Firebrand

Chapter 443: Family Additions

chapter 443: family additions

family additions

a fiveday after his injury, martel's shoulder remained sore and stiff, but by some miracle, he had not torn any of his stitches, and the wound was healing nicely. he still had to exhibit caution during lessons, especially as they had resumed their duels during fire magic. as everyone had mastered how to use gems to strengthen their spellwork, the four acolytes now fought each other using the ruby-tipped staves as both weapon and implement for channelling magic.

normally, martel would be the first to take advantage of fighting both with fire spells and empowerment, switching back and forth as expedient, but his injury made him rely solely on his spellcraft. he did not even use his staff to parry when william, the only other acolyte comfortable enough with the staff to use it as a weapon, did just that; instead, martel avoided william's blows by retreating or using his magical shield.

perhaps sensing a weakness, william pressed his advantage as any good battlemage should. a flurry of attacks forced martel back until he was nearly out of space for further retreats, and the other acolyte skilfully used his staff to intercept martel's fire bolts, lessening the impact even if they hit, as they struck the weapon before the student. martel had few options left, but he was not interested in conceding; he knew that moira would punish him for giving up so easily.

forgoing fire and empowerment, martel chose something else. the next time william stepped forward to strike, martel unleashed a blast of air instead.

it caught his adversary off guard and off-balance, who fell to the ground. william had clearly kept his attention on martel's staff with its gem, expecting another fire spell, making him blind to martel's left hand releasing the air magic instead.

getting back on his feet with a grumble, william looked towards moira. "are we allowed to use any kind of magic?"

the teacher did not bother looking in his direction when she answered. "do you intend to ask the khivans for permission on what spells you may use against them?"

in any case, the wedding will be this harvest. weddings in winter are an ill affair, and the baby will be here before spring, so it has to be before the snow falls. we will delay as long as possible to give you an opportunity to make the journey and attend, though father julius claims it is doubtful you will be given leave to do so. but at the very least you should be given the chance. this is the first wedding in the family in decades, not to mention you will be an uncle soon for the first time. i do so hope you will be able to come home. if not for the wedding, then to meet your nephew or niece in spring.

while on the subject, how about you? you would not be so cruel as to be courting a girl without telling your mother any hint of this? i shall be most disappointed if you treat me the way keith has done. a mother's heart can only take so much before it breaks.

love,

your mother

martel stared at the letter with a wry expression, unsure what to think. no mention of their latest exchange, where martel admitted he was to be a battlemage. probably for the best; nothing won by ploughing that old field a second time. much better to rejoice in these tidings. a child on the way, and festivities in the town.

it was wonderful to contemplate; the only thorn would be that martel knew he could not attend. it would take him two months to reach engby and return; he could not imagine the lyceum would agree to that. just as being a battlemage afforded him leeway in certain regards, it also shackled him in other ways; the school would never let him waste two months when he only had about three left before graduating.

and once that happened, he would be sent to the legions. it occurred to martel that if things went poorly, he might never meet his nephew or niece. he wondered if his family would tell the small child tales of the uncle who possessed magic and was sent to war, dying for the glory of the empire. or maybe he would become a secret, never spoken of, as the very mention of her lost son would make his mother upset.

mentally shaking his head, martel pushed such thoughts away. no point letting this thinking consume him. today, he had received good news; his fears could wait until another day. tomorrow was malday when he had class with his friends; he could check if they were available afterwards. this seemed a good reason to celebrate, and martel intended to do just that.