The Horn of Moran - Forman Mark L (читать полную версию книги .TXT) 📗

Alex drew the last watch, which meant that he would have to get up an hour before anyone else. He thought that taking the last watch would be hard, but as it turned out, it was both easy and useful. The early morning quiet gave him time to study his books and practice his magic in peace. Alex felt lucky, too, because Sindar had drawn the watch before his, and he would normally allow Alex to study his books while he continued to watch.

* * *

On their seventh morning away from Oslansk, Alex was practicing magic and turned a large stone into a rabbit. To Alex’s dismay, however, the rabbit ran off into the tall grass before he could change it back into a stone. Sindar thought it was extremely funny, but Alex wasn’t pleased at all.

“So there’s one more rabbit in Norsland,” said Sindar. “I’m sure there is no harm in that.”

“Well, perhaps not,” Alex agreed. “But the book says I should change things back into what they were, if I can.”

“And why is that?”

“The book doesn’t say. I suppose it’s so there aren’t too many rabbits all over the place.”

Sindar and Alex both laughed, but then Sindar became serious.

“Could you change rocks into gold?”

“I guess so,” said Alex. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just thinking that if a greedy wizard could change rocks into gold, he could make himself very rich.”

“Yes, I suppose he could, if he had enough rocks.”

Sindar smiled and looked thoughtful. “I have seen your generosity, so I suspect that such an idea has never entered your mind.”

“No, it hasn’t. But now I wonder if it would work.”

“Well, a gold coin couldn’t run away from you.”

Alex picked up a small rock and focused his thoughts on what he wanted it to be. He felt the weight in his hand change as his magic worked, and without looking, he tossed the coin to Sindar.

“A useful trick, if ever you are in need,” said Sindar as he looked at the coin. “But for me, it was better as a rock.”

Alex nodded and took the coin back. He looked at it for a moment to make sure it really was solid gold, and then he changed it back into a rock.

“You are learning quickly,” said Sindar, his tone growing even more serious. “Soon, your friend Vankin will ask you to take a staff.”

“Ask me to take a staff?”

“Whalen has not spoken to you about this?”

Alex shook his head.

“Perhaps I should say no more, then.”

“No, please,” said Alex. “At least tell me what you meant.”

“To take a staff means you are willing to accept greater responsibility,” said Sindar slowly. “If Whalen asks you to take a staff, you will be bound by wizard law and connected magically to your staff. The staff will be more powerful because of this connection, and so will you. I suppose you could buy a staff and use it, though it would not work as well.”

“How do you know so much about wizards and staffs?” Alex asked.

“I have known many wizards in my time,” Sindar answered. “I have also known many who pretended to be wizards. The pretenders are sometimes good, and some of them do great deeds. But their power is nothing— nothing—compared to that of a true wizard.”

Alex thought about what Sindar said and it seemed to make sense. In a way, he felt like he was still pretending to be a wizard—using magic as a helpful tool, but not like a real wizard would. He knew nothing about wizard law, or staffs, or the true power of real wizards like Whalen. Alex wondered why Whalen had never mentioned any of this to him before. He decided to ask Whalen about it in his next letter.

“Whalen said you might be able to help me learn to control my emotions,” Alex commented as he put his books away.

“Control your emotions,” Sindar repeated and then grinned and nodded his head.

“What?” Alex questioned, confused.

“Vankin knows things that others do not, and he has ways to use his knowledge that most would not see.”

“What?”

“He knows that I was once, shall we say, hotheaded,” Sindar answered as he piled wood on the fire. “I worked for many years to gain control of my temper, and he is telling me something about you without actually saying it out loud.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re not supposed to.”

“Fine,” said Alex, shaking his head. “Can you help me or not?”

“Help you control your temper? Yes, I can do that.”

* * *

It was just before noon on the twelfth day when the company reached the town of Ollvi. They found the tavern where Argus Goodseed had suggested they stay, and they were soon settled in.

“Have you chosen your witness?” Bregnest asked Alex, as the company sat down in the common room.

“I’ve asked Andy to be my witness,” Alex replied.

“Then you both should go and find the heir,” said Bregnest. “We will remain in Ollvi until your business is finished.”

“Even if we find the heir quickly, it might take some time for payment to be arranged,” said Alex. “Perhaps I can have the payment postponed until we are on our way back to Alusia.”

“The return of a lost bag is an important event,” said Bregnest in a thoughtful tone. “It would be best to take care of everything at once. If it costs us a few days, or even a few weeks, then that is the price we will pay. I wish that, well . . .”

“If it would aid our quest, I can hold the bag and return it some other time,” Alex offered.

“No, that would not be right. You are here, now. The bag should be returned,” Bregnest said firmly. “Who knows, but perhaps it is fate that brought us here at this time. We will not tempt fate.”

Alex nodded, and then motioned for Andy to join him. Alex decided that the best way to find the heir to the lost bag would be to ask the owner of the tavern if he knew the Cain family since the name on the bag was Jonathan Cain.

“Oh, yes, old Jon Cain,” said the man, as if remembering something from long ago. “Been a long time since he left Ollvi.”

“Do you know where we might find his family?” Alex asked hopefully.

“I expect his son is working down at the town stables,” the man answered. “His name is Tom Cain, and he helps me out now and again, but I don’t have enough business to keep him on permanently.”

“And where would we find the town stables?” Alex questioned.

“Why are you looking for Tom?” the man asked, looking at Alex and Andy sharply.

“Our business with him is of a private nature,” said Alex.

“Oh, I see,” said the man, nodding and touching the side of his nose as if he knew a secret. “Got a message for him from his old dad, have ya? Well, I hope it’s good news. Tom and his family could use some.”

“Why is that?” Alex asked, interested by the comment.

“They’ve fallen on hard times,” said the man, lowering his voice. “After old Jon left, things got hard for his family. They used to own a fair bit around Ollvi, you know, but they’ve had to sell off their land, little by little, to make ends meet.”

“Well, I believe we have some good news for Tom and his family, then,” said Alex. “So if you can tell us how to find the town stables, we’ll be off.”

The man gave them directions and wished them good luck. As Alex and Andy walked through the town, they talked about what the tavern owner had told them about the Cain family.

“I’d guess their crops failed and they’ve had to sell their lands and property so they’d have enough to live on,” said Andy knowingly. “This part of Norsland has always been poor. If Tom Cain has a family to support, he may have to take any job he can find to make ends meet.”

“If that’s the case, I hope there’s a lot of treasure in his father’s bag,” said Alex. “People who’ve had a hard life deserve a bit of wealth.”

“Perhaps,” said Andy. “But remember that there are plenty of other reasons people might have hard times. And a lot of those reasons are because people bring hard times on themselves.”

“I’ll remember.”