PART THREE: MANIPULATING MAGIC
An incident occurred on the way to the palace that Reg found odd. Of course, just about everything concerning Rim seemed unusual to him. The man seemed to live on a slightly different level than everyone else. Simple comments took him off-guard while dramatic pronouncements - such as Eya being an Apath - were commonplace. Perhaps it had something to do with having spent half of his life at court. On the other hand, it might be that Rim had a strange personality. This latest event contributed to Reg's opinion of the former chancellor's eccentric nature.
They were passing through the marketplace around mid-morning when it happened, Reg and Bre on foot and Rim in a human-borne chair. Suddenly, rising to a standing position in his seat, the healer shouted for the chair-bearers to stop. When they hesitated, he rapped them soundly over the shoulders with his stout wooden walking-stick. The vehicle lurched to an abrupt halt, nearly spilling him onto the street.
"Damnation!" roared Rim, head swiveling back and forth. "Where did she go?"
"Who?" ventured Reg.
"The girl. The one with the long brown hair. She was just over there," he pointed in the direction of about one-hundred people, all of whom were moving in different directions.
By Reg's reckoning, there were at least forty or fifty women present who fit the healer's description. Obviously, he was looking for someone in particular.
"Who is she?" asked Bre.
"I don't know," said Rim. "I only caught a glimpse of her, but she looked like someone who's been dead for thirty-five years."
"Then it couldn't have been her, could it? I mean, even if she was alive today, she'd be an old woman by now," said Reg.
"I'm no longer sure. The older I get, the more I wonder how predictable and ordered the natural progression of life is. Especially when there's magic involved."
"Magic? Who do you think you saw?" persisted Bre.
Rim shook his head as if to clear away a fog. "I'm just an old man who's started to imagine things. I should have been in the grave years ago. Come on, let's get moving, or you'll be forced to spend another night in one of our fine inns."
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