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.” He paused, as if considering how much to share.“Linda and Leander were—ah—involved years ago.”“What?” Seph looked up at his teacher in surprise.“You wouldn’t know it.”“Well, yes, Seph, you would know it, if you were older and just a bit wiser.Their past makes it difficult for them to deal with each other in the present.”Seph remembered the tension between the wizard and the enchanter, the spark and energy.He thought about Linda’s warning.“Is Hastings a bad man?”“No, I wouldn’t say he’s a bad man.He is one of those wizards who has improved with age.He was quite dangerous and impulsive when he was young.Still dangerous, I suppose.” Nick fell silent for a moment, frowning at some old memory.“Leander’s father was a wizard and his mother Anaweir.His older sister, Carrie, was a warrior.The family did its best to keep her out of the tournaments, but the Roses eventually tracked her down and she was killed.His father died defending her.His mother was never the same.Leander was ten at the time.“By the time he was your age, he was already fighting a personal war against the wizard-dominated hierarchy and the tournament system.He has never been afraid of a fight.Never afraid of dying, either.”“But.if Aunt Linda and Mr.Hastings agree about the tournaments and all?” Seph persisted, wanting to understand.Nick smiled.“These are difficult times.Linda and Leander may agree about the ends, but often disagree about the means.” He put his hand on Seph’s shoulder.“They are both very powerful people in their own way.They will pull you, Seph, whether you like it or not.Eventually, you’ll have to decide for yourself.”Chapter ThirteenA Picnic on the RiverSeph saw no more of Leander Hastings, reinforcing his belief that the wizard had no particular interest in him.The next day was Thursday, Madison’s day off; the day of the picnic.She said she knew of a good place, and she was the one with the car.She suggested he bring his swimming gear, so he assumed it would be somewhere up on the lake.The house had emptied out early.Jack had gone to play soccer with Will and Harmon, trying to beat the heat of the day.Becka was in court, and Linda was actually out looking at real estate.Seph was just loading the cooler when Madison tapped on the screen door.“Come on in,” he said.“I’m just about ready.”She wore a green tie-dyed sundress over her bathing suit, a wide-brimmed hat, and sandals.Her glittering hair was partly braided and beaded, partly hanging free, like rivulets down her back.“This is a great neighborhood,” she said.“I’d like to paint this entire street.It’s like a whole shelf of wedding cakes, each fancier than the last.” She looked around the kitchen, at Seph’s bags and parcels.“Who else did you invite?” she asked in amazement.She helped him carry it all out to her old pickup.They loaded the food into the back, under a tarp.“Do you come from a big family, that you live in such a big house?” she asked.He shook his head, sliding into the passenger side and buckling his seat belt.“There’s just me.Like I told you, that’s Becka’s house.I’m staying here for the summer, at least.”She turned left on Jefferson, toward downtown, ramming up through the manual gears.Seph liked that she drove stick shift.“What are you, a senior?” she asked.He nodded.“Will be.What about you?”“I’ll be a senior, too.But I’m going to be taking classes at Trinity in the fall.At the Art Institute.” She ducked her head away as she said it, as if he might question her right to be there.“Wow.Congratulations.I hear it’s hard to get in.But how do you take classes at the college if you’re still in high school?”“I’ll be there as a post-secondary student.Here in Ohio, you can take college classes for free while you’re still in high school.The school district pays for it.” Madison’s cheeks went pink as she warmed to her subject.“My art teacher at Coal Grove High School set it up.She said I’d really improve with the right teacher, and I can get col-lege credit without having to pay for it.I’m going to be living with my cousin and working at the inn, so.” She shrugged self-consciously, and Seph realized she must be nervous about fitting in as a high school student at an elite private school like Trinity College.“Becka teaches English lit at Trinity.I’ve sat in on a few of her lectures.The students seem really laid back.I bet you’ll like it there.” After his years of attending prep schools, Seph had been surprised at the way the students dressed at Trinity: flannel shirts and sweatshirts and jeans in cool weather, T-shirts and shorts in the summer.He was so engaged in the conversation with Madison that he didn’t realize they were heading south instead of north, until they reached the highway interchange.As they accelerated onto the highway, Seph sat up straighter, looking out the window, fighting off a sense of foreboding.“I didn’t realize we were going out of town,” he said.Madison nodded.“Uh-huh.There’s this really cool nature preserve on the Vermilion River.In Huron County.It’s not far.” She was looking at him a little strangely.“Oh.” It’s all right, he told himself.No need to make a scene.He hadn’t seen a strange wizard all summer.There was no way the alumni could be waiting at the city limits to intercept him, watching all the routes out of town.Besides, he was unlikely to be spotted riding in an unfamiliar car.They passed the city limits without incident.The park was about a half hour away.It was remote, thickly wooded, embraced by a great loop of the river gorge, and embroidered by rocky streams that flowed into the river.The parking lot was empty.“How’d you find this place?” Seph asked, hoisting the cooler onto his shoulder.“I’ve been here fishing a couple of times.” She grinned.“Fishing’s an excuse to sit by the water and do nothing.Perfect.” They hiked upstream a short distance to a little meadow, shaded by tall trees and bordered by little umbrella plants that Madison called May apples.They spread a quilt and Seph laid out the food.It was a hot day, but it was cool under the trees along the water.This is fine, Seph told himself when he’d finally eaten enough.He looked over at Madison and smiled.More than fine.Madison took off her hat and set it aside, groped in her tote and pulled out her sketchbook and charcoals.“You ruined my other drawings, so you have to sit again.”Seph scooted closer to her.“I already cooked for you.You mean I have to sit for you, too?” He cupped her chin in his hands, pulled her toward him, and kissed her.She tasted of brown sugar and butter, and her hair smelled of citrus and lavender.Sunlight rippled over the quilt while the trees moved overhead, as if they were underwater.“Madison,” he whispered.“My friends call me Maddie.” She extricated herself from his embrace [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.” He paused, as if considering how much to share.“Linda and Leander were—ah—involved years ago.”“What?” Seph looked up at his teacher in surprise.“You wouldn’t know it.”“Well, yes, Seph, you would know it, if you were older and just a bit wiser.Their past makes it difficult for them to deal with each other in the present.”Seph remembered the tension between the wizard and the enchanter, the spark and energy.He thought about Linda’s warning.“Is Hastings a bad man?”“No, I wouldn’t say he’s a bad man.He is one of those wizards who has improved with age.He was quite dangerous and impulsive when he was young.Still dangerous, I suppose.” Nick fell silent for a moment, frowning at some old memory.“Leander’s father was a wizard and his mother Anaweir.His older sister, Carrie, was a warrior.The family did its best to keep her out of the tournaments, but the Roses eventually tracked her down and she was killed.His father died defending her.His mother was never the same.Leander was ten at the time.“By the time he was your age, he was already fighting a personal war against the wizard-dominated hierarchy and the tournament system.He has never been afraid of a fight.Never afraid of dying, either.”“But.if Aunt Linda and Mr.Hastings agree about the tournaments and all?” Seph persisted, wanting to understand.Nick smiled.“These are difficult times.Linda and Leander may agree about the ends, but often disagree about the means.” He put his hand on Seph’s shoulder.“They are both very powerful people in their own way.They will pull you, Seph, whether you like it or not.Eventually, you’ll have to decide for yourself.”Chapter ThirteenA Picnic on the RiverSeph saw no more of Leander Hastings, reinforcing his belief that the wizard had no particular interest in him.The next day was Thursday, Madison’s day off; the day of the picnic.She said she knew of a good place, and she was the one with the car.She suggested he bring his swimming gear, so he assumed it would be somewhere up on the lake.The house had emptied out early.Jack had gone to play soccer with Will and Harmon, trying to beat the heat of the day.Becka was in court, and Linda was actually out looking at real estate.Seph was just loading the cooler when Madison tapped on the screen door.“Come on in,” he said.“I’m just about ready.”She wore a green tie-dyed sundress over her bathing suit, a wide-brimmed hat, and sandals.Her glittering hair was partly braided and beaded, partly hanging free, like rivulets down her back.“This is a great neighborhood,” she said.“I’d like to paint this entire street.It’s like a whole shelf of wedding cakes, each fancier than the last.” She looked around the kitchen, at Seph’s bags and parcels.“Who else did you invite?” she asked in amazement.She helped him carry it all out to her old pickup.They loaded the food into the back, under a tarp.“Do you come from a big family, that you live in such a big house?” she asked.He shook his head, sliding into the passenger side and buckling his seat belt.“There’s just me.Like I told you, that’s Becka’s house.I’m staying here for the summer, at least.”She turned left on Jefferson, toward downtown, ramming up through the manual gears.Seph liked that she drove stick shift.“What are you, a senior?” she asked.He nodded.“Will be.What about you?”“I’ll be a senior, too.But I’m going to be taking classes at Trinity in the fall.At the Art Institute.” She ducked her head away as she said it, as if he might question her right to be there.“Wow.Congratulations.I hear it’s hard to get in.But how do you take classes at the college if you’re still in high school?”“I’ll be there as a post-secondary student.Here in Ohio, you can take college classes for free while you’re still in high school.The school district pays for it.” Madison’s cheeks went pink as she warmed to her subject.“My art teacher at Coal Grove High School set it up.She said I’d really improve with the right teacher, and I can get col-lege credit without having to pay for it.I’m going to be living with my cousin and working at the inn, so.” She shrugged self-consciously, and Seph realized she must be nervous about fitting in as a high school student at an elite private school like Trinity College.“Becka teaches English lit at Trinity.I’ve sat in on a few of her lectures.The students seem really laid back.I bet you’ll like it there.” After his years of attending prep schools, Seph had been surprised at the way the students dressed at Trinity: flannel shirts and sweatshirts and jeans in cool weather, T-shirts and shorts in the summer.He was so engaged in the conversation with Madison that he didn’t realize they were heading south instead of north, until they reached the highway interchange.As they accelerated onto the highway, Seph sat up straighter, looking out the window, fighting off a sense of foreboding.“I didn’t realize we were going out of town,” he said.Madison nodded.“Uh-huh.There’s this really cool nature preserve on the Vermilion River.In Huron County.It’s not far.” She was looking at him a little strangely.“Oh.” It’s all right, he told himself.No need to make a scene.He hadn’t seen a strange wizard all summer.There was no way the alumni could be waiting at the city limits to intercept him, watching all the routes out of town.Besides, he was unlikely to be spotted riding in an unfamiliar car.They passed the city limits without incident.The park was about a half hour away.It was remote, thickly wooded, embraced by a great loop of the river gorge, and embroidered by rocky streams that flowed into the river.The parking lot was empty.“How’d you find this place?” Seph asked, hoisting the cooler onto his shoulder.“I’ve been here fishing a couple of times.” She grinned.“Fishing’s an excuse to sit by the water and do nothing.Perfect.” They hiked upstream a short distance to a little meadow, shaded by tall trees and bordered by little umbrella plants that Madison called May apples.They spread a quilt and Seph laid out the food.It was a hot day, but it was cool under the trees along the water.This is fine, Seph told himself when he’d finally eaten enough.He looked over at Madison and smiled.More than fine.Madison took off her hat and set it aside, groped in her tote and pulled out her sketchbook and charcoals.“You ruined my other drawings, so you have to sit again.”Seph scooted closer to her.“I already cooked for you.You mean I have to sit for you, too?” He cupped her chin in his hands, pulled her toward him, and kissed her.She tasted of brown sugar and butter, and her hair smelled of citrus and lavender.Sunlight rippled over the quilt while the trees moved overhead, as if they were underwater.“Madison,” he whispered.“My friends call me Maddie.” She extricated herself from his embrace [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]