Chapter 421: A Revelation
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Chapter 421: A Revelation
A Revelation
Solday morning afforded Martel another bell working on his enchantment skill, but to much the same result. Infusing the oil with the spell seemed like balancing an egg; no matter how many times he tried, regardless of how, his attempts fell flat. But experience had taught him that consistent practice persevered; he would continue until he cracked this particular egg and made it stand upright.
***
In comparison to his practical efforts at learning magic, studying the Tyrian runes with Eleanor was a relaxing affair; it almost felt like a leisurely activity, reading interesting texts and stories in the quiet company of a good friend. That description also fit the result, perhaps; however frustrating, his practical studies led him to constant advancements in magic, whereas reading in the library was unlikely to yield much.
That said, it could provide a foundation to learn more, with theory supporting practice. Reading the account of a frostmage serving in the northern legions, Martel came across one of the rare instances that not only described a rune, but also depicted it. To his surprise, he recognised it. More importantly, it also showed the activating word, which he had never known before.
He quickly grabbed parchment and a quill to draw the rune carefully and write the pertinent word beneath.
Across the table, Eleanor looked up, interested. "What have you found?"
"Oh, sorry, nothing relevant to our search. I just wanted to make a note of this and learn the rune later."
"Well, what is it?"
"The rune of revelation," Martel explained. He had been subjected to it more than once. Trying to enter gambling establishments or the convent of the Sisters of the Sun, this symbol inscribed on the floor had become illuminated to reveal his magic.
It had to be a passive rune, he realised, meaning once activated, it lay dormant until something triggered it, such as the arrival of a mage. Even more interesting, the rune persisted even after it had been triggered, else the gambling dens of Morcaster would need to have a northern bard constantly on hand to reactivate it.
"Very good." Just to be sure, Martel glanced either way down the desolate alley. "How about the spell you wanted to learn. Should we train that?"
"Yes!"
"Very well. Stop my hand with your wall." Martel moved his hand through the air, slow enough that she had a chance to react.
A look of pure concentration overtook Sparrow's face, and she stomped one foot into the ground. It responded, earth rising up to protect her. But it only reached her waist before it fell back, her spell at an end. Frustration replaced her expression. "I could do much better the last time, I swear!"
"I'm sure you could. If you practiced earlier today, you've probably spent all your spellpower. Remember we talked about that?"
She gestured affirmatively.
"Don't worry about it. You're still small, and it'll take you a long time to build up your strength. You'll get there, and then you will be able to cast several spells at a time."
"Could you also only do a little spellwork when you were my age? I bet you could do loads more."
He laughed a little. "At your age, I wasn't doing any magic at all. So you're already far ahead of me. Keep at it, and you will make a great mage one day."
"I will!"
Looking at her pure smile, Martel understood some of the rewards of being a teacher. Her success would be his success, and hopefully, thanks to his tutelage, a better life awaited the small girl. "I know you will."
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Chapter 421: A Revelation
A Revelation
Solday morning afforded Martel another bell working on his enchantment skill, but to much the same result. Infusing the oil with the spell seemed like balancing an egg; no matter how many times he tried, regardless of how, his attempts fell flat. But experience had taught him that consistent practice persevered; he would continue until he cracked this particular egg and made it stand upright.
***
In comparison to his practical efforts at learning magic, studying the Tyrian runes with Eleanor was a relaxing affair; it almost felt like a leisurely activity, reading interesting texts and stories in the quiet company of a good friend. That description also fit the result, perhaps; however frustrating, his practical studies led him to constant advancements in magic, whereas reading in the library was unlikely to yield much.
That said, it could provide a foundation to learn more, with theory supporting practice. Reading the account of a frostmage serving in the northern legions, Martel came across one of the rare instances that not only described a rune, but also depicted it. To his surprise, he recognised it. More importantly, it also showed the activating word, which he had never known before.
He quickly grabbed parchment and a quill to draw the rune carefully and write the pertinent word beneath.
Across the table, Eleanor looked up, interested. "What have you found?"
"Oh, sorry, nothing relevant to our search. I just wanted to make a note of this and learn the rune later."
"Well, what is it?"
"The rune of revelation," Martel explained. He had been subjected to it more than once. Trying to enter gambling establishments or the convent of the Sisters of the Sun, this symbol inscribed on the floor had become illuminated to reveal his magic.
It had to be a passive rune, he realised, meaning once activated, it lay dormant until something triggered it, such as the arrival of a mage. Even more interesting, the rune persisted even after it had been triggered, else the gambling dens of Morcaster would need to have a northern bard constantly on hand to reactivate it.
"Very good." Just to be sure, Martel glanced either way down the desolate alley. "How about the spell you wanted to learn. Should we train that?"
"Yes!"
"Very well. Stop my hand with your wall." Martel moved his hand through the air, slow enough that she had a chance to react.
A look of pure concentration overtook Sparrow's face, and she stomped one foot into the ground. It responded, earth rising up to protect her. But it only reached her waist before it fell back, her spell at an end. Frustration replaced her expression. "I could do much better the last time, I swear!"
"I'm sure you could. If you practiced earlier today, you've probably spent all your spellpower. Remember we talked about that?"
She gestured affirmatively.
"Don't worry about it. You're still small, and it'll take you a long time to build up your strength. You'll get there, and then you will be able to cast several spells at a time."
"Could you also only do a little spellwork when you were my age? I bet you could do loads more."
He laughed a little. "At your age, I wasn't doing any magic at all. So you're already far ahead of me. Keep at it, and you will make a great mage one day."
"I will!"
Looking at her pure smile, Martel understood some of the rewards of being a teacher. Her success would be his success, and hopefully, thanks to his tutelage, a better life awaited the small girl. "I know you will."
Chapter 421: A RevelationA RevelationSolday morning afforded Martel another bell working on his enchantment skill, but to much the same result. Infusing the oil with the spell seemed like balancing an egg; no matter how many times he tried, regardless of how, his attempts fell flat. But experience had taught him that consistent practice persevered; he would continue until he cracked this particular egg and made it stand upright.***In comparison to his practical efforts at learning magic, studying the Tyrian runes with Eleanor was a relaxing affair; it almost felt like a leisurely activity, reading interesting texts and stories in the quiet company of a good friend. That description also fit the result, perhaps; however frustrating, his practical studies led him to constant advancements in magic, whereas reading in the library was unlikely to yield much.That said, it could provide a foundation to learn more, with theory supporting practice. Reading the account of a frostmage serving in the northern legions, Martel came across one of the rare instances that not only described a rune, but also depicted it. To his surprise, he recognised it. More importantly, it also showed the activating word, which he had never known before.He quickly grabbed parchment and a quill to draw the rune carefully and write the pertinent word beneath.Across the table, Eleanor looked up, interested. "What have you found?""Oh, sorry, nothing relevant to our search. I just wanted to make a note of this and learn the rune later.""Well, what is it?""The rune of revelation," Martel explained. He had been subjected to it more than once. Trying to enter gambling establishments or the convent of the Sisters of the Sun, this symbol inscribed on the floor had become illuminated to reveal his magic.It had to be a passive rune, he realised, meaning once activated, it lay dormant until something triggered it, such as the arrival of a mage. Even more interesting, the rune persisted even after it had been triggered, else the gambling dens of Morcaster would need to have a northern bard constantly on hand to reactivate it."Very good." Just to be sure, Martel glanced either way down the desolate alley. "How about the spell you wanted to learn. Should we train that?""Yes!""Very well. Stop my hand with your wall." Martel moved his hand through the air, slow enough that she had a chance to react.A look of pure concentration overtook Sparrow's face, and she stomped one foot into the ground. It responded, earth rising up to protect her. But it only reached her waist before it fell back, her spell at an end. Frustration replaced her expression. "I could do much better the last time, I swear!""I'm sure you could. If you practiced earlier today, you've probably spent all your spellpower. Remember we talked about that?"She gestured affirmatively."Don't worry about it. You're still small, and it'll take you a long time to build up your strength. You'll get there, and then you will be able to cast several spells at a time.""Could you also only do a little spellwork when you were my age? I bet you could do loads more."He laughed a little. "At your age, I wasn't doing any magic at all. So you're already far ahead of me. Keep at it, and you will make a great mage one day.""I will!"Looking at her pure smile, Martel understood some of the rewards of being a teacher. Her success would be his success, and hopefully, thanks to his tutelage, a better life awaited the small girl. "I know you will."
