Michael Manning - The Archmage unbound

I have been told that Vendraccus has been charged by his god to find something known as ‘Illeniel’s Doom’. My informant was unsure what ‘it’ might actually be, but he said that by the conversation he overheard it sounded like something living, such as a person or creature.

Whether this helps you or not, I do not know, but I assumed that the name would have some meaning to you.

Good luck. I cannot tell you how much your friendship has meant to me over the years, especially now that I find myself alone, surrounded by strangers.

V.

I had seen a letter similar to this one previously; in my father’s writing desk the first time I had explored the house. I was also sure it had been signed much the same way, with a simple initial. At the time I had been unsure who had sent the letter to him, but given the content of this one I was starting to believe it really had been Valerius, the last king of Gododdin. I had no idea how he had become friends with the man, but then my father’s life was still mostly a mystery to me.

I looked at Marc, “You know what this means?”

He shook his head negatively.

“Me either,” I admitted. “Although it really does seem that my father had some sort of on-going friendship with the king of Gododdin.”

Marc let out a deep sigh. “I had really hoped you might be able to make something of that.”

“It isn’t your fault,” I said. “So far my only sources of information about this thing have been from the gods themselves, and we know how reliable they are.”

My friend looked sharply at me as I spoke. “You’re absolutely right.”

I grinned, “I’ll need you to write that down and sign it for me. I can use it the next time you’re being stubborn.”

He shook his head again, “No, I really mean it. All the information you have about this ‘Doom’ comes from the gods, first from Celior, and now indirectly from Mal’goroth. I should be looking through the church archives, not this library.”

“I don’t think your search here is entirely a waste,” I told him. “After all this is the only known library of the Illeniel family, so it seems an obvious choice to search.”

“True,” he agreed, “and I have learned a lot of interesting tidbits while I was looking here. We’ll have to sit down for a week or two sometime. You would be surprised at some of the general information about wizardry, the gods, and even people like Dorian that can be found here.”

“Dorian?”

“Yes,” he said smugly. “Dorian is, as far as I can tell, what your ancestors called a ‘stoic’.” He folded his arms in front of him, waiting for me to ask the inevitable questions.

I waved a hand nonchalantly at him, “Oh yes, I knew that. I learned about them in Vestrius’ journal, but I would like to see what books you found the information in… I’m sure there’s a lot more I need to know.” I knew my phrasing would irritate him, but then, that’s what friends are for… right?

“Sometimes you really are a wet blanket. You know that?” he said with resignation. “You could at least pretend to be excited, just to make your friend feel better.”

I winked at him, “A friend told me recently that I ‘overdo’ my acting and I should just be honest. It seemed like good advice.”

Marc grimaced in mock pain, as if my joke had wounded his delicate sense of humor. Rose appeared in the doorway before he could prepare a good come back though. “From the look of things I doubt you gentlemen are up to anything good,” she said.

Marc held up his hands, “For once I am innocent of all wrongdoing, though I cannot be so sure of our friend the incipient thespian here,” he said pointing at me.

An arched eyebrow was all the response he got. Rose ignored our banter and asked a question instead, “I need to visit my father, would either of you gentlemen care to escort me?”

I knew for a fact she wasn’t afraid to walk the streets of Albamarl by herself. After all the last time we had been here together she had crossed half the city at night, alone. She was simply being polite, and perhaps offering us a chance to stretch our legs. She could have just taken one of my guards with her if all she wanted was an escort.

I glanced at Marc and found him watching me. We knew each other well enough that it only took a glance for us to communicate volumes. I was planning to volunteer if he didn’t feel like going out, but he wanted to go. I waited and Marc answered her, “I’ll come with you Rose. I was hoping to stretch my legs in town today and I couldn’t think of anyone who would be better company.”

“Thank you for the offer Rose, but I’ll let you two go without me. I have some things I’d like to take care of,” I said, chiming in.

“More research?” she asked.

“Essentially,” I replied. “I found some interesting information in the library and I’d like to test some ideas.”

“Experiment, that’s what he really means,” said Marc said with a chuckle, “It’s probably safer if we leave anyway Rose.”

“I wasn’t planning to try anything dangerous,” I said without humor.

“Sure, sure… I believe you,” he replied, “but I made a promise to Mother after all, and I can’t go back on that.”

I stared at him quizzically, “You made a promise to Genevieve?”

He gazed at the ceiling innocently, “Yes, she said that she had to shout at you once over tea… when she had come to visit. Apparently you had nearly blown yourself to bits during some experiment and you were half deaf as a result. I had to promise her that I wouldn’t go near you if you were doing any future experiments. She was very worried…”

I knew for a fact she would never have forced him to make such a promise. Well, I was pretty sure anyway. The more I thought about it the less sure I became… he was her son after all.

Rose started laughing and then exclaimed, “Oh that’s nothing! You should have seen him the day he first tried to get into this house! He nearly fried himself and his hair was standing on end for hours afterward.”

The conversation was rapidly devolving into one long joke at my expense. “I’d have thought you two had already told each other these stories,” I put in.

Rose smiled at me, “We all have other things to talk about you do realize? We don’t just sit around talking about you all the time.”

“Well no, I didn’t think that,” I said caught off guard. My legendary wit had abandoned me, so I settled for escorting them to the doorway.

Rose gracefully took Marc’s arm and the two of them left the library. They kept talking as they went, having stumbled upon a juicy subject. As they went down the stairs I could still hear them. Marc was telling another story, “You should have seen the day he tried to tell Penny he was a wizard. He nearly convinced her he was working with the powers of darkness and when I saw her bolt from his room I thought he had tried to assault her…”

It was several minutes before I turned my attention back to the silver-bound book I carried. I had the rest of the day to myself now and I didn’t intend to waste it. Drawing out the silver stylus I started thumbing through the book, considering what I should try first.

The sun was shining down like the wrath of a vengeful god, causing me to squint. While some people love sunny days I found them to be intrusive. The bards sing of cloudless skies and bright sun, but I honestly preferred a few clouds and a bit of shade. Not that I minded the sunshine, it was a welcome respite from the past winter… it was just that sometimes it was too much. Especially with hundreds, perhaps even thousands of people staring at me.

That many eyes watching made me understandably nervous, and with the glare from the sun overhead I couldn’t see their faces clearly. Of course I could have closed my eyes and simply relied on my mage-sight, but sometimes there’s just no substitute for seeing something with your own eyes, a mob of strangers staring at me being at the top of that list.