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RAISING A
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smaller guppies darted off to the side, and a huge, open mouth
appeared under the surface. The fish snapped up a sodden crust.
Cantor hurled the stone in his hand. The rock thunked
against the skull of his target. All the smaller fish deserted
Bully, who floated on his side. With a grin, Cantor threw his leg
over the limb and slipped into the knee-high water. He shivered
in the icy snowmelt, grabbed his catch, and slogged to the shore.
Exposed roots riddled the steep bank, making irregular
hand and foot holds. Cantor threw the fish onto the grass
above his head and climbed out. Sitting cross-legged in the
tall grass, he removed his sandals and put them on a rock to
dry in the sun. He opened the pouch Ahma had sewn into his
tunic and removed an undersized scabbard.
Hed owned this small, sharp knife since childhood. Odem
had visited on his sixth birthday and, against Ahmas protests,
given the tool to him. Cantord thought himself very clever
when he named the knife Slice, especially when Odem laughed
in his loud bray that filled the tiny cabin. Ahma shook her head
and fetched another piece of greenberry pie for him and Odem.
Shed caught Cantor that night picking his teeth with the
blade. Boxing his ears, she told him if she caught him doing
another stupid thing with that weapon, shed take it away.
Cantor grinned as he applied Slice to the job of gutting
the big carp. A couple of carrion birds landed in a tree nearby.
Cantor nodded in their direction. Ill leave you the tasty
insides. I dont suppose you would agree to peaceably share
between yourselves.
The bigger of the two mountain crows spread his wings
and threatened the smaller, cawing and crowding the other
bird off the limb.
Cantor shook his head. Yeah, I didnt think so.
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breath, dropped the fish, and bolted toward the gaping hole
in space. His heart quickened when he saw it was a horizontal
portal. Vertical openings presented a shaft, which required
scrambling up or plunging down to enter another plane.
If hed outsmarted Tom, he was in for some fun. He
pumped his legs harder.
The distinct sound of leathery wings unfolding caught his
ear. He fought back a grin and redoubled the speed of his dash
to freedom. The dragon on course to intercept him roared a
warning. Accepting the challenge, Cantor pushed his muscles
with all his might. If he could reach the portal first, he could
dive and roll. The dragon in flight would have to land and
squeeze through.
Cantor kept his eye on the opening. On the other side, he
could see a street with people hurrying to and fro. A rush of air
above him warned him just in time. He ducked and avoided
the clutching claws of a brilliantly colored mor dragon as it
swooped to catch him. The small, powerful beast was slightly
larger than a full-grown cow. Cantor glanced up to see him
dip one wing and neatly turn, barely losing momentum as he
came back for another pass. Cantor refocused on the portal.
Fifteen more feet.
The dragon dropped from the sky, approaching his target
face on. He skimmed the high grass and rose to thud against
Cantors chest with his own. The impact knocked Cantor
down and pushed the air out of his lungs. He remained on
the ground, staring up at the blue sky. Dragging air in with
rasping, choking sounds, he rolled to his side and curled up to
facilitate at least one life-sustaining breath.
The dragon landed and approached. Cantor would have
liked to fake death, be still enough to confuse the beast stalking
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him, and get the better of the interfering animal. But he concentrated instead on breathing, pulling air in and pushing air out.
The dragons clawed foot rested on his shoulder, then with
a pinch, he forced Cantor to roll onto his back.
In spite of the spasms racking his chest, Cantor recognized
the wicked gleam in his tormentors eyes. The beast all but
crowed with glee at having downed his prey. With a hop, the
dragon sat on Cantors chest.
Oomph, Cantor managed to choke out, Get off!
The dragons lips curled up at the ends in the terrifying
smile only a dragon can produce. Patience, Cantor. Why is it
that when you are days from being allowed through the portals on your own, you still persist in trying for a rogue adventure? Ahma is very close to granting your walker status.
Get off, Tom! Cantor tried shifting his weight enough to
tilt his body and dump the dragon.
A whoosh of air signaled the closing of the portal. The
dragon winked, and his snout narrowed and grew a thick, short
coat of fur. Pointed horns became floppy ears. Drool dripped
from a much smaller mouth than had blown hot air on Cantor
a moment before. The pressure on Cantors chest eased as the
mor dragons body slimmed into the body of a dog. The reptilian tail changed last. Cantor couldnt see it wagging, but since
Tom was pleased with himself, it most definitely was.
I hate it when you do that!
Tom swiped his face with a pink doggy tongue and jumped
off. Cantor sat, pulled up his knees, and buried his head
between them, still breathing with ragged gasps.
When he finally could talk without discomfort, he looked
up at Tom and grinned. I almost made it.
You didnt.
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INITIATION
dems donkey, Nahzy, dozed in the shade of the blackamore tree. Tom deserted Cantor to wake his old mor
dragon friend. He tore down the hill, displaying dog-like
enthusiasm. As a dragon, Tom exhibited more decorum.
Cantor waved a greeting as Nahzy lifted his head and let out a
lazy bray with a yawn.
The door to the cabin stood open. Two calico kittens, one
black-and-white and one tabby, basked in the sun on the worn
stoop. Cantor stopped at the well, drew up the bucket, and
splashed his face, rubbed his hands a bit in the water, and then
rinsed the dirt off his fish.
He glanced over his shoulder, wondering if Tom were right.
Could Ahma and Odem be plotting his initiation? Cantor didnt
even know what the initiation involved. As long as he didnt have
to write a report, hed be okay.
Oral questions didnt bother him. Ahma said hed been
gifted with a tinkers tongue and fingers. Sometimes that was
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the cabin. But he was pleased. Hed worked hard for Ahmas
smile. Playing the clown often pulled her out of grumpiness
when nothing else would.
Odem was more amenable. But his approving words were
a balm to Cantors doubts. Many times he thought that the
ordinary existence he lived did little to guarantee success in
his fated profession. But Odem thought highly of what few
skills he had. Perhaps he would be an acclaimed realm walker.
Hed see soon enough if he was fool or knight. One could not
fake being a realm walker.
Cantor took off at a faster pace, eager to finish this chore
and get back to a fine fish dinner, more talk of the planes, the
initiation, and perhaps an invitation to accompany Odem on
his journey to set things right between Richra and Derson.
He did his cleansing in the tepid flow of water from an
underground spring that fell from the rocks into a pool deep
enough to dive into and wide enough to provide a decent
swim. The water from the depths of the plane was warm,
unlike the snow run-off in the lake.
He soaped up, rinsed off, and soaped up again. Following
the second dive to the bottom to remove every bubble clinging
to his skin, he hauled himself out and shook his head. Water
splattered the bushes around him. He looked for a towel and
realized hed forgotten to bring one.
Grinning, he pulled on his shirt first, then wrangled the
rest of his clothes over his damp skin. He plowed his fingers
through his wet hair, taming the curls only marginally. A yellow songbird landed on a branch, tilted its head, and let out
a trilling whistle ending with what sounded like a hiccup. It
repeated its performance several times.
I hear you. Cantor leaned back with his hands at his hips,
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bed closet, and then gave Ahma the produce he had gathered.
The words arent the same, Ahma. Depraved means he commits evil deeds involving blatant turpitude.
Ahma squinted at him. I never taught you the word turpitude. Where are you coming up with words I didnt introduce
you to? Have you been down to the village on your own? You
know thats dangerous.
Before he could remind her of the books Odem left with
him, she continued. She addressed the kittens climbing the
dog Tom and sliding down his sides as he lay on his blanket
in a corner. This Cantor thinks hes smart. Time he went out
into the world to learn how ignorant he really is. Im hoping he
lives through the disappointment of only having a mediocre
mind, a limited talent, and no possible means of advancing his
lowly life on his own.
Cantor sighed. So his role tonight was scoundrel and
knave, not beloved sent by Primen to give her life purpose.
Although the meal smelled and tasted wonderful, Cantor
found it difficult to eat with his usual gusto. When would the
initiation begin? How long would it take? If he flubbed an
answer, would he get a second chance?
He tried to think of a calm night sky filled with stars and
distant platters floating in space. Soon he would be traveling to the planes alone. No Ahma to chaperone. No Odem to
pull him out of an interesting exploration. Perhaps a mission
assigned just to him. Hed helped Odem on several occasions
when the old realm walker tackled a problem on some other
plane. But in those cases, hed helped by carrying knapsacks,
setting up a camp, and fixing meals.
Now, son! Odems voice boomed in the small cabin. It is
time to commence your initiation.
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Ahma rose from the table. Let me clear off all this clutter
first.
Cantor clenched his jaw. That would delay them another
hour while the old lady put every blessed object, after being
scrubbed and polished, in its right place. Suppressing a sigh,
he rose to help. Maybe nurturing a better mood in his mentor
would hasten the beginning of his initiation.
Nah, Odem said. The boys waited long enough. Dont
exasperate the youth.
Ahma muttered but sat down again. She folded her hands
on the tabletop and gave her attention to her friend.
Odem winked her way, then turned a serious face to the
initiate. Question, Cantor. Answer me this. Who has first
claim to your allegiance?
Cantors mind raced. Hed expected questions about herbs,
travel safety, levels of guild standing, diplomatic tactics, history of the realms, but nothing like this. Perhaps it was a trick
question. Theyd never discussed allegiance. Surely if this
concept was important enough to be the first question, they
should have discussed it.
Ahma patted his hand and gave him an encouraging smile.
Take your time, Cantor. We can wait as long as it takes for
you to get comfortable with your answer.
At least he was back to treasured apprentice. Ahmas kindness permeated her voice, her expression, and even her posture as she sat on the stool. All fine and good, but he had no
answer.
Think this through. Think. He must. He could come up
with the right answer if he put his mind to it.
Was his first allegiance to Ahma and Odem for the
love and care and guidance that had brought him into his
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