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"Wizard," corrected Randal.
"Madoc's a wizard, not a magician. Yes,
I left with Master Madoc." "That's what Father
said," Walter told him, smiling a little. "Sir
Palamon and Sir lohan-now, those two were in a
rare fit. They were saddled and bridledand ready
to ride after you. The man-at-arms who'd seen you go but
hadn't stopped you was quaking at the look on their
faces."
"Then what happened?" Randal asked.
"Not much," said Walter. "Father called Sir
Palamon and Sir lohan to him, and after he'd done
talking with them, they sent their mounts back to the stable and
never spoke of you again."
Madoc said he'd told Lord Alyen,
Randal remembered.
It must have been an interesting conversation.
But Walter's brief amusement had already died
away. "You shouldn't have left without saying goodbye
to me, at least. You know I wouldn't have told
anyone."
Randal looked away from his cousin, and down at the
bowl of water. "I didn't think you'd understand."
Walter didn't say anything. After a moment, a
knock on the door broke the uncomfortable silence.
"That'll be the food," Walter said, sounding
relieved at the interruption. "Are you hungry?"
Randal nodded. Walter went to the door and opened it.
Outside lay a wooden platter with a meat pie and a
loaf of bread. A leather bottle of water rested
on the floor beside the platter.
Walter cut the pie in half with his dagger and handed a
portion to Randal. The young wizard bit into the pastry
and juicy beef, and felt thankful for the kitchen
scraps he'd eaten earlier-without those to take the
edge off his appetite, he'd have shamed himself before his
cousin by tearing into his dinner like a hungry animal.
"So," said Walter, when all the food was gone.
"Tell me about Tarnsberg."
Randal was silent for a moment. How could he
describe the Schola to somebody who'd never studied
there? Walter would never know an apprentice
wizard's bitter frustration when a common charm
refused to work, or understand the heady joy that came from
seeing a difficult spell turn out right at last.
"It's a city on the western coast," said Randal
finally, without looking up. "I studied magic there."
"For three years?" Walter asked.
Randal nodded. He could sense his cousin looking at
him, and Walter's next question came as no