Magus (Advent Mage Cycle) Read Online Free
Author: Honor Raconteur
assured him. "Call me Garth, please."
"Very well. You can drop the 'Captain' as well. We're going to be working together a long time, so we might as well start out as friends."
I nodded in agreement. This was a man, I had the feeling, that would make an excellent friend. I had no qualms about accepting such an offer of friendship.
Someone stumbled down the stairs at that point, approaching the table in a slightly unsteady shuffle. It took a moment for me to put name together with face, but I finally remembered. Hazard Harewood. Apparently, he was not a morning person either.
Hazard stopped at the table, dropping heavily into a chair. I've never seen the walking dead before, or anything of that nature, but Hazard was doing a very good impression of one. Xiaolang didn't say a word, just handed him a mug filled with steaming tea. He indicated to me to not say anything, so I stayed quiet, and watched as the big man drained the mug dry.
It was like someone opened the storm shutters—he went from being bleary eyed and unfocused, to awake and alert. "Morning, Cap'n."
"Good morning, Hazard," Xiaolang returned with a twinkle in his eyes. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
"Oh ha-ha," Hazard returned. His hands were already moving, filling a plate of food for himself. "Good morning, Magus."
"Garth," I corrected him. "I'm not a formal person. And a good morning to you, as well."
"Call me Hazard, then," the Solian replied cheerfully. "Where's the beautiful Witch?"
"On her way," I responded confidently, although I wasn't entirely sure if that were the case or not.
"Where's the rest of the team?" Xiaolang countered.
"Shield was making groaning noises, so I'm pretty sure he's up and moving," Hazard reported while putting away food at an alarming rate. "Aletha was shaking Eagle awake last I saw."
Xiaolang shook his head in exasperation. "How late did Eagle stay up studying?"
"I dunno, Cap'n, but when I went to sleep around one this morning, he was still at it."
"Eagle hasn't actually spoken Chahirese in a year or so," Xiaolang explained to me. "He's been studying it ever since we heard about this mission, but he doesn't feel that he's comfortable enough to pass as a native anymore. Do me a favor and spend some time coaching him, otherwise I'll have to take his books away from him."
"I'll work with him as we ride west," I assured him. "Actually, I'll work with all of you as we ride."
"Good idea," Xiaolang approved.
Aletha was the next to descend, followed closely by Shield. They were more awake than Hazard had been, so I ventured a friendly good morning, and received one in return.
"And how is Eagle?" Xiaolang inquired of Aletha.
"Blood shot and wet from the waist up," Aletha reported with rolled eyes. "I had to douse him with cold water to get any sort of reaction. Captain, take his books away, otherwise he'll be like this all the way to Chahir."
"Garth will work with him," Xiaolang promised her. "That should distract him from the books."
I had been keeping an eye on the door, so I saw Chatta when she came in. She wasn't entirely awake yet, judging by the dull look in her eyes, but she was moving all right. I moved my saddlebags so she could have a place to sit.
Didi wasn't awake at all, but draped across Chatta's shoulders, like some sort of woman's fur stole.
"Morning," she greeted as she sank into a seat.
"Not 'good morning'?" I teased.
"No, because there's nothing good about mornings," she growled back at me.
"Diii," Didi muttered in dark agreement. Oh, so he was awake? Well, sort of.
Night nudged the door open and came in, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed, as usual. " Good morning ."
Everyone at the table but Chatta and I jumped, whipping around to stare at him. A bemused smile quirked the corners of my mouth as I took in this extreme reaction. "Xiaolang, I thought Haben told you about Night?"
Xiaolang managed to get his mouth working again. "He failed to mention he was a telepath."
That was so
"Very well. You can drop the 'Captain' as well. We're going to be working together a long time, so we might as well start out as friends."
I nodded in agreement. This was a man, I had the feeling, that would make an excellent friend. I had no qualms about accepting such an offer of friendship.
Someone stumbled down the stairs at that point, approaching the table in a slightly unsteady shuffle. It took a moment for me to put name together with face, but I finally remembered. Hazard Harewood. Apparently, he was not a morning person either.
Hazard stopped at the table, dropping heavily into a chair. I've never seen the walking dead before, or anything of that nature, but Hazard was doing a very good impression of one. Xiaolang didn't say a word, just handed him a mug filled with steaming tea. He indicated to me to not say anything, so I stayed quiet, and watched as the big man drained the mug dry.
It was like someone opened the storm shutters—he went from being bleary eyed and unfocused, to awake and alert. "Morning, Cap'n."
"Good morning, Hazard," Xiaolang returned with a twinkle in his eyes. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
"Oh ha-ha," Hazard returned. His hands were already moving, filling a plate of food for himself. "Good morning, Magus."
"Garth," I corrected him. "I'm not a formal person. And a good morning to you, as well."
"Call me Hazard, then," the Solian replied cheerfully. "Where's the beautiful Witch?"
"On her way," I responded confidently, although I wasn't entirely sure if that were the case or not.
"Where's the rest of the team?" Xiaolang countered.
"Shield was making groaning noises, so I'm pretty sure he's up and moving," Hazard reported while putting away food at an alarming rate. "Aletha was shaking Eagle awake last I saw."
Xiaolang shook his head in exasperation. "How late did Eagle stay up studying?"
"I dunno, Cap'n, but when I went to sleep around one this morning, he was still at it."
"Eagle hasn't actually spoken Chahirese in a year or so," Xiaolang explained to me. "He's been studying it ever since we heard about this mission, but he doesn't feel that he's comfortable enough to pass as a native anymore. Do me a favor and spend some time coaching him, otherwise I'll have to take his books away from him."
"I'll work with him as we ride west," I assured him. "Actually, I'll work with all of you as we ride."
"Good idea," Xiaolang approved.
Aletha was the next to descend, followed closely by Shield. They were more awake than Hazard had been, so I ventured a friendly good morning, and received one in return.
"And how is Eagle?" Xiaolang inquired of Aletha.
"Blood shot and wet from the waist up," Aletha reported with rolled eyes. "I had to douse him with cold water to get any sort of reaction. Captain, take his books away, otherwise he'll be like this all the way to Chahir."
"Garth will work with him," Xiaolang promised her. "That should distract him from the books."
I had been keeping an eye on the door, so I saw Chatta when she came in. She wasn't entirely awake yet, judging by the dull look in her eyes, but she was moving all right. I moved my saddlebags so she could have a place to sit.
Didi wasn't awake at all, but draped across Chatta's shoulders, like some sort of woman's fur stole.
"Morning," she greeted as she sank into a seat.
"Not 'good morning'?" I teased.
"No, because there's nothing good about mornings," she growled back at me.
"Diii," Didi muttered in dark agreement. Oh, so he was awake? Well, sort of.
Night nudged the door open and came in, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed, as usual. " Good morning ."
Everyone at the table but Chatta and I jumped, whipping around to stare at him. A bemused smile quirked the corners of my mouth as I took in this extreme reaction. "Xiaolang, I thought Haben told you about Night?"
Xiaolang managed to get his mouth working again. "He failed to mention he was a telepath."
That was so
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