Chapter 43: The Sixth

Chapter 43: The Sixth

The boat that arrived in Granslip Port at sunset was unremarkable. It was a fishing vessel, large but not large enough to be considered a ship, especially not in comparison to its nearest neighbor at the docksa freighter that floated high in the water, its massive hold hungry for the cargo of grain it should have been filled with more than two weeks past.

Some numbers were wrong. Somehow.

In a country that had supplied its neighbors with their bread and beef for more than a century, this year the numbers were not right.

The harvest had been poor. Everyone knew it. But the storage warehouses were emptier than they should have been. Wagons from the central farmlands that had been promised had not come in. The winter line, marked on the walls of the silos in Circons capital, had not been reached.

And so ships here in Granslip Port and on the eastern coast in Tothsport sat empty.

Or they turned and sailed away.

The fishermen and fisherwomen from the new boat heard whispers of this as they made their way into the city. They were far stranger than the ship theyd come in on. Six of themthree men and three women. They wore the clothes of their profession, rough working garb. But their faces were unweathered by sun or wind. Their hands didnt bear the scars of those who worked with nets and lines.

If someone had paid close attention to them, they might have noticed. But this was not a day for regarding new faces with suspicion. It was the winter solstice. The darkening streets were alive with festivities despite the rumors, and solstice lanterns were being lit in windows all over town.

Stop staring south with that look on your face, Matthew, a dark-haired man said harshly to the youngest member of the group.

Dont bother the boy about it, said a woman. What harm is there in looking?

Im almost eighteen, said the one they called Matthew, glancing again toward the south with eyes the color of honey. Hardly a boy.

Lets talk of something else, lets talk of something else, said another man in a placating voice. Weve had an uncomfortable trip to get here, but theres no reason to let our tempers flare.

We could talk about what the Acresses have obviously done, muttered the dark-haired man.

Shhh, several of the others hissed.

I always knew they had it in them, he said. Sneaky shits for a bunch of plant coddlers.

They say were sneaky shits for a bunch couriers, someone else said mildly.

Not anymore they dont. They say things much worse than

Keep running your mouth out in public, one of the women murmured, as they turned the corner onto a broader, wealthier street packed with people. And I swear to any of the gods that really exist Ill take the time to spell your balls off before they burn us all to death.

The long night had fallen by the time they approached the churches of Clywing and Yoat, but the street was full of people carrying lamps, candles, and flickering torches.

Its a good tradition, Matthew said to the woman whod defended him earlier. To light the night until dawn. We never did that.

No, she said. It wasnt the thing, though our home wasnt so far from this place. We did give out presents to the children though.

New books. And crystals to read them by. I remember.

Im glad.

They separated and lost themselves in the crowd, each of them making his or her way through the press of bodies on their own, approaching a side door one by one. It was opened and closed for each of them by a priest in brown robes. And they were led up a narrow staircase to a hidden set of rooms.

There were four others there to greet them. Smiles of relief and welcome were on their faces. A couple of them were old friends, meeting again after a long absence, and they held each other warmly.

Matthew stood in the corner, hunkered under a low rafter, uncomfortable and trying to ignore the stares he received from the people whod been living here in the church.

Wheres Lizen? one of the church hideaways said finally.

Shes not with you already? asked a fake fisherman. She was supposed to beat us here by a few days at least.

They all turned to look at Matthew.

He glanced away from them

One of the women cleared her throat. Im sure it will be fine. They say usually it works out.

Without a mage, we cant makethe designated destination.

Ten magicians should be enough.

Its not. Too many lows in your group. Unless

Four sets of eyes turned to Matthew again. Sorry to disappoint some newly met cousins, he said dryly when the staring didnt stop. Yet again. My father didnt fuck out any bastards before me as far as I can tell. I really am the sixth. And Im only a magician.

A couple of them looked affronted.

If the little boy from that day had told even a single person, then he was probably dead. And hed been so young. And so frail that he must have been half-lost to starvation before the plague had taken him.

Tomas had picked him for that reason. He was old enough to talk but still small enough for Tomas to steal from the Seniors study.

Of course the child would have told.

I killed one of them myself. I did our enemies work for them.

He used to have nightmares about it. When he was around twelve and understood for the first time what hed done.

Yes! shouted the junior priestess across the chapel, still fanning the boy whod fainted with the hem of her robes. Yes! Thats good, Nerth! You sing.

Can I just pick whichever song I want? the boy called back. Of all the children, he seemed to be the one who was least bothered by the fate of their fallen comrade.

Tomas shook his head and smiled as the boy stepped down into the soloists position. He stood straight and took a deep breath. The middle finger of his right hand, the one nearest Tomas, was tracing a pattern against the fabric of his choir robe.

Oh thats a bit odd, Tomas thought idly. That looks like a casting habit.

Lots of practitioners did that, or something similar, when they started a spell. Tracing out elements of the pattern as you built them could help with focus. And for some, the habit crossed over to other activitiesa tic that came out whenever they were thinking hard.

Tomas himself had a tendency to do it with a ring finger against the back cover of books he was reading. Just a portion of one of his favorite spell patterns. He had a callous from it.

The boy opened his mouth, and a voice like a bell filled the church.

Hes much better than the other singer.

The accent had faded a lot but not completely. It only added to the childs charm. There was something alittle overly precise about it, though. Almost as if he cared a bit too much about making sure every single syllable was perfectly clear.

Like someone whos used to chanted spells

Tomas frowned and examined the tracery the boy was making with his finger again. It was a complex pattern, wasnt it? Not the simple circle, line, or squiggle youd expect from a normal child.

He practices, Tomas decided. He definitely does.

He wasnt an Acress apprentice, though, or he wouldnt be standing here in this church.

Island practitioner? Those are rare.

Places without magic rarely birthed children who possessed the gift for it, unless their parents were practitioners already. And practitioners didnt like to live on the islands.

Maybe its just some obscure continental accent I dont know.

He kept singing. Several of the people around Tomas were murmuring appreciatively.

Ooo hes much better than the little fainter, he is, an old man whispered to his wife. What place is he from again?

They said Nerth?

No, that was his name, not where hes

Tomass heart felt like someone had wrapped their fist around it. He stared at the boy. Not his hand this time, but his face.

Hes too young.

He didnt act as young as he looked, though. Did he?

Its too unlikely.

His eyes.

I killed that one. I know I must have.

His hair.

it says on your tag that your name will be Kalenerth. But thats too long, so you should call yourself Kalen.

Tomas held a hand up to his mouth.

He has magic. And he sings so beautifully.

Are you crying, young man? asked the elderly woman in a concerned voice.

Im not, said Tomas in a choked voice. I dont do that anymore.