The Young Magician (The Legacy Trilogy) (51 page)

‘Especially as you don’t have any children of your own.’

‘That’s right, Mr Sallow,’ Simpson replied grimly.

Samuel stepped forward with the first great vessel cradled in his arms. He edged past Manfred Sallow and looked for somewhere to put the large container. A narrow hall led Samuel past a sitting room, into a kitchen, where Samuel heaved the milk up onto the table. On his way out, Samuel noticed there was a young lady in the sitting room, reading from a small book. It was immediately obvious that she was beautiful, with long, dark, braided hair and a sense of concentration as she scanned the lines of her book. Samuel lingered in the doorway, studying her until she looked up and noticed him. She simply smiled up at him and Samuel could feel his cheeks burning at once.

‘Samuel!’ Simpson called from outside. ‘Don’t dawdle long. We’ve plenty to do.’

Samuel nodded to the girl before hurrying off to get the other great jar.

‘That’s a fair amount of milk you’ve ordered, Mr Sallow,’ Simpson remarked. ‘I wouldn’t have marked you for such a thirsty man.’

‘Oh, it’s not all for me,’ Manfred stated. ‘If it’s as good as I’m led to believe, I’m sending a sample to my relatives in Gilgarry this morning, as a gift.’

‘That’s mighty fine of you, Mr Sallow. Good day.’ Simpson climbed up onto the cart and Samuel followed. Being their last delivery, they turned around and set about returning to the farm.

‘She’s his daughter,’ Simpson stated, not a few moments from the Sallows’ door. ‘If that’s what you’re daydreaming about.’

Samuel chuckled in response. ‘Sometimes I think you can read my mind.’

‘With that look on your face,’ the old man returned, brushing his whiskers and blowing a puff of smoke to the breeze, ‘I don’t need to.’

Samuel grinned at nothing and they continued on their bumpy way.

Samuel looked forward to the next day’s delivery. When Mr Sallow opened the door, Samuel eagerly stepped past with the single, small jar in his hands, hoping to spy the daughter once again. He peered into the sitting room, but was disappointed to find it deserted. Samuel’s heart leapt, however, when he found her waiting in the kitchen.

‘You must be Samuel,’ she said, smiling. ‘I am Leila. Leila Sallow. I’m sorry we weren’t introduced yesterday.’

‘Nice to meet you, Leila,’ Samuel returned with a smile that he could not contain. After a moment’s awkward silence, he realised he was staring like a fool. ‘Did you enjoy the milk?’ he asked quickly—too quickly.
Calm now, Samuel
, he reminded himself.
She’s only a girl. No need to panic.

‘Oh, I didn’t get to try it. Daddy sent it away it before I could,’ she answered, smiling and rocking on her heels and toes. ‘Are you going to the village dance next week?’ she asked.

‘I hadn’t heard of it,’ Samuel replied, ‘but I would certainly like to go—if you are, that is.’

‘I am,’ she smiled. ‘I shall look forward to seeing you there.’

‘Perhaps, I’ll see you tomorrow?’

‘Perhaps,’ she responded. There was an energy in the air, an excitement that had his skin covered in goose-bumps and his head feeling light—almost the same as when he summoned his magic, but strange and wonderful. Magicians were not supposed to be able to feel strongly towards women, but right now, he certainly felt something he could not describe.

‘Samuel!’ Simpson called loudly from outside.

Samuel realised he was dawdling. ‘Good day,’ he said to the girl and hurried down the hall.

Simpson was waiting on the wagon and, as soon as Samuel had vaulted up beside him, they turned for home.

‘Mr Sallow says he wants to have all our milk,’ Simpson explained. ‘He says he’ll pay almost twice what I ask now so he can send it all down to Gilgarry.’

‘That’s wonderful,’ Samuel said. ‘Isn’t it?’

‘Of course, but I’m wondering what will happen when you leave and the milk goes back to the way it was. If I let all my customers go now so I can meet Mr Sallow’s order, I may never get them back.’

‘I can promise you, I won’t be leaving just yet. The longer I stay in Lenham, the more interesting things I find. With all the money you make from Mr Sallow in the meantime, you’ll be able to afford to hire some help on the farm once I’m gone and we can build that barn you’ve always wanted.’

Simpson thought for a time. ‘Aye,’ he said. ‘That sounds fine. You’ve got a sensible head on your shoulders after all, lad. Perhaps you will make a decent merchant one day yet.’

‘I hope not,’ Samuel responded.

Simpson seemed very happy and whistled a tune for the trip home. It was the very tune Samuel had taught him.

The new arrangement began several days later. To Samuel’s displeasure, a wagon arrived on their doorstep bound directly for Gilgarry, and so Samuel did not get to see Leila at all. She had been waiting to talk with him on the last few mornings, but her father had begun noticing the fact and had kept Samuel moving along. When he enquired about the dance, Mrs Down said the village had one every month or so, so that everyone could kick up their heels and lose their cares once in a while. They rarely went themselves, being old and having no children, and Mrs Down declared herself a terrible fool for not thinking to tell Samuel of it before.

The night of the dance came and Mrs Down presented Samuel with a fine new set of clothes she had made in the local style—clothes that were not worn and stained from his farm work. His comfortable mage’s boots finished the look finely once he had polished them up. There was no mirror, but Simpson and Mrs Down both said he looked very handsome and so he had to be content with that. Samuel quickly saddled Jess and rode for the village with little else on his mind but seeing Leila.

The village square was decorated with coloured ribbons and lanterns and an enthusiastic tune was being played by a vigorous quartet of musicians. Samuel tied Jess a short distance away beside some other horses and approached the joyful gathering. Men and women were dancing arm in arm before the assortment of foot-tapping musicians. Laughter and merriment prevailed.

‘Hello, Samuel.’ A grey-haired, old couple, arm in arm, said as they approached him. ‘We are Mr and Mrs Luke,’ the old man said. ‘We thought we’d introduce ourselves—we’ve been meaning to for a while. Where are you from, then?’

‘Stable Waterford,’ Samuel said, looking over them for any sign of Leila. ‘In Marlen. Although I have spent some time in the capital.’

‘Oh yes?’ said Mrs Luke. ‘I can’t imagine what the cities must be like. And you help Mr and Mrs Down on their farm?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh, that’s wonderful. Perhaps you could visit for tea one day and tell us all about yourself.’

‘Of course,’ Samuel declared, but then he spied Leila, momentarily visible between dancing bodies. ‘Excuse me, please. I see a young lady I’m hoping to talk with.’

‘Of course, Samuel,’ said Mr Luke through his thick, white beard. ‘Off you go and have some fun.’

Leila saw Samuel approaching and a smile lit her face. A young man was asking her something and she shook her head, brushing past him. Grabbing Samuel by the hand, she dragged the hesitant magician out to dance. At first, he was not quite sure what to do, but he quickly picked up the gist of the movements. Within moments, they were skipping and turning playfully amongst the other village folk.

‘You’re very light on your feet,’ Samuel said, noticing how neatly and gently she moved about.

‘Thank you,’ Leila smiled. ‘And I’m quite surprised you know this dance. I didn’t think anyone outside our village knew it.’

‘I don’t, really,’ Samuel declared, feeling the warmth of her waist in his hand, ‘but I pick things up quite quickly.’ It was not unlike moving between some of the summoning stances he still practised every evening.

They danced for a time and, as Samuel’s nervousness diminished, they moved a little nearer to each other with the start of each new melody. For some reason, he was constantly aware of her hand in his. He tried to relax a little and ignore the fact, but he would have had more luck ignoring his boots if they were on fire. They twirled and danced, laughing and talking all the while about anything and everything, before finally collapsing onto a bench for a much-needed rest. Samuel could not help but notice the scalding looks from many of the village’s young men.

‘How is it that you’re not yet spoken for?’ Samuel asked. ‘All the young men seem to be horrified that I’m dancing with you.’

‘My father has been very possessive of me since my mother died. None of the men around here is good enough for him. He’s hoping to find me a lord or noble of some kind to marry, but they are few and far between in these parts—and all of them are Imperials.’

‘Is there no one suitable for you?’

‘I don’t want to live by my father’s standards. He’s kept me locked up all these years, so I’ve never had time to even meet anyone, except when he bundles me up and takes me down to Gilgarry to display me like a prize cow. Then, all those pompous asses fawn all over me, I tell them what I think of them and then Father brings me home again and won’t talk to me for days. He says if I don’t choose a suitor soon I’ll end up an old maid.’

‘I wouldn’t say you are in danger of growing old anytime soon.’

‘Couples marry younger here than in the cities,’ she told him.

‘Aye,’ Samuel said. ‘So I’ve noticed.

She sighed and looked about the crowd as if searching for someone, before returning her attention to him. ‘What is it that brings you out here, Samuel? You’re obviously well-spoken and educated, but Father says you help Mr and Mrs Down for no pay at all.’

‘I’m really not interested in money.’

‘That’s what people say,’ she said. ‘They also say you are a magician, but I don’t like to listen to such common talk.’

‘It’s true,’ Samuel told her. He was surprised that everyone seemed to know so much about him.

‘And you can do magic?’ she asked expectantly.

‘Aye.’

‘Can you do some magic for me?’

‘I thought people were distrustful of magic in these parts?’ Samuel suggested.

‘Oh, that’s only the ignorant ones and the old-fashioned,’ she explained. ‘Who wouldn’t be fascinated by the chance to see some real magic?’

‘What would you like?’ Samuel asked.

‘A blue puppy!’ she burst out with excitement.

Samuel erupted into laughter, attracting a few glances. ‘I can do magic, not miracles. I think blue puppies are the fairies’ speciality. I’ll ask them to make one the next time I see one.’

‘You’re mocking me,’ she said, still smiling, still holding his arm.

‘Yes,’ he admitted. ‘I’m afraid my magic isn’t quite as spectacular as that. I cannot make a blue puppy for you, but if you find me a puppy, I
could
make it blue, although it probably wouldn’t enjoy it.’

‘Leila!’ came a stern voice, cutting through the music.

It was Manfred Sallow, pushing through the crowd. He stopped before Samuel and Leila, clearly furious. ‘Come back to the house at once!’ he commanded with a barely restrained temper.

Leila’s face fell as she released Samuel’s arm. She walked wordlessly past her father and through the watching crowd, not giving Samuel as much as a ‘goodbye’.

Manfred Sallow faced Samuel and spoke to him with a pointed finger. He lowered his voice, but there was still no doubt that he was straining to remain composed. ‘I’ll say this only once. Do not speak with my daughter. Do you understand?’

Samuel nodded calmly, for he was not angry. He had met many such difficult people before within the Order and he knew a planned and logical approach would solve more than attempting to meet force with force. As Manfred turned and started off after his daughter, Samuel had already begun to think of ways to overcome this new problem.

‘Don’t worry.’ It was Mrs Luke at his side. ‘No one takes any notice of him any more. It will be his fault when his daughter dies a lonely old spinster, the poor dear.’

Samuel put his planning aside and took a few moments to talk with the old couple. From their discussion, it seemed they knew the Downs quite well, but had not been to visit for some time.

‘Mrs Down, the poor woman, lost her only child when it was just a babe,’ Mrs Luke explained, ‘and they tried for years to have another without success. They both took it very hard.’

Samuel nodded in understanding. ‘I felt there was something troubling them.’

‘Families are very important in these parts,’ Mr Luke revealed. ‘I don’t know how things work where you are from, but here life revolves around the family bond. All of us in the village tried for years to console them, but we just couldn’t make up for the death of their little one.’

‘My family were all killed when I was young,’ Samuel told them in all sincerity, ‘so I know what losing loved ones can feel like.’

‘Oh, that’s a shame, Samuel,’ Mrs Luke said sincerely. ‘But let me tell you—there’s no feeling as terrible as a parent losing a child, believe me. You would never wish such a tragedy upon anyone. Now, if you ever feel lonely, you’re welcome to just drop by for a nice cup of tanabil tea. We generally have some on the boil for most of the day.’