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"Oh, dear me, Kate, I'm sorry," he says, turning suddenly
from the powerful and terrifying sorcerer to the kindly old wizard you
feel you know. "I thought you were that dratted Oliver boy,"
he explains apologetically. "He has been spying on me all day.
Something worries me about that boy, but what can I do? He is the
king's son, and I work for the king..." he trails off helplessly.
You look at him simpathetically.
"I know what you mean, he gives me a strange feeling too,"
you say, remembering the boy's wicked gold eyes. You shudder at the
memory and push it to the back of your mind.
"Kate," says the magician, holding out his hand expectantly.
You look at him, confused.
"The root?" he says, giving you a curious look. You suddenly
remember, and reach eagerly into your pocket. You carefully pull out
an orange root and hand it to the old man. He takes it and turns to a
large table in the corner of the room. He chops the root into tiny
pieces and, with one swipe, drops them into a large, boiling cauldron
full of light red liquid.
"Well, that's done, thank you for getting the root for me,"
he says, sitting down in a comfortable-looking chair. You sit down in
another chair and sigh, looking at the floor. Your mind is occupied
with thoughts of the boy, Oliver. You keep seeing his gold eyes,
looking at you, filled with...something.
"He's evil, isn't he?" you ask suddenly. The magician
doesn't look surprised though.
"I do not know that, Kate," he replies vaguely. "I am
only skilled in the arts of medicine, healing, and alchemy. I am not
yet experienced with spirits and such."
You nod understandingly. You couldn't expect him to know EVERYTHING.
You sigh again and stand up.
"I should go. My father will be wanting supper soon," you
tell the sorcerer. He nods, and you leave the laboratory. You walk
down the road, away from the castle, toward your cottage. You are
still thinking about the boy. You have a feeling he is going to bring
trouble, but you don't know for sure, you don't know how, and you
don't know when.
You put your hands up, a sign of surrender. The old wizard squints his
already wrinkled eyes and gives a sound of surprise.
