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I reached the village of Zimba some weeks later; it was the second
village past the borders of Elmarin's territory, and I felt much safer
at last. I stopped at a tavern and inquired about a room; the barkeep
referred me to the owner, and he in turn showed me to a private room.
"Room and board, one night, one silver ringlet. Drinks extra." I
paid him a gold ringlet, worth in those times about fifteen silver
ringlets. "Will you be staying long, then?" he asked, a gleam in his
"I doubt it, but I may not have time to check out properly when I do
leave. You may keep any excess." He left with a spring in his step.
I closed the door and lay down on the surprisingly clean bed.
Later that evening I went down for my complimentary supper of stew. A
gold ringlet bought my beer for the evening; I told the waitress to
keep the change, and she also got a spring in her step.
I should tell you that money means little to me. Once I sold myself
into slavery to a monster for the price of my life; money seems
unimportant after you have lived through that. If I have enough for
my physical needs, generally I am content.
As I finished my second beer, which I resolved would be all for the
night, lest I become dangerously impaired, I overheard several men at
a nearby table having a heated argument.
"I say he's a menace! Who knows what he's doing alone in that cave?
He's a wizard, for Zor's sake!"
"Now, Rasha, how do you know this?" asked another man. "I, for one,
have not seen him eating children or consorting with demons."
A third man spoke up. "Aye, but still, he at least is rustling our
sheep, for how many herders have lost sheep in that district?"
The second man said, "Foo. That region is full of bluffs and washes.
Sheep are stupid enough to die on their own there, and I fear some of
the herders are also."
Rasha must have been a herder, for he lept to his feet and raised a
fist in the second man's face. "Cor Vinus, you have insulted me too
many times!" A fight seemed imminent.
I considered a spell, but decided (perhaps it was the beer talking) to
step in instead. "I am Solomoriah, the slayer of wizards. Calm
yourself, Rasha, and you all will tell me of this man who lives in a
It came out then that a hermit named Zam Nar lived in a cave in a
nearby area. He was known to be a sorceror, but no one knew his
speciality, if indeed he had one. He came to town every month or so
with skins of various types to trade for food and supplies, and he
never spoke to anyone if he didn't have to.
I resolved to meet this Zam Nar, and take his measure. "I will go to
his cave, my friends, and learn about him; and if he poses a threat to
you and yours, I will deal with that." There was some grumbling, but
all agreed this seemed a reasonable course of action.
They were terrified, of course. They were scared of me, too; I could
see it in their eyes. This had been my lot in life for quite a while.
The next day, I renewed my prepared spells and set out into the countryside. It
took me about three hours to reach the bluffside cave the men in the tavern had
"Zam Nar, are you here?" I called. "I am Solomoriah, come to parley
with you." My voice echoed in the cavern.
After a few moments, I heard "Enter, Solomoriah, slayer of wizards.
Have you come to slay me today?"
"Not today, my friend. Many of the village of Zimba fear you, and
they would like me to kill you, but it is not my way. Only if you are
truly a threat to them would I do that."
At that moment, a light appeared in the cavern. I could see the
hermit, wearing worn but generally clean clothing, standing in the
back of the cavern with a flaming torch in hand. He put it in a
crevice in the wall, a sort of makeshift sconce, and motioned me to
sit on one of the several large rocks which formed his furniture.
As I did so I looked around his cave. He had bedding, in the form of
skins and straw, in one spot, with a large, shapeless leather bag
placed nearby... his "luggage," I presumed. Boxes and sacks of dry
foodstuffs were in another corner, and hanging from a sort of wooden
frame was a gazelle, obviously for his next meal, and some skins drying
"I am finishing my apprenticeship," he began. "My master feels that seven
months spent in the wilderness, meditating and focusing, is the best way to make
the transition to adept."
"A sort of sabbatical before you begin?"
"Just so. I am forbidden to eat meat or fish I have not caught and killed
myself, but I may trade for other foodstuffs. I am also not to have visitors,
so I am afraid you must leave."
"Who is your master?" I asked.
"Tigris, first mage of King Elmarin." I could not hide the brief moment of shock
from my face; and Zam noticed it. He stood up. "You know them, don't you?"
Then he looked me over, taking my measure again. "That ring on your hand! It
is the ring of Elmarin! You have slain them both, then!"
I braced myself, my spell of Kinetic Shield at the forefront of my mind.
"I suppose you think I should slay you now," he said, "to defend the honor of my
master. In truth, I am relieved."
"How so?" I asked, relaxing slightly.
"Tigris was a dark and evil man. When he learned I had demonstrated unusual
talent, he decided he wanted me as his apprentice. I refused, but he found out
I have a little brother, Ren; so he blackmailed me, and I gave in to save my
"Sit, Zam Nar, and consider your apprenticeship at an end a bit early," I said.
"Let me tell you of my former master." So I did.
We talked all day, and all night, exchanging spells, drinking the wine he had
brought to celebrate the end of his seclusion, telling tall tales of women we
had known, and considerably more realistic tales of the men I had fought. I
drank more than is my normal quota, and became quite drunk.
I awoke after noon the next day, in a smoke-filled cavern in terrible pain. As
I looked down, in the smoky gloom I saw a spear working its' way out of my
abdomen; the ring at work. I looked around, and realized that we had been
choked by smoke from a fire at the mouth of the cave, and then attacked by
spearmen. They had apparently been too fearful to loot our bodies...
I saw Zam, a spear in his chest. He was not breathing.
My rage cleared my head. I prepared a fearful group of spells, and cast a
potent Flight spell on myself, with enough power to carry me all the way to the
village. I flew swiftly, and I saw Rasha and his friends laughing as they
entered the tavern. I landed, and I listened at the door a moment.
"Barkeep! Beer all around!" yelled Rasha. "We have slain two foul wizards this
day, and that's thirsty work!"
That was all I needed to hear. I cast a Force Bolt, which blew the door off
its hinges. I stepped inside, already protected by a Kinetic Shield, and said
"When you kill a foul wizard, you damn fool, make sure he's DEAD!"
I won't list the spells I cast; it is sufficient to say that the killers' bodies
were a bit hard to identify when I was finished. Those not involved in the
murderous plot quickly realized I wasn't interested in them, and fled.
The red haze before my eyes finally faded, and I was left drained of emotion. I
picked up a forgotten mug of beer, drank it, and flew out the door.
I decided then and there to leave Africa. I had lived on that continent seven
years, and had perhaps a month's worth of happy memories from that time. In the
city of Gharu I found a merchant with a large ship (for the time, anyway) and
arranged to exchange my magical services for passage to the continent now known
as South America.
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