The Keeper

Viginti tres: The Education of Me

The next light after we had our meal, Astrea led me, Delph, Harry Two and Archie to a large room, of which the cottage seemed to have an ample number. Along one wall was a huge blackboard like the one we had used at Learning back in Wormwood. Astrea closed the door behind us and then took out her wand and pointed it at the board. In an instant, writing started sprawling across it.

“Your first lessons,” announced Astrea.

She gave her wand another flick and a small ball appeared in her hand.

“Now, Vega, remember the incantation from the last light?”

“Rejoinda,” I said eagerly, desperate to prove myself in her eyes.

She nodded. “I want you to take this ball from me, using that spell.” She held up her hand before I could do anything. “But first, we need to go over some basics so that what happened before will not repeat itself.” She pointed with her wand to a section of the blackboard. “Read that,” she instructed. “Out loud.”

I looked at the section and commenced to read.

“Proper spell work involves performing a number of things at the same time, but always employing the principle of MBS, or Mind, Body and Spirit. That is to say focusing the mind, preparing the body and engaging the spirit so that all three elements come together at the appropriate time. Merely saying the incantation does nothing if these elements are not properly combined.” I turned to Astrea. “So how do I do that?”

“Keep reading,” she replied.

A bit put off, I returned my gaze to the board. “Combining MBS with the proper incantation and the appropriate wand movement will result in the desired result. Nothing less than that will work.”

I finished reading and turned back to her. Well, okay, I got that.

She held up the ball. “You jerked your hand before. You need to be slow and deliberate in the movement. But far more importantly, you need to employ MBS appropriately for any of this to work properly.”

“Which is why I asked you how to do this MBS thing,” I said irritably.

“Becoming upset with me will not result in your mastering incanting,” she said politely. “So calm yourself, focus your mind on this ball and nothing else. When you have done that, you will next summon your physical side such that all your bodily energy is congregated in your wand hand. Lastly, your spirit should be in complete harmony with your mind and body.”

“Bloody Hel,” exclaimed Delph. “That’s not asking a lot, is it?”

Astrea turned to him. “It is asking a lot. But when you’re attempting to do something truly extraordinary, isn’t it fair to ask a lot in return?”

Delph blanched and looked at his boots. She turned back to me.

I said, “How will I know when I’ve achieved the proper balance?”

She held up the ball. “When this rests in your hand of course.”

I squared my feet and shoulders. I looked at the ball and did my best to push out all other thoughts. I looked at my wand hand, trying to force my physical side to move itself completely there. I had no idea in what part of my body the spirit resided, but in my head I told it to get comfy with my mind and body. I held my wand loosely and then, remembering my mistake from before, I gave it a slow, deliberate back sweep and said, “Rejoinda, ball,” rolling my r perfectly, or at least I thought so.

Absolutely nothing happened. The ball continued to reside firmly in Astrea’s hand. I stared openmouthed at her, but she didn’t seem surprised at all.

“It was only your first attempt.”

“But I did it before,” I said in more of a whine than I intended.

Archie said, “Well, actually, you nearly crushed us all with that bookcase, luv. Mum got the book.”

I gave him a surly look before saying, “Can I try again?”

Astrea nodded and said, “You will try many times, I daresay.”

Thirty-seven attempts later, the little ball flew to me and fit snugly into my quivering hand. I wasn’t expecting it because I had pretty much concluded by the eighteenth attempt that I was never going to be a proper sorceress and maybe Delph and I should return to Wormwood and beg for our jobs back.

It didn’t sink in that I had succeeded until Delph clapped me on the back so hard I very nearly toppled over.

“You did it, Vega Jane. You did it.”

He picked me up off the floor and crushed me in his embrace. When he made no sign of freeing me, Astrea said, “Um, Delph, it would be good if we can move on, which will require you of course TO LET HER GO.”

Blushing madly, Delph dropped me on the floor.

Astrea’s focused expression had not changed. “Let’s do it again, shall we?”

My enthusiasm faded because from her serious look, I understood exactly what she meant. Being able to retrieve a little ball on my thirty-seventh attempt was hardly going to get us through the Quag. But I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. I had performed wand magic after all. Maybe I could be this sorceress thingy!

I pursed my lips, focused my MBS, and said the incantation as I slowly and deliberately moved my wand.

The ball came to me fourteen times in a row. It was only then, when seeing it in the palm of my hand wasn’t nearly as exciting as it had been the first few times, that Astrea said, “Let’s move on, then.” She motioned to Archie. “I’ll need your help to demonstrate this one, dear.”

Archie nodded and slipped from his cloak pocket a long, thin reedlike piece of what looked to be blackened wood. He saw me eyeing it and said, “My dad gave this to me when I was far younger than you.”

“With a bit of him in it?” I said.

Archie nodded. “A tooth. If you look close, you can see just a hint of it near the handle. Family history has my mum knocking my dad’s tooth out over a wee argument, and he decided to save the tooth for passing a wand down.”

“It wasn’t like that, Archie,” said Astrea firmly, two splotches of color on her cheeks. “Your father had a toothache and wanted some relief. That is all.” Astrea cleared her throat and moved to the center of the room before pointing with her wand once more at the blackboard. “Do you recall the incantation I used when the bookcase came flying?”

Surprisingly, Delph spoke up. “Embattlemento,” he said quickly before gazing around and looking stunned that the correct answer had come out of his mouth.

“Precisely,” said Astrea, eyeing him closely. “It is a defensive blocking spell used to protect oneself from harm. We will demonstrate.”

She motioned to Archie. “On the count of three.”

“Which curse, Mum?” he asked.

“Oh, whatever you like, Archie, dear. Surprise me.”

Blimey! It was like they were discussing what tea they wanted to drink.

They simultaneously raised their wands.

She said, “One, two, three.”

Archie said, “Injurio,” and whipped his wand at her. What looked to be a skylight spear burst from its tip.

At the same instant, Astrea slashed her wand in front of her from right to left and said, “Embattlemento.”

The blast of light hit an invisible barrier conjured in front of her and ricocheted off, ripping a hole in the ceiling.

Delph, Harry Two and I had dropped flat to the floor. We looked up to see the gaping hole in the wood.

Astrea pointed her wand upward and calmly said, “Eraisio.”

The hole vanished.

We rose on trembling legs and stared at the pair.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that one,” I said.

“Which is why we will begin with this.” She took the ball from her cloak pocket. “I will throw this at you. You conjure your barrier with the incantation. The sweep of the wand is from left to right, the movement sharp and clean. Make yourself believe that the ball will injure you.”

“Okay, but your movement was right to left,” I corrected.

Her eyes twinkled. “I’m glad you were paying attention.”

I readied myself while Delph, Harry Two and Archie took collective steps back. Even though it was just a ball, I guess they were recalling the bookcase fiasco.

“On the count of three,” said Astrea. “One, two, three.”

She heaved the ball right at my head with great force.

I swept the air with my wand and said, “Embattlemento.”

The ball bounced off my conjured wall so hard that Astrea had to duck as it hurtled back at her. When she straightened, she looked at me in some amazement.

“That was quite good, Vega. Quite good indeed.”

I couldn’t hide my smile. But I could hide the fact that I had pictured in my mind a jabbit coming at me instead of the ball.

Yet I had done it. On my first try. I wanted to scream with joy. Until the next four times, when the ball hit me full in the face. We worked at it for a long while until every third time my conjured wall held.

“That is good enough for now. Let’s move on to something a bit more serious.” She pointed her wand at a corner of the room, gave it a flick and said, “Golem Masquerado.”

There appeared a large male. I was shocked at first, but then I could see that he was made of clay. I had used that material back at Stacks.

“Why do we need that?” I asked.

“I would much prefer you practice on something non-living,” said Astrea.

My smile faded as, without warning or preamble, she made a downward slashing motion with her wand and hissed, “Jagada!”

The clay male was suddenly covered in cuts. Had it been a real person, he would have been bleeding from innumerable wounds.

I stared from the slashed clay male to Astrea.

This is what she had done to me before. She knew it. And she knew that I knew it.

“Not pleasant,” she said grimly.

“You want me to do that?” I asked, my voice tremulous.

“Do you want to do it?” she shot back.

I looked at the clay figure and imagined it to be Delph or Harry Two instead.

I looked back at Astrea. “Not now.”

She looked at me for a long moment. “Then let’s move outside.”

As we trooped down the hall, Archie came up behind me and whispered in my ear. “It’s okay, Vega. Most of us couldn’t have done that our first time. In fact, some could never achieve it.”

“Why is that?” I whispered back.

“You have to really want to hurt someone.”

“Well, your mum seems to have no problem with it.”

“She was in a war, Vega. She’s killed before. And she’s had eight hundred sessions to brood. It gets to you, doesn’t it?”

We exited the cottage and passed through the green dome.

Archie stretched his arms and looked to the sky. “Been ages since I’ve been out of the cottage. Just breathe in that air.”

“How long ago did you stop taking the elixir?” I asked.

“The light you showed up on our doorstep.”

I was stunned. “You mean you age that quickly?”

“You age pretty much right away when the effects of the potion wear off. It just takes a bit of time before you actually die.”

He said this so casually that I could only stare.

“Well, I’m glad you decided not to die.”

He smiled. “Me too, Vega. Me too.”

Astrea raised her wand, gave it three parallel flicks and said, “Crystilado magnifica.”

Three feet away from us appeared an amaroc bounding through the fields, evidently in pursuit of prey. It was so close that I could see the red eyes, huge chest, bared, yellowed fangs and the cold breath bursting from its nostrils.

Delph screamed and jumped back. I yelled and pulled my wand, about to will it to full Elemental status so I could hurl it at the beast.

But Astrea held up her hand. “The amaroc is many miles distant. This spell allows you to see things far away as if they were very close. A useful device in the Quag, don’t you think?”

As I stared at the amaroc I said, “Very useful indeed.”

She waved her hand once more and the image vanished. She pointed toward where a forest was located.

“Now you try.”

I raised my wand, gave it the requisite three flicks and said, “Crystilado magnifica.”

It was as though we were in the forest. I could see everything. Everything!

As I watched, a deer came soaring into view. I had loved to watch them from atop my tree as they ran through the woods back in Wormwood. I grinned at Delph but faltered when his reciprocal smile turned to a look of horror.

I whipped back around and stared at the deer once more.

From out of nowhere a ghastly, quasi-transparent creature had appeared. With astonishing speed and unerring accuracy, it had plunged right at the beautiful deer, catching it in its ethereal grasp. The deer looked as stunned as I felt. Here it was running blithely along...

Then... then it was torn to shreds. And the thing consumed it. I tried to turn away, but something grabbed me by the shoulder and held me in place.

I looked around to see Astrea there, holding me, making me watch.

I turned back around. And the most astonishing thing happened. The monster that had killed the poor deer had become... the deer, albeit a ghostly, filmy white version of it.

Astrea waved her wand, said, “Finit,” and the entire image disappeared. She turned to me and said, “That was a wendigo. A malevolent spirit that can possess whatever it devours. Creatures such as this lie between you and your destination at the end of the Quag.”

My voice shaky, I said, “And you helped create all these horrible things.”

She looked taken aback by my comment, which, I had to admit, had been somewhat accusatory. “Not all of them, no. But by conjuring what we did, we laid the foundation for these creatures to spawn even greater horrors than the originals. The effects of magic can often be unpredictable, Vega. You must come to understand that.”

“And do you think it was all worth it?” I asked in a firmer voice.

“The answer to that is still to be written,” she replied just as firmly.