Firebrand

Chapter 176: Passive Relations

Chapter 176: Passive Relations

Passive Relations

Martel did not know what to expect for his first lesson with Father Andrew. But since it did not involve magic, he did not feel too concerned. Even if he did poorly, this could hardly influence his examination or future studies at the Lyceum. And he had enjoyed himself back in Engby, learning his letters with Father Julius. Perhaps this would prove to be a pleasant break from his more challenging classes.

Martel entered the classroom to find an old man wearing the white robe of the clergy. Bald except for a crown of grey hair, Father Andrew shuffled around the room to look in his direction. "You're the new student," the priest spoke with a creaking voice.

"Yes, master."

"Father Andrew," he said in correction. "I'm not some mage." He took a deep breath, which came slightly wheezing. "I am told to run you through the different subjects of knowledge and rectify where you are deficient."

Martel nodded a little.

"Sit down."

Having free choice, the novice sat down at the nearest table.

"Not there."

With no further directions, Martel chose another in the middle of the classroom.

"I thought we should start with geography. Tell me, boy, where are you from?"

"I'm from Engby."

The priest scoffed. "Not the name of some insignificant village. What province?"

"Nordmark."

"Then you should know this. What is the river that divides Aster from Tyria?"

"Frosten," Martel replied hurriedly.

"What of the river that separates Aster from Khiva?"

That one was tougher. He felt that he knew the answer, but nothing came to mind.

"Savena," the priest said impatiently. "Given that it may very well determine the outcome of our current war, you should know it."

"How does a river determine that?" Martel asked, his interest piqued.

"We might as well start there," Father Andrew mumbled and shuffled over to a bookshelf. He retrieved a large scroll and returned, unfurling it on the table. It showed a map of the northern continent, dominated by the Asterian Empire. "The Savena River flows here, with its wellspring in the mountains near cursed Archen and all the way south to the Emerald Sea." The priest traced his gnarled finger along a blue line on the parchment. "And here lies Nahavand, under siege by our legions." He tapped at a city lying by the river, halfway up the line from the sea.

"How does the Savena matter?"

"To reinforce our troops at the siege, we must sail supplies up the river." Father Andrew ran his finger from the sea and up the blue line all the way to the city. "That is why the Tenth Legion defends the delta. If the Khivans take control of the eastern hills, they may position their cannons to blow our ships out of the water."

Martel stared at the map, feeling fascinated in spite of the gruesome topic.

"You planning to join the legions, boy?"

"No, Father Andrew," came the swift reply.

"In that case, let's move on. What lies south of the Emerald Sea?"

"Sindhu."

"Good. Let me find the map…" Once again, old feet shuffled across the floor.

~

His lessons done, Martel had a bit of time before lunch. Sticking one hand inside his pocket to play with the rune token, he was reminded of a thought that came to him last night. He had possessed the small pebble with its symbols for many months now, yet he had no clue what it might do. In fact, it might have been a jest on Regnar's part gifting it to him; Martel would not put it past the hedge mage. But if Eleanor had begun looking into these symbols, maybe she would know.

He crossed the school to reach the girls' dormitory, going up the stairs to reach her chamber. Once he had knocked, she opened the door. "Martel. Something amiss?"

"No, not at all. I merely wondered, with your newfound knowledge, if you might know what this is?" Martel presented the rune token to her. It was basically a small stone, but with numerous sides like a die for some complex game of chance. Instead of the usual symbols for elements, crown, or a jester's hat, each of the sides showed a small Tyrian rune.

Eleanor picked it up and gave it an inspecting look. "I am not that well-versed in these symbols yet. I cannot readily give you much of an answer, but I can compare with my notes or take it to the library."

"Sure, as you prefer. It's not like I have need of it. I'm just curious."

"How did you acquire it?"

"Do you remember Regnar? The hedge mage who travelled with the actors' troupe."

"That rings a bell. He did seem like a fellow full of unexpected tricks."

Some less benign than others, Martel thought with annoyance, remembering how Regnar had tricked him into giving a performance while the street children robbed the audience. "By the way, what is your interest in runes? You never told me."

She gave a half-hearted smile. "Just looking for ways to get better at magic. These runes look like the passive sort," she continued, holding up the token between two fingers.

"Passive?"

"Roughly, runes can be divided into two kinds. At least, as far as we know. Some are active or rather activated, meaning their power lies latent until brought to life by the right word. Until then, they are just scribbles. Passive runes are imbued with magic at the moment of creation, on the other hand, and their power is constantly in effect," Eleanor explained.

"Regnar said something about this would protect me," Martel remembered.

She nodded. "That goes well with these being passive runes. Besides, it would be a worthless gift if the symbols required activation and he never told you the relevant words." She examined the token once more. "Though this might actually be one symbol that can be activated. Let me try." She mumbled a word that Martel did not recognise. Nothing happened with the pebble, and Eleanor grimaced.

"You alright?"

"Yes. Trying to use unfamiliar magic causes some mild discomfort, that is all. I had a bit of a headache after yesterday," she admitted with a wry expression.

"You shouldn't push yourself in that case," Martel cautioned her, remembering how it had felt when he had exhausted his magic at the Imperial palace.

"I will be fine. The lunch bell has already rung, right? You should go before all the fresh bread is taken. I will give this a closer look." She held up the rune token as she spoke the final sentence.

Feeling dismissed, with the implication that they would not be eating together or even walk to the dining hall together, Martel gave half a nod and left.