World Sphere - 13 - Vested In The Sword

Chapter 13: Vested in the Sword

Gareth had to wake me in the morning as I hadn’t risen. My body was in full recovery mode.  Callem had slipped out and was already in his fields, watering individual plants. He was wearing what I guessed to be a large oxen yoke, and two massive buckets hung on either end.  As he walked the rows, he pulled a rope attached to each bucket, releasing water over each plant.  He noticed us in the doorway gawking. “Don’t worry, boys, you will work yourselves up to this.  Your breakfast is under the cover on the counter.” He returned to watering.

We removed the worn wooden cover on the counter to find an array of fresh fruit, muffin cakes, cold sliced ham, and hard-boiled eggs. A pitcher of sweet-smelling red juice was there with ice cubes floating in it. How in the hell did he prepare all this without waking either of us? After glancing at each other, we dug in and quickly vanquished our shared enemy of the prepared food. I was happy almost to match Gareth’s caloric intake this morning. I knew healing magic typically used body stores to heal, and I had had an awful lot of healing done yesterday. Satiated, we both sat near the bedrolls, holding our bellies.

I was dressed in oversized linens. The eagle and the blood completely ruined my other clothes.  Apparently, the linens were from a prior trainee of Callem but would do for me until I could get clothes from home. They were only slightly baggy on me. My leather belt worked well to hold the linens to get a decent fit. I looked at Gareth, “Where do we go from here?” He looked a bit uncomfortable at my question.

“I want to stay here, Storme. I talked to my parents when I tried to explain my reason for heading out here for three days with you, and even though I fumbled the words I found in my heart, I want to be here. I want to learn as much as I can.” I was stunned, and before I could respond, Callem had returned to the house from the fields. He started talking with Gareth, and I tuned them out as I began to think.  I didn’t want to invest my remaining youth swinging a sword around all day. Three days a week had been my self-assessed limit. I needed to have a serious talk with Gareth as it looked like we might be on different paths. But what could it hurt to spend some of my youth learning to fight with steel as I mastered my magic?

Callem was refilling the pitcher with the red drink that reminded me of a strong fruit punch but not overly sweet. I spoke, “Callem, has Gareth expressed his interest in moving out here to stay with you?” His confused look told me Gareth hadn’t asked yet.

I broke the ice, “We could help you full-time five days a week and return to Hen’s Hollow for two days to stay with our families.” I took a deep breath before continuing, “I am not nearly as committed as Gareth, but I will train with him for most of the day before focusing on my aetheric studies.” I was preempting Gareth’s request to control the situation and restrain Gareth’s expectations. I was pretty sure he would train every hour of every day if given the option.

Gareth was a little confused, and his face kept transforming, first happy, then contemplative, then a little bit unhappy. I couldn’t really worry about what was going through his mind right now. Personally, I was thinking of Freya; she might never forgive me for this and would see it as me abandoning her. Then there was my brother; he also probably wouldn’t forgive me.  Father would support my decision as he always hoped his sons would aspire to a higher standing in the militaristic Skyholme Empire.

Callem slowly nodded. His tone was serious, “I do not think you should have hidden from your parents what happened to you with the eagle attack, Storme. But I have always thought you need to make your own decisions, regardless of age. However, if your parents ask, I will not lie to them.” This man was good, and I suddenly felt guilty. He was probably either trying to decide on my character or build my character.

“Callem, thank you.  I will tell them what happened…but maybe not that I nearly died.” I replied respectfully. He nodded, which I assumed was approval.

“Good. You both can stay here and train. Before we get too far along, I need to assess you!” He started asking us both questions. He wanted to get a fair appraisal of our knowledge, math, writing, history, dungeon lore, bestiary lore, and politics. We had strong responses to his test questions for the first two subjects and did ok with the verbal history exam. We could barely answer any of his questions in the last three subjects. Well, the biggest animal threat on our island was the wild foxes, which controlled the rabbit population. Well, if you ventured too close to the edge of the island, something from below could get you—like a giant black shadow eagle.

His questioning lasted two hours, and we were mentally exhausted by the end and embarrassed by how few questions we could answer toward the end. Callem voiced his assessment of our knowledge. “Okay, normally you boys would get most of this knowledge in the academy. You are expected to know basic numbers and be able to read before the academy, and both of you far surpass that minimum.” Gareth beamed at the compliment. 

I remained blank-faced, waiting for the ‘but.’  “Though you are still a little behind the children in the capital who have personal tutors as soon as they can walk.” He shifted his stance fluidly and started pacing. I knew this was what Callem had also wanted, to get his hands on Gareth full-time. From the outside, he seemed contemplative, but I suspected it was an act.

“You will stretch and work the farm with me in the morning. In the afternoon, we will focus on combat training. In the evening, we will spend two hours on books. I will purchase the required texts. You will have three hours after dinner to do what you will in your free time. If you had the mind to, you could make it to town each day and spend an hour with your family before returning. As Storme suggested, you will spend every 6th and 7th day with your families.  I will feed you three full meals daily and pay you one gold per week—to split between you for your work.” He was trying to flip the script.  He didn’t know money was not an obstacle for us. It was his final ‘lure’ attempt. Gareth didn’t need any extra incentive, and somehow, I had convinced myself to remain with Gareth. Who was following who now?

Gareth had a pleading look on his face, his best puppy dog eyes pleading for me to agree for both of us. Callem had made a compelling case, outlining a structured schedule that our parents would likely agree to, which would far exceed what kids our age could typically make. However, I couldn’t help but think that Callem was a bit out of touch with the poor people in Hen’s Hollow, as my share would probably surpass my mother and father’s income. I nodded to Gareth, and he yelled, “Agreed!” like a little kid, fearing it might just be a prank or that he would wake up from a perfect dream.

Well, the first day wasn’t as bad as I had thought. We stretched as a trio, weeded the fields, and continued clearing the obstacle course. Watering wasn’t required as the morning clouds had provided some rain.  Usually, the island had a heavy mist in the morning that did a fair job soaking the earth. Only when the mist and rain were missing for two or more days did Callem water the fields. 

In the afternoon, we focused on bows, but more specifically, on arrows. Callem emphasized the importance of archery, highlighting that it consists of two main components: the bow and the arrow. We spent hours sorting through six bundles of arrows, removing the defective ones and repairing those we could salvage under Callem's guidance.

In the evening, we went to the spring to clean off and pull the splinters out of our hands and forearms.  The food the first day was plentiful, and Callem muttered more than once he had erred in not considering the cost of food for two growing boys when he agreed to compensate us a gold a week. It was more Gareth than me, as he ate twice as much as Callem.

The evening found us having free time after we aced some math problems for Callem. Callem also stressed that we should call him Callem, not Captain Callem. I went and worked through my aether core exercises that evening. I managed to understand the first seven and put them into practice. Fortunately, the text was very good at explaining what needed to be done during each step of the exercises. I might fail a few times before getting it, but I have encountered no major problems.

That night, I made a stack of gold coins and had Gareth stash them in his pack. I still planned to take Freya to the city once a week and visit Wigand. I also needed 50 gold coins to complete the transaction with Wigand for our fictional benefactor.

The next two days were more of the same, except my strength had returned, and the intensity had ratcheted up. We spent just thirty minutes with bow practice before proceeding to sword forms in the afternoon. While I was mastering just one sword, Gareth was rotating through different blades, mastering the current sword form we were working on with each one. I settled on a saber as that was closer to a katana. A katana was thinner and lighter than a saber, but Callem didn’t have one for me. The saber was the blade I felt most comfortable with since it focused on slashing attacks instead of the piercing attacks of a gladius.

Well, truthfully, neither of us was ‘mastering’ the blade after a few days, but we gained confidence and comfort with the forms. Callem let us use a salve that helped form calluses on our hands quickly, for which we were both thankful. I learned 18 of the 23 exercises for working my aether core.  Like my first sword form, snapping tortoise, I was far from mastery of the aether core exercises but was slowly becoming proficient. Being self-taught from a book was probably much more challenging than having an experienced mage teach me.

The next day, after a massive breakfast, we were released to go home. Callem told us he was going to the capital island to pick up some books and restock his pantry over the next two days. He said we should just stretch in the morning and relax with family on our ‘off’ days. I was going home to face Freya.

If we walked fast, we could get home in a little over thirty minutes. It was less than four miles, by my estimation, to the edge of town. As soon as we entered the town, Gareth went to see his parents to convince them to let him live and train on Callem’s farm. After a short search of my house, I found Freya out in the barn. She ran to me and hugged me. “Hiya Freya. Do you want to go to the city today?  We have some things to talk about.”

“Yes! I was hoping you would say that! But it would help if you put on some actual clothes. You realize that you are wearing woman’s clothes?” Her statement had me stumble a bit as she giggled at my bewilderment.  The oversized clothes Callem had given me were women’s clothes? “Yes, silly, the cut here and here is for breasts! And the sagginess around your waist is for larger hips!” She was laughing as she explained it to me. Well, at least no one saw me enter town.

I went into my room and found the bed neatly made and everything on my shelves organized.  Freya was in the doorway shortly after and stumbled on her words, “I, uh, had nothing to do, so I, uh, cleaned up the room.”

I looked her seriously in the eyes and asked, “Did you dust underneath the bed?” She turned crimson.

“I am sorry, Storme.  I was cleaning and came across the package and…I thought it was a pillow…yeah, and, so I…it is so pretty! I love it!” She came and hugged me again. “Can I wear it on my birthday?  Gwen is going to be so jealous!  I cannot wait! Oh, did you know a traveling troupe from the lowlands is coming to the city? They will be there on my birthday! They have a beast menagerie, acrobats, games, bards, and master sword duelists. Will you take me?  It is two silver per person, according to the posters.  Please…” She had the same puppy dog eyes Gareth gave me when Callem offered to train us five days a week.

“We can talk on the walk to the city. Can I change now?” Freya left and shut the door, but I could feel her waiting on the other side.

I got my best clothes on, which were quickly becoming mediocre in my mind. I planned to buy new clothes today. I seethed a little bit, wondering if Callem intentionally dressed me in girl’s clothes. I left the house with Freya in tow. We quickly found Gareth cutting wood. He was three days behind on his chores and hadn’t had the courage to ask his parents to move to Callem’s farm yet. Freya and I helped him finish his chores, and we all left for the city.

“So, Freya, I have some bad news.” I had had some time to think out my approach to breaking the news to her.  “You know in our 17th year, we go to the academy and live in the old barracks building at the edge of town?”

She nodded, “I know Pascal is going next year.” She had a concerned look on her face, and she was bracing for the bad news, understanding my tone.

“Well, Gareth and I are sort of starting early. Next 1st day, we are going to go live with and learn from Captain Callem.” It was best to rip the band-aid right off. Then, give some news to soften the blow. Freya already looked crestfallen as she processed what I was saying. “We will come back every 6th and 7th day.  And Gareth and I will spend one of those days entirely with you doing whatever you want.” Gareth’s eyebrow went up at that. It was a little get-back at Gareth for pulling me into weapon training for the next two years. I doubted he would mind as he saw Freya as much as a sister as I did.

Gareth, collected himself quickly, grinning as he announced, “Yeah, Storme and I talked about it, and we figured you would want to go to Sweet and Treats and Madam Margot’s Tailor shop. We are making decent coin and can get you a few things.”

Gareth was setting me up to spend coin on Freya. I couldn’t let him win this joust. The clothing store had expensive dresses and accessories for women and girls—supposedly the height of fashion from the capital.

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a sour look. “I’ll take you to Sweets and Treats, and Gareth can take you to the tailor shop every week.” Game set and match for Gareth! Freya was definitely going to spend much more time in the clothing shop.

Freya responded with excitement, “You said you would both hang out with me, so we all stay together in Sweets and Treats and at Margot’s Finery.” And the pass is intercepted by Freya and spiked in front of both of us.  At least she wasn’t as upset as I thought she would be.

We entered the city, and I gave Gareth four large silvers after they dropped me off at Wigand’s. I found Wigand in the back and handed him 30 gold coins. Some of the coins had a shiny new appearance as I had not had time to age them. Wigand stared at them for a bit before depositing them in his lockbox. “So, I haven’t seen my patron recently, but I did have a note from her with the coins attached. She will return in a week to get me the rest of the funds. She went to the lowlands for something.” I didn’t rush my words this time while spewing the lie.

“Your patron must trust you implicitly to handle such a large sum on her part. Gold is the currency on the capital island but she may be testing your trustworthiness,” Wigand said with a note of warning.

I nodded in agreement, “I think she is more interested in Gareth than me. He will be an exceptional fighter.”

Wigand nodded in understanding, but looked a little sad, either at me devaluing myself or Gareth being tied to one of the nobles. He sighed, “Don’t discount yourself, Storme. Those who can imprint spells are just as valuable as those who wield blades. We wouldn’t have our Navy to protect us without our mages.”

I nodded at his advice. My aether core was becoming more malleable, and it had just been a few days of the exercises. I pressed forward with my request. “I was looking to get another spell if my patron allows. Can you get a copy of the mend flesh spell?” After nearly dying, I decided to learn some healing magic.

The mend flesh used the body’s own fuel, mostly fat stores, to knit flesh back together, accelerating healing in a sort of stasis field created by the invested aether. The spell was tier one, but the spell book was usually over 30 gold. Wigand looked thoughtful, “The mend flesh spell… complicated spell to learn. It would be of great use to your mentor if you are able to learn it. Have you already learned the cleanliness spell, Storme?” He asked with a wink.

I flushed red. No, in truth, I had given up on that until I could master the aether core exercises. Then, I could progress to learning the spell imprinting process from the other book rather than proceeding mostly blind. “I’m getting close,” was my reply.

Wigand nodded and went to the massive index. After a short time, he responded. “I have a line on two versions of the spell. The first is 35 gold, the generic spell book you can get at any mage academy. The second is an older spell book recovered from a wrecked Sadian skyship. Apparently, it was the ship’s chief healer’s personal spellbook of the mend flesh spell and had copious handwritten notes. It is 42 gold.  But it has been posted for over a year. If it is still available, I should be able to get it for 40 gold if you are interested?” He studied me, judging my mannerisms and response like a true merchant.

I made my best sad face. “I will have to check with my patron as she hadn’t mentioned any new payments to us, but I would like the costlier version if you can confirm its availability. I will know next week. We have to finish our current tasks for her.” Ugh, I was terrible at lying, at it turned my stomach a little.

I left the shop and then traveled to the clothes shop nearby that specialized in boy’s clothes. I quickly selected six comfortable outfits, three for working the farm and three for combat training and running the obstacle course.  I added two heavy pairs of boots as well. I wasn’t looking forward to breaking them in.  Maybe the salve we used for our hands would help with that? When I left, I had a large wrapped package of clothes, boots, and 18 quality socks.

The only thing in the package for Gareth was half the socks. His feet were extremely unsanitary, and sleeping next to him on the floor in Callem’s living room made me appreciate the fresh air outdoors all the much more.  I had been thrifty, only spending 13 large silver on everything, half the sum was the boots. They were pricy because most of the leather in Skyholme came from dungeon creatures. The sum would have drawn attention in Hen’s Hollow, but in Solaris City, the merchant didn’t even give them a second look as he stored them.

Gareth and Freya were still in Sweets and Treats when I found them, and she had a big bag of candy. Gareth paid for the candy, and we went to a restaurant in town for lunch, and I paid for us. We then took the road home and went swimming. I spent my time focused on my exercises and tanning my upper body while other locals were swimming. I noticed Brianne was with Edward, a boy her age and the son of the stone mason in town. I found it humorous that Gareth kept glancing at the pair, clearly jealous, when I thought he rejected Brianne.

My one mistake was displaying my scar as I had my shirt off.  Freya thought it was a tattoo when she briefly spotted it from a distance and promised to keep my secret from our parents. Oh well, it was a good day, and my body needed rest. I knew Callem would soon be cranking up the training intensity, so I would enjoy this moment. I fell asleep in the sun, enjoying my second chance at youth.