Chapter 15: Hermit

Chapter 15: Hermit

Hermit

Hemarland Island

Three Years Later

It came like it always dida tingle on his skin, faint as the brush of a moths wing.

It had been two months since the last time, and Kalen had almost re-learned how to ignore the uncomfortable lack of magic on the island. It was unpleasant, but it had become familiar, like finally getting used to breathing out of one nostril when youd been sick with a long cold.

But as soon as he felt the tingle, he remembered. He paused right in the middle of the villages central round and took a deep breath. Yes. Its not supposed to be like this. Im not supposed to be so empty.

Kalen? Whyve you stopped?

Kalen shook his head at his cousin. Lander had gone a few steps ahead of him before he realized Kalen wasnt following. At twelve, Lander had just embarked on what seemed to be a promising growth spurt, and hed taken to shaving his brown hair short at the backs and sides to mimic some of the sailors in the village. A heavy bag of flour was slung over his shoulder, and as he shifted its weight, flour dust puffed out of it and drifted away in the cool spring breeze.

Sorry, said Kalen. Just a passing thought.

Do you need help with the fish?

Ive got them. Kalen lifted both arms for emphasis, showing off the strings of fresh fish theyd just bought for the nights supper. They were heavy enough that the strings were biting into Kalens fingers and making his arms ache, but how pitiful would he look handing one to Lander when the other boy already had the larger load?

They set off toward home. Lander called greetings to almost everyone they passed. Kalen only greeted the people who he knew genuinely liked him. Past experience had proven that showing warmth where it wasnt welcome only irritated both parties.

Guess youll be leaving tomorrow, Lander said suddenly, eyeing Kalen over his shoulder.

What?

You just smiled at Captain Shunda, he said.

I did not. I would never.

You did. He looked like youd cursed all eight of his grandchildren on the spot! Youre too friendly all of sudden. That means you're in a good mood. You being in a good mood for a change means the sky will light up soon and youll be off to live on top of that rock like some kind of scrawny, ten-year-old hermit.

I cant actually curse people, you know.nove(l)bi(n.)com

Ha! Youre smiling again. Like an evil, scrawny, ten-year-old hermit.

If I wanted to punish him for being rude to me, Id just fill his boots with pig shit, said Kalen. It would be much easier than using magic.

Evil! Lander repeated merrily. Just like Aunt Shelba. We all shiver in our blankets at night, knowing youre sleeping under the same roof as the rest of us.

Kalen felt the smile on his face this time.

Lander really was in a jovial mood today. It probably had something to do with the fact that his father had promised to take him on his first long journey across the sea this year. Uncle Holv was gone right now, hauling cargo between Baitown and some nearby islands, but hed be back in a couple of weeks.

Everyone accepted that Kalen was leaving to do wizarn things. They accepted the fact that his bed would be empty and his chores would be left for someone else. But it wasnt exactly a comfortable acceptance.

His father was a little too full of worry. And, as if to make up for it, his mother was a little too full of forced cheer. Aunt Jayne wouldnt quite meet Kalen's eyes.

The climax of the evening came when nine-year-old Veern completely misread the room and told a story hed overheard from one of the neighbors about how the nicest of the hells was full of naked wizarns.

Well, at least its the nicest hell! Lander said. Then, he slapped his younger brother on the back of the head in punishment.

Kalen shot him a grateful smile.

Lander was the only member of the familythe only person in the village besides Nanuwho was always casual about Kalens magic. Kalen had taken his cousin's disposition for granted when he was younger, but lately hed begun to realize how precious a thing it was.

Later that night, Lander even wandered into Kalens room while he was reading a book by light of one of the sun crystals.

What is it? Kalen asked, setting Cantripy of the Sorcerer Brou aside. Is Iless snoring again?

Strangely enough, the youngest member of the family was the loudest sleeper. Sometimes, Lander would escape to Kalens room to get some distance from her.

Always, his cousin said in a long-suffering voice. But I came to remind you that Ill be stealing your room again while youre gone, and I want you to heat the floor. Last time you left it cold, and if you behave like that, I dont see what the point of you is at all.

For emphasis, he slapped his bare foot down on the edge of the circle Kalen had drawn on the floor in scarlet magepaint.

Kalen blinked in surprise. Its not even winter. Why do you need the floor heated?

Heat is good for backaches! Lander announced.

What are you? A grandfather? But Kalen was secretly pleased. Heating things up with a modified version of the circle from Basic Magical Practices was one of the more useful things he could do, but everyone except his mother and Nanu usually refused when he offered to do it.

Ill heat it in the morning before I leave, he promised.

No need to mention that it would delay his departure by half a day. He didnt have to do any work on the circle, since he kept it in good condition. But the ambient magic was still too low right now. Only the first threads of the aurora had reached Hemarland. Kalen had gotten better at guessing, and he thought it would be another two days before it appeared in full. And hed just finished practicing cantrips before Lander entered the room, so his own personal supply of mana was wrung dry.

Hed get the full-body equivalent of a splitting headache if he forced any more out of himself right now.

Do a good job, and maybe Ill resupply you with more food while youre up there doing magical hermity things on your rock.

Its not like Id let myself starve to death just for the sake of some practice.

Lander stared at him dubiously.

Im not a crazy person.

Of course youre not.

I only forgot to eat one time.

Just one time, Lander agreed. And that one time only lasted three days. It was a perfectly normal thing to do.