandfather, and on back. Generations of lore, we have.
I nodded. See what I mean about people being proud of what kind of magician they are? It’s part of their identity.
I’m pretty sure I have just the thing,
I said. I just have to remember which book I saw it in.
I walked up to the shelves and called on my magic to levitate the two books I wanted down from the high shelves where the crystal magic books were stored.
I can never get over how you and Miss Eldra do that, Miss Zahli,
my customer said, shaking his head as he watched the volumes float down through the air and settle on the small table we kept for just this purpose.
Just a different way of working,
I said casually. Now, let’s see.
I grabbed the first book and began to leaf through it. I didn’t see what I was looking for, so I turned to the other one. And here we are,
I said. ‘A spell to ease birth’. That should do the trick.
I would imagine so,
the farmer said.
I engaged my magic again to make a copy of the spell for the customer. That was most often how we sold our spells. We did sell books, quite a few of them. Almost every household had a least one covering the basics, and some people had large collections of spellbooks. But books were expensive, and few of our customers could afford to buy a whole new one just for one spell.
One silver,
I said as I handed it over. You’d better check that and make sure you have everything you need before you leave.
Oh, yes,
he said, eagerly perusing the spell. Jet, clear quartz…I don’t have any green agate, and I don’t believe I have any bluestone. The rest I’m okay for.
I have those right here,
I said, crossing to the crystal display and selecting the appropriate stones. Hire or buy?
Hire, please, Miss Zahli,
he said.
That was something we could do with things like crystals. They tended to be expensive compared to herbs or coloured ink and things like that, but of course, the upside of that was that they could be reused.
So, to save our customers from having to fork out a lot of money on a crystal they might only need once, we hired the less commonly used ones out by the day. Purists claimed that they didn’t work quite as well as a crystal one was familiar with, but they obviously worked well enough, because hiring was a popular option.
So much so that Eldra and I made more out of hiring them than we did out of selling them outright. Magicians would generally have a collection of those crystals they used most often and then hire the rest as needed. I led my customer back to the counter and wrapped the two crystals up for him.
That’s two silver,
I said.
I took the money and placed it in the box under the counter where we kept the day’s takings.
Don’t forget, the stones have to be back by this time tomorrow, or it’ll cost you another day’s hire.
I grinned. Besides, I’m interested to know how you get on, and to know that the calf is safely born, and it and the cow are both doing well.
I won’t forget, Miss Zahli. Thank you.
My customer left, and I turned back to the counter.
What happened to Mr Nosy?
I asked, looking around.
He left,
Eldra said. He looked really startled when you levitated those books down, and then he turned around and rushed out of the shop.
Why?
I asked, eyebrows rising.
Eldra shrugged. You know as much as I do.
I shrugged. Maybe I scared him off,
I joked. I’m not surprised that he was astonished to see me do real magic. I got the distinct impression that he thought because we run a shop for elemental magicians, we must be elementals ourselves. And it was quite obvious that he looks down on elemental magicians. Snob.
Well, he’s gone now, and hopefully, he won’t be back,
Eldra said. Weird that he wanted Aunt Glorsa after all this time. He can’t have known her that well, surely, or he’d have heard that she was dead.
I don’t know,
I said. How did he know the names of both our parents if he didn’t know her well?
Yeah, that is strange,
Eldra said thoughtfully.
There was no time for further discussion because we had a sudden influx of customers, and we were both kept busy for the rest of the morning. I ended up stuck with one woman who usually dealt with Eldra, and I’m quite sure she palmed her off on me deliberately.
The woman in question was a candle magician who worked intuitively. That meant she chose the colours of the candles she wanted to work with according to whether she felt they were right for the task, not because some recipe or theory stipulated that that colour was for this purpose.
CHAPTER THREE
Intuitive working is one of the main arguments put forward by those who believe that elements aren’t really necessary, that it’s only that the magician believes them to be necessary that makes them so.
They point out that if a pink candle works this time and a green one the next in the same spell, it means the colours really have nothing to do with it. And this, they say, proves that elements aren’t necessary.
I’m not sure how I feel about the whole argument, to be honest. I can see their point about the colours, although the difference in choice of colour, in my experience, is never that extreme, for one thing.
A practitioner might exchange a green candle for blue, yellow or perhaps even a blue-violet, but not for something as extreme as pink. Most times, they’ll merely go for a particular shade of the required colour.
And the theory tends to regard the emotional reliance on elements as neither here nor there, but from what I’ve seen working in the shop for years, it’s actually crucial.
Whether it’s really a law of nature that some magicians require elements to make their magic work or not, the simple fact is that, as long as they believe they do, then they do. And that’s all there is to it, as far as I can see.
One can theorise all one wants about these things, but that doesn’t change the reality. And the reality for many magicians, possibly the majority of them, is that without the right elements, they can’t do magic.
But anyway, this particular woman was a nightmare. She’d decided she needed a blue-green candle. Not blue, not green, but between the two. None of which we had in stock. People tended to prefer definite colours for their spells, not in-between ones, and we weren’t going to bother stocking colours that didn’t sell.
I nipped out the back on the pretext of looking through the stock and created one. I was quite proud of myself as I presented it to her, but she informed me rather snippily that it wasn’t the right blue-green. She was very sensitive to the vibrations of colour, and she couldn’t possibly work if she didn’t have just the right colour.
I tried to get her to describe the colour she wanted, thinking I’d ‘have another look in the stockroom’ and ‘find’ it for her. But her replies were vague to the point where I began to suspect that the only thing she was really sensitive to was the opportunity to dramatise herself.
After wasting a good twenty minutes on the silly woman, I returned to the stockroom, created six candles in every shade of blue-green that I could think of, from aqua to the deepest teal and from bluer to greener, and then presented them to her.
I informed her quite firmly and just a little tartly that these were all that were available, and if they didn’t suit, she’d have to go elsewhere. I also suggested that maybe she could use two candles in different colours instead of one. The combination, I said, may be the way to get just the right colour vibration.
I then left her making up her mind (hopefully!) and stomped off to serve another customer, trying desperately to get my temper under control. The woman was beyond irritating, but it wouldn’t do for that to spill over to some other completely innocent customer.
An hour later, everyone was suddenly gone, and the shop was empty again except for Eldra and me. We quickly locked up before anyone else could turn up, turned the sign on the door, to ‘closed’, and headed upstairs to grab some lunch.
You gave that horrible woman to me on purpose, didn’t you?
I demanded once we were seated at the table with our food.
Eldra snickered. I must say, you handled her very well.
I glared. If she thought tossing me a compliment was going to make it all right, she had another think coming.
Oh, don’t be like that, Zahli,
Eldra said. We were run off our feet. What was I supposed to do? I don’t get to choose who comes into the shop when.
That had nothing to do with it, and you know it,
I said.
I wasn’t about to let her away with this. Eldra can be a bit domineering, and she’ll walk all over people if they let her. I’m more retiring. I prefer negotiation to confrontation.
But growing up with Eldra had quickly taught me to stand up for myself. If I didn’t remind her now and then that I wasn’t her doormat, I’d have no life of my own at all.
All right,
she surrendered. I’m sorry. It’s just that I knew she always takes an age, and I had four other intuitive workers waiting to be advised, so I thought if I gave her to you, that would be about even.
I thought that over for a few moments, but honestly, having dealt with the woman, I could see her point. Grudgingly, but I could see it.
I was thinking about that guy who came in looking for Aunt Glorsa,
Eldra said, apparently feeling that it was time to change the subject.
Oh?
I said, concentrating on my food.
Yes, I wondered if he maybe had something to do with the Freedom Fighters, you know. That would explain how he knew both our parents and Aunt Glorsa. They were all in that, weren’t they?
The Freedom Fighters?
I asked. They’re all dead, aren’t they? The Ladrisians cleaned them out twenty years ago when they crushed all resistance. That’s why we’re in the straits we are now.
Aunt Glorsa was still here until last year,
Eldra said. I imagine there were a few others who got away, too.
Yeah, but I don’t think Aunt Glorsa was ever really an active part of it, was she? I know the Ladrisians hunted down and killed anyone who stood up to them.
I don’t know. But she knew all about it, so she must have at least been on the edges of it. Maybe this guy was, too.
I shrugged. Whatever. I don’t suppose we’ll ever see him again, so I can’t see that it really matters.
Eldra gave me an exasperated look. You’re so parochial, Zahli. Aren’t you even curious?
Not really. I can’t see anything to get excited about in an old acquaintance of Aunt Glorsa’s turning up looking for her. And there’s no need to be insulting.
Sorry,
Eldra said in that tone that meant she wasn’t at all.
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