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“I was with Xavier,” Thomas replied. With head bowed, he stared at
his stew, sensing he would not be allowed to eat.
“Who?” His mother’s voice. Her angry, high-pitched voice.
Thomas looked up at his father to see a pipe halfway to a gaping
mouth. “Xavier, you know, he lives in the tower. He wants to teach me
to read and write. He wants me to be his apprentice.”
His mother sat down and stared at him.
“He’s got lots of books, scores of them. He showed me a book with
lots of animals in it.”
His da sat back in his chair, silent. His mum folded her hands in her
lap, also silent.
“Think of it,” Thomas continued excitedly. “Think of the things I
could do if I could read. I could go and work for the prince in
Targon, I could see the whole kingdom.”
“Go to bed, Thomas,” Da said.
The boy gazed down at his untouched food. It smelled good and looked even better, but his father had spoken. Thomas got up and climbed the ladder to his loft. Deep into the night, even after his parents stopped their whispered arguing, he lay in bed thinking of the map Xavier had shown him of the kingdom. He would find a way. He would be…what word had Xavier used? Necromancer. He would be a necromancer and he would see the whole kingdom.
* * * *
In the morning, Thomas awoke to the smell of porridge. Having had no
dinner the night before, he hurried down the ladder. There he found
his da already eating. His mum ladled his share into a bowl and then
got some for herself.
“We’ve decided you may learn to read and write. None of that dark
stuff, though. You hear? No digging up of graves,” his da said. “We
want more for your life, Thomas. Now then, what does this friend of
yours want in return? We can’t afford to pay anything. I suppose he
mentioned a price.”
Thomas looked at his mum as she sat down. She folded her hands in her
lap and remained quiet.
“He said it would cost nothing. He just wants someone to teach.
Xavier said he’s getting old and just wants someone to pass on some of
’is…” Thomas paused trying to remember the word. “…knowledge.”
Da wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Then we’ll give it a try. Only
til ’arvest, though. You’ll be needed in the fields then. Anything
after that and we’ll see.”
A month and a half, Thomas thought excitedly. I have a month and a
half!
“No good will come of this,” his mum remarked. “Mark my words, that
man never did any good for anyone.”
Thomas finished his breakfast in a gulp and got up to run from the house. He stopped just outside the door to pick up his favorite stick and heard his da say, “I want better for him, Sonya. This life is no life for my son. He’s smarter than this.”
* * * *
A month passed and Thomas studied. He studied geography; the world
turned out to be a lot bigger than he imagined. He learned arithmetic,
how to count to a thousand. Then moved on to reading and writing,
eight to nine hours a day he went through the books and scrolls. On
the second and third floors of the tower stood skeletons of various
animals, there he learned science, anatomy, and biology.
The fourth floor, however, Xavier said he needed to learn a good deal
more before being ready for that.
“The villagers are shunning me,” he said to Xavier one day after
learning the word. “They whisper about me whenever I pass. Even my
friends. Yesterday I waved to them and started walking, to tell them
what I was learning, and they turned their backs and ran away.”
Xavier looked up from the book he held. “People, for the most part,
are very small-minded. They shun what they do not understand or things
that are different.”
“Was that the way it was with you when you first started studying to
be a necromancer?”
“People always thought me to be a little different. Look, Thomas, you
will see more, you will do more, than they can imagine in their empty
heads. You will learn to create life from death.”
Thomas thought about these words for some time. He wanted to do more
than just plant and harvest. He wanted to travel this world,
especially the sea to the west, to see more than just this tiny
village too small for a name. He decided he liked being different. He
was already learning more than they ever would. Did not that make him
better?
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