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last-of his goal.
Magic.
More than anything else, Randal wanted to be a
wizard, a worker in spells and enchantments that could
change the texture of reality-or, more practi
cally, make short work of clearing out a filthy stable.
He had spent three years at the Schola in
Tarnsberg studying the magical arts before he broke
the oldest law of wizardry-the one that forbade a
wizard to attack or defend with steel.
His action had saved the Schola from destruction, and the
Regents-the master wizards who con trolled the
School of Wizardry-had not been un grateful.
They'd made Randal a journeyman wizard,
setting him on the second stage of the long road that
led from apprenticeship to mastery. But they'd also done
something else.
They'd taken his magic away from him. Until he
could get permission from the wizard Balpesh, once a
Regent of the Schola and now a hermit living near
Tattinham in the eastern mountains, all Randal's
skill and training had to remain untouched, no mat
ter how great the need.
Randal slapped at another fly. Back in
Tarnsberg, any second-year apprentice could
get rid of these flying nuisances with an
elementary spell. He could do it himself right now.
Nothing prevented him ex cept his own will.
The Regents of the Schola hadn't put him under any
kind of enchantment or binding spell when they barred
him from the use of magic; they had done
something far simpler, and far less kind. They had
asked for his sworn word, and he had given it.
A wizard doesn'
t lie,
thought Randal, bending again at his work.
Even if I
can
His
t work magic right now, I'm still a wizard
. The Regents
said so.
Randal had wanted to be a wizard ever since a
master wizard named Madoc the Wayfarer visited
Castle Doun. The training that kept Randal true
to his promise, however, had begun a long time before.
Lord Alyen, who was Randal's uncle and brother of the
baron who ruled over Doun, had never spoken an
untruth in Randal's hearing-and Sir Palamon, the
castle's master-at-arms, who was in charge of turning