Michael Manning - The Archmage unbound

I returned her hug, and then I replied, “What would you have me do? Ignore them?”

She didn’t let go of me. “No, let me take care of it. I know the city and my father has the resources here to help them. I’ll make sure their fortunes change for the better and they need never know you were the cause.” I felt another pair of arms around me as she finished. Marc had joined the hug.

“I second the lady’s idea,” he said.

“Fine!” I answered with some exasperation, shaking myself loose from the two of them. It was impossible to fall into despair with friends such as these. “I want to know everything you discover, as well as how you help them,” I told Rose.

“Naturally,” she said. “You can trust my discretion.”

The sound of a knock came from the hallway. The door to the dining room was open but Harold had knocked on the doorframe to let us know he was entering, since we appeared to be in a personal conversation. I had to give him credit, for all his brawn Harold was as considerate as anyone I had ever met. “Sorry,” he said as he entered. “Hope I didn’t interrupt, but I’m terribly hungry.”

Marc answered, “No, come in and eat. You should hear all this as well.” Marc pointed at a chair and slid a plate of sausages in that direction. Rose and I sat down as well and after a few minutes she and Marc had brought Harold up to date on our conversation.

“So that’s why you ran off and left me yesterday,” Harold said after they had finished.

“That about sums it up, yes,” I told him. I could see he was still upset. He was probably having trouble figuring out how to express his anger toward his liege-lord. Honesty, integrity, and respect for my station were waging a hard fought battle in his mind.

“I really wish you had told me what you intended to do,” he said at last. “My job here is to protect you and if you don’t trust me I can’t possibly succeed.”

His wording impressed me; obviously he had a brain between his ears. “That makes sense Harold. I do trust you by the way, but when you told me that you couldn’t obey my order you effectively ended our conversation. Do you understand why?”

He shook his head, “But Lord Dorian told me…”

“Lord Dorian nothing!” I interrupted. “I understand why he told you that but when it comes down to the line you have to know who makes the final decisions, even if they conflict with your assigned task.”

“Yes your Lordship,” he answered a bit sullenly.

“You may think I’m being heavy handed here but nothing that occurs around me is normal. I frequently learn things long before anyone else is aware of them. Therefore if you are to serve me you must accept that sometimes I will give an order that may not make sense. Can you accept that?”

“Yes sir,” he replied.

I let my expression soften. “I’m sorry for putting you in that situation Harold. I will try to avoid doing that in the future. I will also try to give you more information whenever possible.”

The tension between Harold and me was much better after that. Eventually Rose got up and headed for the door. Marc spoke up then, “What’s your plan for today Rose?”

“I still haven’t found a blacksmith that wants to move to Washbrook yet so I thought I would get an early start,” she announced.

“I don’t plan to return for a couple of days,” I said to reassure her.

She frowned, “I didn’t think you had anything left to do in Albamarl.”

“Well I don’t, but I plan to use my time productively. I have a lot of distractions at home, but here things are relatively quiet. I thought I’d use a couple of days to make use of the library and work on some things I’ve learned recently,” I said. More specifically I wanted to try and understand some of the unfamiliar enchanting schemata I had found in the book I had recovered.

“I see,” she answered. “Perhaps if I’m lucky I will find your smith for you before you finish.”

“If not I’ll come back for you in a week,” I told her. “It really isn’t a bother for me.”

She left after that and I retired to the library. Marc had some sort of plan to approach the church of Celior. He was hoping to gain access to their archives somehow. I had already asked him if he wanted my help but he was being very tight-lipped about his plan so I gave him some space. I had faith in him, if he needed my help he would ask.

That left me and Harold on our own. Let me clarify… that left me to my own devices, while poor Harold was stuck trying to figure out how to keep the guards we had brought with us from Washbrook from becoming too bored. I felt a great deal of sympathy for him, and then I put it out of my mind entirely.

I had been trying to understand the ‘trans-spatial storage device’ design for hours. It seemed maddeningly familiar, since many of the runes involved were used in teleportation circles, yet the rationale behind it still eluded me. A large part of the problem was probably the fact that I didn’t really know what it was meant to do, so the design confused me.

The enchantment seemed to be broken into two parts, much like teleportation circles were, but both halves were kept perpetually activated. That was the simple part, what really bothered me was that one half seemed to be designed to constantly alter itself according to a mathematical algorithm. Even worse, that algorithm was dependent upon the exact location of the first half of the enchantment.

“This makes no sense,” I said running my hands through my hair for the hundredth time. “It’s as if they intend for one side of this thing to be permanently affixed while the other moves constantly.” There is something to be said for talking to yourself aloud. Sometimes it enables you to see what should have been patently obvious to you all along.

“I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid,” I told myself. I had let the mathematics obscure my vision of how it was meant to work. One end would be designed around some sort of collapsible opening, such as a hinged ring for example, but any circular opening would work. Whenever that end was opened and took its full shape, the enchantment would be activated, forming an open link between two spaces. A simple design would be a bag or suitcase, that when opened would create a perpetual portal, between the bag and a permanent storage space somewhere else.

Now that I understood what it was for I could see a lot of immediate uses. I reached down and felt the small leather pouch at my waist. Inside it I carried a collection of small iron spheres, each loaded with energy and ready to explode when activated. I had found them so useful during the recent war that I had made sure to keep a supply of them ready at all times, yet the danger of carrying them still worried me. Using something like this enchantment I could store them in a safely remote location, yet still access them easily when I needed them.

I thought about the implications for a few minutes. A portable storage container that could hold heavy or dangerous items was only one possibility. Another would be connecting the portable ‘mouth’ to a place other than box or closet. If the immobile end were underwater, say positioned on a river bottom then the other end could be opened to provide a seemingly endless stream of fresh water. I was no expert on agriculture but I could immediately see that it might easily solve many of the difficulties involved in digging canals for irrigating crops.

The enchantment could also be easily modified to create something more like a permanent portal, or gateway between two places. Then my magically disadvantaged friends could travel between locations without needing me to activate a circle for them. My imagination ran rampant as I thought about the possibilities. I dreamed of building a house in which each room was in a different place. I could look out of a window in the kitchen and see the beach, or walk into the bedroom and gaze out upon a sylvan forest scene. My mind was whirling with ideas.