White Blood

by Holder, Angela

  Josiah forced his features into stony indifference. “Yes, sir.” He turned to leave. He’d pack his meager belongings and be off, hopefully before the other apprentices finished their work for the day.

  “Might I suggest a different solution?” The wizard’s voice was quiet. Both Master Sef and Josiah looked at him in surprise.

  “There’s no need to ruin the child’s whole future over a momentary lapse of judgment. Everyone makes mistakes. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson.” The wizard gave Josiah an appraising look. Josiah squirmed and dropped his eyes.

  Master Sef glowered, but the status of the Wizards’ Guild demanded his deference. “With all due respect, Wizard Elkan, this isn’t the first time the boy’s proven inadequate to the demands of his position. I cannot in good conscience keep him at the mill any longer. You saw for yourself what a danger he is to himself and those around him.”

  “I agree this isn’t the best place for him right now. But I have a proposal for you to consider. I’ve been looking to take on an assistant. Over the next year I’m going to be making a circuit around Tevenar, bringing the Mother’s power to outlying regions with no wizards of their own. When I set out from Elathir a few weeks ago, another journeyman was supposed to accompany me, but a family emergency arose and he had to stay behind. It’s more work than a single wizard is usually expected to handle alone. The Mother’s Hall in Korisan is shorthanded and can’t spare anyone. I’d resigned myself to doing without, but it seems the Mother has other plans.”

  Josiah looked up, hope dawning. Did he really understand correctly what the wizard was saying?

  “Let the boy come with me. The Wizards’ Guild will pay for a year of his contract. When it’s over, I’ll bring him back. Hopefully by then he’ll have matured and be ready to fulfill his responsibilities. If not, we can make other arrangements.”

  Master Sef looked back and forth from Josiah to the wizard, wavering. Josiah hoped he was considering the wizard’s offer. His master wouldn’t want to offend the Wizards’ Guild by refusing. Josiah put on his most meek and repentant face.

  “Very well.” Master Sef’s voice was gruff, but Josiah thought he detected a note of relief. Sacking an apprentice was embarrassing to a master. Many would believe he’d failed in his duty to discipline and instruct his student. But apprentices were loaned out to other crafts all the time. As part of his apprenticeship in the Fullers’ Guild, Josiah would be expected to serve a year each with the spinners, weavers, and tailors before his education would be considered complete. While it was unusual for someone to spend time with such an unrelated craft, it wasn’t unheard of, and wouldn’t carry the same stigma as dismissal. “Come to my office and I’ll draw up the papers.”

  Josiah didn’t wait to hear any more. He darted from the mill, slowing only when he reached the yard. He stopped and breathed deeply, struggling to contain his apprehension and excitement.

  The donkey looked up from where it was grazing. It regarded Josiah with a solemn expression, chewing a long wisp of grass that dangled from its mouth.

  “Did you hear that, donkey? I’m coming with you and your master. He said we’ll be traveling all around Tevenar, for a whole year. Can you believe it? I’ve never even been out of Korisan before.”

  The donkey flicked one long ear forward and bent its head again to graze.

  “Listen to me, talking to an animal. It’s not like you can understand me.” Josiah stroked the donkey’s soft back. The beast was small, his shoulders only a little higher than Josiah’s waist. His coat was dove grey, deepening to brown in a stripe from the base of his mane to his tail and another across his withers. His mane was creamy white and stuck up straight in a ridge along his neck. He wore no harness or bridle.

  “Well, good-bye, donkey. I’ve got to go. See you later.” Josiah set off toward the apprentice barracks.

  The long low building was deserted at this time of day. Josiah went to his bunk against the far wall and opened the chest at its foot. He didn’t own much. Two changes of tunic and breeches, a sleep shirt, a weeks’ worth of underwear and socks, a towel, a comb. A few miscellaneous trinkets he’d picked up over the past year. His spare pair of boots. He stuffed everything into his pack haphazardly, slung it over his shoulders, and hurried out into the spring sunshine.

  The wizard emerged from the mill. The donkey lifted his head from his grazing and trotted over to him. Josiah eyed the two of them as he went to join them, wondering just what he’d gotten himself into.

  The wizard nodded at him. “Master Sef and I have settled accounts. You’re employed by the Wizards’ Guild now. He said your parents live in town? I’d like to meet them, to reassure them their son is in good hands.” He gestured toward the road. “Lead the way.”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Oh, I’m not a master yet, just a sixth-year journeyman. All wizards are required to travel one of the circuits while they’re a journeyman, as part of their training. Since I chose the Outer Circuit, the longest, I’ll be able to count it as my masterwork. If all goes as planned, my mastery will be waiting for me at the end of our journey. Until then, you can just call me Elkan. Or Wizard Elkan, if you insist on formality.”

  “Yes, Wizard Elkan.” Josiah was a little scandalized by the thought of calling his master, even if he wasn’t actually a master yet, by his unadorned name.

  “Master Sef tells me your name is Josiah. Josiah Potterkin Fuller.”

  “Yes, sir. Although…” He hesitated.

  “Yes?” Elkan prompted after the moment of silence had grown uncomfortable.

  “It’s just… I don’t think I’m properly entitled to Fuller, anymore.” Josiah bit his lip and looked at the ground. He had been so proud, the previous Springtide at his apprenticing, to formally add his guild name to his birth name.

  The wizard placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Master Sef still holds your contract, so you’re still a member of the Fullers’ Guild. I’m just borrowing you for a year. With luck, he’ll be willing to accept your service again when we return. No one can fault you for continuing to call yourself a Fuller.”

  Josiah nodded glumly. But he did look up again.

  “And I, Josiah, am Elkan Farmerkin Wizard.” He waved at the donkey. “And this is Sardonyx. We’re very pleased to make your acquaintance.” The donkey bobbed his head. Elkan held his hand out, and Josiah clasped it.

  The motion pulled at the scrape on his upper arm where the stock had grazed him, and he winced. He’d forgotten about the injury until now, relegating the sting to the back of his mind.

  Elkan frowned. “Let me see that.” He studied the wound. “It’s not serious, but I’m sure it must be painful. We can take care of it, if you’d like.”

  Josiah had never been sick or injured enough to need a wizard’s healing. He felt apprehensive, but nodded. Elkan put one hand on the back of the donkey, who turned to look at Josiah’s arm, and held the other just above the wound. For a moment man and donkey were still.

  Josiah felt a pleasant, tingling warmth envelope his arm. He peered over his shoulder. The same soft golden light that had surrounded the fulling stock glowed around his arm. When the light faded and Elkan took his hand away, the wound was gone, only a faint redness remaining. He stretched his arm experimentally, free from pain.

  He stammered his thanks, but Elkan waved them away. “It’s our duty. The Mother gives us her power so we can use it to help her children. We don’t usually spend our energy on small wounds like this, but there are advantages to being a wizard’s traveling companion.”

  Josiah had heard all sorts of conflicting stories and rumors about wizards, and never known which to believe. Now he could see for himself what was real and what wasn’t. “Is it true that wizards can heal anything?”

  “Most things, but not all. We’re able to speed up, slow down, or reverse any natural process. Your wound healed just as it would have without our help, only faster. But we can’t do anything about this.” He touched the ri
p in Josiah’s sleeve, smoothing the edges together. “There’s no natural healing to accelerate.” He released it, and the fabric flapped open. “The Mother’s power is a great gift, but it has its limits.”

  A million more questions crowded into Josiah’s mind. “What else can you do? Do all wizards have the same powers? What about your familiars, how does that work? How—”

  Elkan held up his hand. “The Mother gives all wizards three powers. Healing, windows, and moving things—or stopping them from moving, as the case may be.” He grinned, and Josiah squirmed in embarrassment. “I’m afraid the rest of your questions will have to wait until later. We need to get going if we’re going to make it to your parents’ home before nightfall.”