04-04-2006, 08:53 AM
Here is a story I am writing. I am travelling in a month or so, and I may not have time to finish all the story..but so be it and here goes!
...........Fountain of Youth
PROLOGUE
Time, you are no enemy.
You are said to ravage the face and the laughing body of youth, but that is a lie ? it is pitiless memory that is the scourge.
Memory, which is such a servant when remembering your deeds, is the cruelest of masters in its remembrance of lost beauty and health. In every waking moment it holds up the true mirror of your loss, in the pain of your joints at each move, in the sloth of your limbs to obey the demand of will, in the gaze of the world on your visage.
But with memory is also the will.
1. THE FOURTH FROM THREE
I never enjoy Royal Courts: they are a constant reminder of the world I left behind. I enjoy formal dances even less, even though I am excused from dancing. Banquets and the entertainment there leave me cold. What a waste of time and effort, when I could be researching the more subtle effects of spells, or refining potions, or even perfecting the deep and subtle arts of enchantment!
But as with many things in life, I had no choice in this matter. Morckwin made this clear to me from the outset. As was his wont, he came straight to the point as soon as I had obeyed his summons and gone to his office.
?Daryen, you will be the Mage?s Guild Emissary to King Silath?s court.?
No matter how I tried to keep my face impassive, he knew at once. Or perhaps the very rigidity of my face had given me away. He smiled.
?Yes, young Sera Ambition ? and don?t frown at me, I can feel it! A Mage is not just a spellcaster or an enchanter, as you know from your reading but are so lacking in practice. A Mage, and most especially a Councillor Mage, is also one who owes a duty to the Guild to advance our cause and smooth over any troubles that may arise between us and the ??
Morkwin?s lean, sharp face twisted in anger, and he made an abrupt, irritated gesture, flickering the flame of the candle on its desk, and causing the silver candlestick to sway. I switched my gaze to the calm summer peace of the garden seen through the window, while keeping Morkwin under view from the corner of my eye.
? ? rest of the world! And as even you with your nose in your books must know, the rest of the world seems to be exactly where we?re having our problems these days! ?
?Excuse me, Hallmaster, but I don?t really think I?m -?
?Daryen, you will go far in the Guild and the world I am sending you into, if you would but do as nature intended, and use those two large ears of yours to listen twice as much as that one stubborn mouth you keep using at the most inappropriate times. And if it will make matters any better for you, I tell you plain that you were not my first choice. In fact, you were nobody?s first choice. I doubt if you have spoken a hundred words to any being in the year you have been studying at the Magehall, and as for diplomacy and tact a nine year old child who is a third your age would speak smoother. You could probably count all the influential persons you know at Court on the fingers of one hand and still have five to spare. And as for the social graces?well?you are more refined than a peasant fresh from the fields - yes, by about the thickness of a Kwama eggshell. ?
I said nothing, but smiled and made an ironic bow.
?And, of course, for all your social ineptitude you do have a certain knack of keeping a sarcastic face and manner that will probably provoke someone someday to challenge you to a duel. Yet in spite of all that, circumstance has left us no choice but to send you. Well ? this needs a full explanation. Take a seat. And try to listen, to the end, without any interjections, will you? Even if they strike you as masterpieces of dry wit.?
Both my body and my spirits sank ? my body into the deep chair, my spirits into despair as I suspected I was not going to get out of this one, no matter what. Morkwin got up from his massive, carved desk as I sat down, pacing the room in quick, regular steps, as he declaimed to the walls, the floor, and occasionally at me from under his thick white eyebrows.
?The background, Sera Daryen! The Court of King Silath is one of great Importance to the Mage?s guild, as through its support we are able to legally and economically carry out our exploration of Valleron Island. Legally it lies within his suzerainty, and even though he has given us permission to explore, research and catalogue it we still need the assistance of his guards and transport. Hiring our own would be a heavy burden on our finances. And we cannot give up our research of Valleron, not now.?
Morkwin paused, both in his pacing and his explanation. He remained as a statue, so still that I thought he had finished speaking. I was about to interject, but he suddenly looked fiercely up at me. I looked into his eyes, and subsided back into my chair. Morkwin kept staring at me, then suddenly walked up to my chair and sat down in the one next to it.
Steepled fingers and a slow, quiet voice marked a change in his tone.
?What I am going to tell you, Daryen, is something that you were not told because it was both too tempting, and dangerous, not just for our Mages, but for all the races of Morrowind. But first I want to ask you a question. What do you know about the Restricted Arts??
The many years I had spent in keeping my face impassive stood me in good stead. My face remained stone because I had willed it so: both my heart and my mind, however, were racing. In the short time it took to reply to Morkwin, my mind had remembered, thought, and examined ?
Does he know?
He cannot. I have hid my researches well. Less than one hour a day, and even then two days a week or less. I have taken the greatest precautions, and have done my experiments outside the building. None have seen me copy the forbidden books, one page at a time with my fixeye charm so that I needed only a glance at a page to remember it for the whole day. It has taken me ten months to copy the nine forbidden books, and in the following three months I have made only two experiments, both outside the Hall. And if he knew he would not be leading up to the subject in this way.
I must make him believe that I am doing nothing, and yet too great a disinterest would also betray me. What shall I do? Ah! I will pretend to be interested ? very interested ? in the Restricted Arts, and even hint that I would like to study them if the council would give me the authority ? but at the same time I must show complete ignorance of their powers. In this way my interest will seem genuine if also na?ve, and when Morkwin rebukes me for my interest, and gives me chapter and verse on the evils of the Restricted Arts, I shall then pretend to be genuinely shocked and my vows to never pursue the arts will be more convincing!
?There are Three: The art of Flesh Creation, The Art of Soul Duplication, and The Art of Memory Creation. I understand that they are not to be researched, but I have always been puzzled by why they have been called the ?Restricted Arts? when everyone knows, for all intents and purposes, they are not restricted, but banned! I wonder?are you proposing that I study them with a special dispensation from the Council? If so, I would be delighted ??
?ENOUGH!?
It?s Working ?
?I see that in spite of all your research, Sera, you have not discovered the true nature of the restricted arts. Well, that is to be expected ? they were deliberately designed that way, to disguise the real truth. We have debated long over whether to reveal this truth to you, and decided that you are fit to be trusted with it.?
Morkwin paused ?
? ? and yet this great secret is too heavy to be entrusted to anyone lightly, no matter how trustworthy he seems. If you wish to accept it, you will have to wear the sentient soulstones to forge your oath. Do you accept, Daryen??
SENTIENT SOULSTONE!
Ah, NOW I see. THAT is why he wears earrings, a circlet crown with a central inset stone, and rings on both his hands ? so that the soulstones will hear, see and touch all that he does, and record and remember it on examination! For a Mage to give up all his privacy to a Council ? it MUST be a council ? this must be a powerful, powerful secret indeed.
Daryen nearly said ?I accept? before suddenly remembering ?
Ah, That was a Trap! At my level I am not supposed to know about Sentient Soulstones ? If I had agreed just now I would have been discovered! And I nearly, nearly fell for it?
Clever, Morkwin. Very clever. And Subtle. What Exactly is your Game? I shall play your game, Morkwin, and I shall play it better!
?What are Sentient Soulstones, Hallmaster? I know they can?t be good, at least!?
In Retrospect, I wished I had never said that. But I was ambitious, and knew far more than I should have, and yet far too little for the choices I had to make.
Fate chooses man, not the other way around. This I know now is true. And the first move in the game I find myself in began when Morkwin leaned over and offered a deep, devious bargain.
I am sure Sheogorath must have laughed, then.
...........Fountain of Youth
PROLOGUE
Time, you are no enemy.
You are said to ravage the face and the laughing body of youth, but that is a lie ? it is pitiless memory that is the scourge.
Memory, which is such a servant when remembering your deeds, is the cruelest of masters in its remembrance of lost beauty and health. In every waking moment it holds up the true mirror of your loss, in the pain of your joints at each move, in the sloth of your limbs to obey the demand of will, in the gaze of the world on your visage.
But with memory is also the will.
1. THE FOURTH FROM THREE
I never enjoy Royal Courts: they are a constant reminder of the world I left behind. I enjoy formal dances even less, even though I am excused from dancing. Banquets and the entertainment there leave me cold. What a waste of time and effort, when I could be researching the more subtle effects of spells, or refining potions, or even perfecting the deep and subtle arts of enchantment!
But as with many things in life, I had no choice in this matter. Morckwin made this clear to me from the outset. As was his wont, he came straight to the point as soon as I had obeyed his summons and gone to his office.
?Daryen, you will be the Mage?s Guild Emissary to King Silath?s court.?
No matter how I tried to keep my face impassive, he knew at once. Or perhaps the very rigidity of my face had given me away. He smiled.
?Yes, young Sera Ambition ? and don?t frown at me, I can feel it! A Mage is not just a spellcaster or an enchanter, as you know from your reading but are so lacking in practice. A Mage, and most especially a Councillor Mage, is also one who owes a duty to the Guild to advance our cause and smooth over any troubles that may arise between us and the ??
Morkwin?s lean, sharp face twisted in anger, and he made an abrupt, irritated gesture, flickering the flame of the candle on its desk, and causing the silver candlestick to sway. I switched my gaze to the calm summer peace of the garden seen through the window, while keeping Morkwin under view from the corner of my eye.
? ? rest of the world! And as even you with your nose in your books must know, the rest of the world seems to be exactly where we?re having our problems these days! ?
?Excuse me, Hallmaster, but I don?t really think I?m -?
?Daryen, you will go far in the Guild and the world I am sending you into, if you would but do as nature intended, and use those two large ears of yours to listen twice as much as that one stubborn mouth you keep using at the most inappropriate times. And if it will make matters any better for you, I tell you plain that you were not my first choice. In fact, you were nobody?s first choice. I doubt if you have spoken a hundred words to any being in the year you have been studying at the Magehall, and as for diplomacy and tact a nine year old child who is a third your age would speak smoother. You could probably count all the influential persons you know at Court on the fingers of one hand and still have five to spare. And as for the social graces?well?you are more refined than a peasant fresh from the fields - yes, by about the thickness of a Kwama eggshell. ?
I said nothing, but smiled and made an ironic bow.
?And, of course, for all your social ineptitude you do have a certain knack of keeping a sarcastic face and manner that will probably provoke someone someday to challenge you to a duel. Yet in spite of all that, circumstance has left us no choice but to send you. Well ? this needs a full explanation. Take a seat. And try to listen, to the end, without any interjections, will you? Even if they strike you as masterpieces of dry wit.?
Both my body and my spirits sank ? my body into the deep chair, my spirits into despair as I suspected I was not going to get out of this one, no matter what. Morkwin got up from his massive, carved desk as I sat down, pacing the room in quick, regular steps, as he declaimed to the walls, the floor, and occasionally at me from under his thick white eyebrows.
?The background, Sera Daryen! The Court of King Silath is one of great Importance to the Mage?s guild, as through its support we are able to legally and economically carry out our exploration of Valleron Island. Legally it lies within his suzerainty, and even though he has given us permission to explore, research and catalogue it we still need the assistance of his guards and transport. Hiring our own would be a heavy burden on our finances. And we cannot give up our research of Valleron, not now.?
Morkwin paused, both in his pacing and his explanation. He remained as a statue, so still that I thought he had finished speaking. I was about to interject, but he suddenly looked fiercely up at me. I looked into his eyes, and subsided back into my chair. Morkwin kept staring at me, then suddenly walked up to my chair and sat down in the one next to it.
Steepled fingers and a slow, quiet voice marked a change in his tone.
?What I am going to tell you, Daryen, is something that you were not told because it was both too tempting, and dangerous, not just for our Mages, but for all the races of Morrowind. But first I want to ask you a question. What do you know about the Restricted Arts??
The many years I had spent in keeping my face impassive stood me in good stead. My face remained stone because I had willed it so: both my heart and my mind, however, were racing. In the short time it took to reply to Morkwin, my mind had remembered, thought, and examined ?
Does he know?
He cannot. I have hid my researches well. Less than one hour a day, and even then two days a week or less. I have taken the greatest precautions, and have done my experiments outside the building. None have seen me copy the forbidden books, one page at a time with my fixeye charm so that I needed only a glance at a page to remember it for the whole day. It has taken me ten months to copy the nine forbidden books, and in the following three months I have made only two experiments, both outside the Hall. And if he knew he would not be leading up to the subject in this way.
I must make him believe that I am doing nothing, and yet too great a disinterest would also betray me. What shall I do? Ah! I will pretend to be interested ? very interested ? in the Restricted Arts, and even hint that I would like to study them if the council would give me the authority ? but at the same time I must show complete ignorance of their powers. In this way my interest will seem genuine if also na?ve, and when Morkwin rebukes me for my interest, and gives me chapter and verse on the evils of the Restricted Arts, I shall then pretend to be genuinely shocked and my vows to never pursue the arts will be more convincing!
?There are Three: The art of Flesh Creation, The Art of Soul Duplication, and The Art of Memory Creation. I understand that they are not to be researched, but I have always been puzzled by why they have been called the ?Restricted Arts? when everyone knows, for all intents and purposes, they are not restricted, but banned! I wonder?are you proposing that I study them with a special dispensation from the Council? If so, I would be delighted ??
?ENOUGH!?
It?s Working ?
?I see that in spite of all your research, Sera, you have not discovered the true nature of the restricted arts. Well, that is to be expected ? they were deliberately designed that way, to disguise the real truth. We have debated long over whether to reveal this truth to you, and decided that you are fit to be trusted with it.?
Morkwin paused ?
? ? and yet this great secret is too heavy to be entrusted to anyone lightly, no matter how trustworthy he seems. If you wish to accept it, you will have to wear the sentient soulstones to forge your oath. Do you accept, Daryen??
SENTIENT SOULSTONE!
Ah, NOW I see. THAT is why he wears earrings, a circlet crown with a central inset stone, and rings on both his hands ? so that the soulstones will hear, see and touch all that he does, and record and remember it on examination! For a Mage to give up all his privacy to a Council ? it MUST be a council ? this must be a powerful, powerful secret indeed.
Daryen nearly said ?I accept? before suddenly remembering ?
Ah, That was a Trap! At my level I am not supposed to know about Sentient Soulstones ? If I had agreed just now I would have been discovered! And I nearly, nearly fell for it?
Clever, Morkwin. Very clever. And Subtle. What Exactly is your Game? I shall play your game, Morkwin, and I shall play it better!
?What are Sentient Soulstones, Hallmaster? I know they can?t be good, at least!?
In Retrospect, I wished I had never said that. But I was ambitious, and knew far more than I should have, and yet far too little for the choices I had to make.
Fate chooses man, not the other way around. This I know now is true. And the first move in the game I find myself in began when Morkwin leaned over and offered a deep, devious bargain.
I am sure Sheogorath must have laughed, then.