Casket of Souls

honey wine politely. “Are you a mead maker by trade, Aman?”
    “I am. I have a shop in the Harvest Market.”
    “You must do very well.” Thero took another sip, then rested his cup on his knee. “Tell me, when did you know that Mika is wizard-born?”
    Aman sighed. “I figured you’d see it.”
    “Are there wizards in your family, or your wife’s?”
    “Not that we know of, but her great-granddad and my great-great-grandmother were ’faie, so Mika has the blood from both sides. But he’s the only one to show any sign of magic.”
    “What have you observed?”
    “Well, sometimes things move when he’s in a temper. He sent a bowl flying just last week. And he can turn fire blue if he stares at it hard enough.”
    “Why haven’t you presented him at the Orëska House?”
    Aman turned the cup in his hands. “He’s our only child, you see. And Yriani couldn’t bear to part with him.”
    “Ah, yes. Well, I’m sorry to say this, but if Mika has the ability to move things without any training, then his power is very strong, and unless properly taught, he could hurt people without meaning to as he grows older and his gift more powerful. He might start fires without meaning to, or even kill. Agift like his won’t just go away. And I’m sure you know that he’ll not have a normal life span. He needs to have contact with his own kind if he’s to be happy.”
    Aman stared down at the floor between his bare feet. At last he sighed. “What must we do?”
    “I would like to take him on as my apprentice. He would live with me at the Orëska House, but be free to visit you and his mother anytime he likes, so long as it doesn’t interfere with his studies.” He could see the man warring with himself, knowing Thero was right about Mika’s future if he went untrained, but heartbroken at the thought of giving up his son. “A wizard’s apprentice is like his own child, and treated as such. My master was very kind to me, and I would certainly be so with Mika.”
    “Is that the real reason you saved him?” Aman asked.
    “Not at all. He’s only the first of what I hope are many to be restored.”
    “But you’ve only just met him. How do you know if you’ll get on?”
    Thero smiled. “A wizard knows when he meets the right child.”
    Tears stood in Aman’s eyes. “We only just got him back from the sleeping death. I don’t know what his mother will say. It will break her heart!”
    “You and your wife will always be welcome at the House, and Mika can visit at home. Besides, I wouldn’t take him away so abruptly. He’ll need time to get used to the idea, just as you and your wife will. After Mourning Night and the winter festival is soon enough. In the meantime, you will all be my guests from time to time, and I will visit with Mika here, with your kind permission. I can teach him a few of the basics, and help him control his abilities.” Thero set his cup aside and stood up. “But I’m afraid I must have your answer now.”
    “He could really kill someone?”
    “Untrained wizard-born have no skill at controlling or channeling their powers. And if Mika is spontaneously manifesting that kind of ability at so young an age, then yes, hewill be dangerous and is likely to be killed. You have my oath on it.”
    Aman cast an unhappy glance in the direction of the bedchamber, where Mika was chattering away with his mother. Her weeping had turned to laughter. “Not until after the festival? Perhaps that will be enough time for her.”
    Thero resisted a loud sigh of relief. “Thank you, Aman. I promise you, Mika will have a very good life with me. I must go now, but I’ll return soon, and ask Mika myself if he wants to be my apprentice. Will you explain it to him in the meantime?”
    “I’ll do my best.”
    Thero extended his hand and Aman took it. The bargain was struck.
    “What took you so long in there?” Micum demanded as they set off down the street.
    “Discussing a few last details with the father.”
    “Do you think Mika will be all right now?”
    “Yes.”
    “What did you learn from your magic? I saw the way you reacted.”
    Thero explained the brief vision and what he’d felt.
    “So we know how to cure Illia!”
    “We’ll see.”
    Micum’s face fell. “What do you mean by that?”
    “The child is wizard-born. That might have had some effect, as well as the conditions under which I released him. He was very confused at first. I more or less told him how to get home. We must