Part 9 (1/2)

Millet rose and turned toward Gewey, stretching the stiffness from his joints. ”Up with the dawn, I see.” He noticed Kaylia standing there and smiled. ”I see you've decided to join us. Wonderful,” he beamed. ”Absolutely wonderful.”

Lee was the last to rouse. He pretended not to notice Kaylia's return, but Gewey suspected he had been awake to hear their whole conversation. After eating, they packed up and continued on their way to Kaltinor.

Chapter 8.

Gewey returned to his seat in the back with Kaylia. He kept the conversation light, telling her about his youth and life in Sharpstone.

To his surprise, she seemed to take great interested his past, asking questions about the way he lived and the people he knew. Gewey had never thought of village life as anything other than dull and common, but Kaylia seemed to enjoy hearing about it.

”It must have been difficult to leave such a wonderful life behind,” said Kaylia.

”Actually, I've just learned to appreciate what I've lost,” Gewey admitted. ”Still, I don't see how my life would impress you.”

Kaylia leaned back and explained, ”A simple existence is what elves long for, though it doesn't surprise me that humans find such a life common and unfulfilling. But then, you aren't human, are you? Perhaps there is hope that you can learn to appreciate simple things.”

”The simple things will have to wait,” interjected Lee from up front. ”He needs to learn to tap into his power. From now on, midday meal will be preceded by lessons, as will supper. Your training has been delayed far too long, and we've got a lot of catching up to do now that you're more or less healed.”

”I would be happy to a.s.sist,” Kaylia offered. ”I may not be a half-man, but I am not without skills.”

”Your help will be welcome,” said Lee. ”And you,” he said, turning to Gewey, ”will do as I and Kaylia instruct. Do you understand?” Gewey nodded happily, beaming with antic.i.p.ation.

”You may not be so excited when you find out what's in store,” chuckled Lee.

Kaylia giggled almost girlishly, but with a sinister grin on her face.

”Elf training is hard, young one. Believe me when I tell you that if you were human, you would never survive it.”

”That settles it, then,” Lee said. ”We start today.” Gewey could hardly contain himself. Finally, he would learn to fight. He had grown tired of feeling as if he was weak and helpless. If danger came, he needed to be able to fight, and he was determined to prove himself. Whatever the future held, he would be ready.

When they stopped for midday meal, Lee told Gewey to follow him into the woods. He was already out of the wagon when he remembered his sword and started back for it.

”You have your sword ready when I'm ready, or not at all,” yelled Lee and marched into the woods.

Gewey obeyed and followed Lee, unarmed.

They soon found a clearing and Lee came to a halt. ”Attack me,” he said.

Gewey stared but did nothing.

In a flash Lee stepped forward, moving his leg behind Gewey's and bringing his arm hard across the boy's chest, sending him to the ground. ”I said attack me,” he yelled again. ”Or I swear you'll wish you were never born.”

Gewey jumped up angrily and ran straight at Lee. With uncanny speed, Lee stepped aside, grabbed Gewey's shoulder, and jerked the boy's head and torso backwards. Gewey's feet flew into the air, and he landed in the gra.s.s with a soft thud.

Lee looked down at Gewey and shook his head. ”Pathetic,” he growled. ”You will not touch a sword until you throw me to the ground at least once.” He took several strides, then turned to face his young pupil. ”Again.”

Gewey was still dazed, but he got to his feet. Again and again he came at Lee, and again and again he was sent sprawling. This went on for the better part of an hour, until Lee motioned for Gewey to halt.

”I hope you show Kaylia more than you've shown me,” Lee muttered.

When they returned to the wagon, Millet and Kaylia had already eaten and were waiting nearby. Millet had two plates of dried meat and a large piece of flatbread set aside for them.

”We'll eat as we travel,” said Lee, taking the food from Millet.

Millet nodded curtly, handed Gewey his food, and climbed into the wagon. Gewey could feel the soreness sinking in from the dozens of falls he had taken at the hands of Lee, but he didn't complain. He got in the wagon and went over in his mind each time Lee had thrown him, trying to work out his mistakes.

Kaylia smiled slightly and said, ”That's good. Think about what you did wrong. See it in your mind-each motion, every s.h.i.+ft on your feet. Remember the feeling in your muscles. Feel the sensation when you lost your balance. What brought you to that point? When did you lose control? Most importantly, how could you have stopped it?”

Gewey look at Kaylia. His face was stone with concentration. ”I can see it now,” he said. ”Why can't I see it while it's happening?”

”You will in time,” Kaylia replied, then handed him a flask.

”Drink this.”

”What's in it?” he asked, eying the flask suspiciously.

”Jawas tea,” she answered.

”Are you crazy?” Gewey asked sharply, handing it back.

Kaylia refused to take it, shaking her head. ”Jawas tea has a strong effect on humans, but as you are not exactly human, you should be able to withstand its negative effects. If you can, you will find that it has amazing qualities.”

”But it put me out cold the last time,” Gewey protested.

”And you must prevent that,” she replied. ”But this time I want you to feel it inside you and stop it from taking control. You are not to fail, understand?”

”I'll try,” said Gewey said, warily opening the flask.

”No,” Kaylia said sternly. ”I said you are not to fail.”

Gewey nodded and put the flask to his lips, and the cold liquid poured down his throat. He could feel the effects set in immediately, but this time he was ready for it. He fought to keep his eyes open and retain feeling in his limbs, but after a few seconds, he knew it was a losing the battle.

”Don't think about the way you feel,” whispered Kaylia-or at least, it sounded like a whisper as his head swam. ”Think about your body as a whole. Command it. You are in control. You will not allow it to win.”

For a moment, Gewey felt his strength return, but it was short lived. Eventually the jawas tea took over and he lost consciousness. He slumped down in his seat, and Kaylia reached over and slid his body into the corner.

When he woke, it was already dark, and the wagon had stopped. Gewey crawled out and knelt down, groggily. Millet, Kaylia, and Lee were already eating.

”I guess we'll get a late start,” said Kaylia, setting down her bowl.

She had removed her pilgrim's robes and donned her s.h.i.+rt and trousers. She pulled out a small knife and threw it with a flick of her wrist. The knife stuck in the ground less than an inch from Gewey's foot. ”You'll need that,” she said.

Kaylia led Gewey into the forest. The moon was out, providing the only source of light. Gewey's heartbeat quickened the further they walked. He began to wonder when the training would start, and then suddenly he noticed-he was alone.

”Kaylia,” he called nervously, but there was no answer.

Gewey strained his eyes, hoping to catch sight of some movement or shadow. But the night played tricks. He began to see things in the shadows that weren't there; shapes he thought might be Kaylia turned out to be nothing more than a bush or a stump.