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The first part of the plan was simple: Calder was to go on to Ciltain and find the local chapter of mages. A mage named Onias would instruct him further. While still wrapped in their “bubble of privacy” they continued outside to the stable. The innkeeper’s curly haired son was saddling Sojourner so Calder had time to ask the mage, “How am I to accomplish this task, Mage Garridor? I have no poison-tipped blade or special powers.” The mage tilted his head far back to gaze up quizzically at the ...

Chapter 1 Clouds like ribbons of white silk set in a sky of blue velvet dominated the countryside of Ciltain. The early spring air still held a hint of winter’s touch though the sun was almost at its peak. It was just warm enough for his brown, shoulder-length hair to stay tied behind his neck. Calder rode at a leisurely pace toward the mountain range that rose from the vast, golden prairie. He thought to make it to a village at the mountain’s base by nightfall. It would be twenty miles of ea...

The first part of the plan was simple: Calder was to go on to Ciltain and find the local chapter of mages. A mage named Onias would instruct him further. While still wrapped in their “bubble of privacy” they continued outside to the stable. Then innkeeper’s curly haired son was saddling Sojourner so Calder had time to ask the mage, “How am I to accomplish this task, Mage Garridor? I have no poison-tipped blade or special powers.” The mage tilted his head far back to gaze up quizzically at the...

Chapter 3 Calder awoke groggy as the first rays of dawn came spilling in through a partially opened window. His mouth parted with pasty effort and he recalled with vagueness the prior evening. He had never been drunk before due to his mother’s devout disdain of liquor. Now, with is head beginning to pound, he could see the wisdom in that. With great care he slipped from under the covers, suddenly hot thought the fireplace held only embers. As he willed his feet to move on the polished, wooden...

Chapter 2-Part 2 Ten or twelve people were scattered among seven of the eight tables in the bright-lit common room. The people dressed in rough wool were loggers from the nearby woods if the axes by the door were any indication. Possibly a peddler or two on his way to Ciltain. Low murmurs were accompanied by brief looks. Calder noticed the surprising amount of light that came from three small, iron wagon wheels suspended from the fairly low ceiling. The hearth was big enough to fit a large be...