Chapter 454: A Beautiful Gift

Chapter 454: A Beautiful Gift

It was a beautiful day in Greymoor; a lovely winters morning where it felt like all the world was at peace, almost as if the rivers of blood spilled on the Research Castle grounds in recent days had never been. The wind was uncharacteristically warm, the sky uncharacteristically clear: perfect dancing weather, to Alexs mind.

And he and Claygon took full advantage of it.

Good! Alex complimented the golem as both fell into the third stance of the Spear-and-Oar dance, acting as mirrors for each other. The young wizard held a stout broom handle in the fifth guard, while Claygon mimicked him with his war-spear. Very good! Next one!

Both golem and wizard shifted into third position together, their feet crunching snow as they fell into the first stance, raising their hafts into second guard.

Yes! Alex said, more than pleased. Your forms perfect, and your movements are so much smoother!

Thank youfather, Claygon answered in his mind. Andthank youfriend.

As the golem thanked their nearby spectator, there was a flare of green-golden light across the snow, and with it came a warm embrace of emotion. The aeld tree watched Alex and Claygon from a few feet away, captivated by their performance. Expedition members shot curious glances their way as they passed through the courtyard, but tasks were waitingplenty of repairs on the castle and tunnels had to be doneso none could spare the time to linger and watch.

Which suited Alex just fine.

The conversation taking place between him and Claygon as they danced was intimate, not meant for every passing ear. Even if their thoughts were often exchanged through their special link, sometimes Alex spoke aloud.

but, yes, as I was saying, he thought, falling into the fourth stance. People arent super literal about their words. Sometimes they are, but often theyre not, and the more someone gets to know someone else, the less literal their words tend to be.

His broom-handle and Claygons war-spear flourished, spinning in their hands as they weaved a graceful pattern through the air. The golem spun his weapon in slower arcs than Alexs haft, but his movements had progressed in speed and ease since theyd begun their dance earlier.

He was learning quickly.

Very quickly.

Alex only hoped that hed learn the growing list of social subtleties the young wizard was trying to teach him just as quickly. Itd make things easier on both of them.

For example, remember when I said to Isolde and Thundar that Id kill them for abandoning me over the holidays? He was referencing a conversation from yesterday at the docks in Generasi. I didnt really mean that I would kill them, what kind of monster would that make me? They were going home because they nearly died in the last fight andnot surprisinglythat made them want to see their families.

...they feltlike they wanted to seetheir fathers and mothersjust in casethey diedsoon? Claygon asked, switching his grip on his war-spear from his upper arms to his lower ones.

Alex startled at the movement: hed never taught him how to do that. Thats it, buddy, you got it. If you havent noticed, we all live pretty dangerous lives, dont we? And people we know have died: so when you think about that, it makes you want tosay things to people you might not get the chance to ever say if you wait too long.

Saythings Claygon paused. Thenyou sayyou kill themthat wasnot true.

Right.

It washumour?

Right, very good!

Yousaid you didnt want them to gobut in a funny way. Not literal.

Youre getting it! Alex thought, jumping and spinning in the air, landing in second stance softly.

Claygon paused for a moment, then tried to mimic the move.

His powerful legs catapulted him through the air, his massive bulk soaring more than a dozen feetbefore he completely lost balance. With arms flailing, the golem slammed into the snow, kicking clouds of white into the morning air.

Claygon! Alex shouted, running over, feeling waves of concern coming off the aeld. Are you okay?

Imunharmed, the golem said, pushing himself to his feet with ease. Notgood at thatyet.

Youll learn, Alex said, patting one of Claygons lower arms. Youll definitely learn. You just need to be patient.

Patient the golem thought, turning to face his creator. Patiencewaitingfather, can I ask a question?

Yeah, any time, Claygon, Alex thought.

...father. You are going to make me something to speakwithsome way for me to talk out loud?

Yes, thats right.

Beside them, Alex could feel the aelds attention focusing on the two of them.

...and Idlike it to sound like something, Claygon said.

Like what?

Thegolemthe little one in the office ofof Toraka Shale he said slowly, with nervous hesitation drifting through his and Alexs link. It mademusic. Pretty music. I liked it.

Yeah, its a wonderful device, Alex agreed. Do you want me to make you something like that?

Noyes The golem pointed at his mouth. Thespeakerboxthat will let me talkcan you make it so it will make sounds like that too?

Alex smiled warmly. Of course, Claygon. Ill have it make sounds like that and any other sounds you want it to. If Shale lets me take a look at it, I should be able to base your speakerbox on that design.

Is thattroublesome, father?

Not at all, Alex said, more than pleased. As a matter of fact, Im just happy for youbut Im curious, why do you want to make sounds like that? Music and such?

Claygon paused. IId like to, father. I liked those soundsand Id like to make those sounds myself. And He looked at the aeld tree. And Id like to makemusic for themy friend. The treelikes music. Rememberssomeone singing to it.

Ah, that wouldve been Professor Salinger, Alex said. Well, then I have two reasons to roll up my sleeves and get that work done! Ill have it whipped up for you as fast as I can, Claygon. He smiled at the aeld tree. And then you can sing to our friend as much as you like.

...thank youfatherI feelwarm, Claygon said.

Oh, Im happy to do it, Alex said. I

He paused as a wave of warm emotions embraced him.

And they werent coming from Claygon.

The young wizard turned to the tree in time to see its light suddenly flare like the sun. Green-golden radiance blazed so brightly, that he had to squeeze his eyes shut, but along with the brilliant light came feelings of warmth, joy, and something more.

A deeper affection that Alex couldnt put into words.

Cries rose from expedition members in the courtyard as the aeld trees warmth became a stifling, encompassing heat. And then, it was done. The light faded to a gentle glow, and the heat decreased until it was no more than a pleasant, comforting warmth.

Fatherwhat is that in frontof you? Claygon asked.

Alex opened his eyes slowly, blinking away white spots, his pupils slowly readjusting to the light. Shock held him in place.

There, rising from the snow before him, a thick branch complete with green leaves shining like emeralds. The air was suddenly awash with the scent of spring and summer entwined, and an aura of power sparked from it.

On his finger, the ring gifted to him by Elder Blodeuwedd tingled as aeld magic reacted to aeld magic, and Alex forced his eyes away from the branch to give his full attention to the young tree.

It looked as healthy and as beautiful as ever, but with a slight change to its shape: a branch was absent from its trunk. It hadnt been cut away in a violent act with a hatchet or saw, for where the branch once was, there was now a smooth stump of healthy bark, perfect, as though it had always been that way.

Alex was overcome, nearly falling to his knees in gratitude, and he simply bowed his head. Thank you, he cried emphatically. Thank you!

Warm Claygon murmured in his mind, looking at the branch rising from the snow.

The aeld tree had granted him a part of itself.

He now had the first thing he needed to make his staff.

And it was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.