made sense.
She
nodded at them both.
"Those
are new weapons, and take some skill to activate. They're potentially deadly too."
She tested the big pile of fields in front of her, with Lewis, who was at the
door, and then got a cloth bag made of canvas, to hold everything. She
technically should have used something nicer, but she was out of velvet bags
that were large enough. Sighing she pulled fifty of the things and put them in
another sack, which was smaller, but nicer, and then did the same with the
rest. One was in velvet, one in silk.
When
she stood, she looked at the kids, who, being clever, had simply put the weapons
away, as if they owned them. It was thievery, pure and simple. But cute anyway.
Rolling her eyes at the ceiling she wondered how many they'd already tucked
away out of her things. She didn't bother asking, knowing that it was going to
be more than two. Not even just two each.
She
held out her right hand.
"You
can have one , each. Give me the rest." Her eyes probably looked
hard, but she was fighting a smile at the same time. The boys both looked so
very guilty after all. Like little kids with their hands literally in the
cookie jar still.
Lewis
shrugged and passed over six of the things. "We were taking them to share
with the rest of the group."
Clyde
had six as well, and she pretended to be counting on her fingers.
"That's
fourteen. There are only ten of you."
Lewis
rolled his own eyes, which she suddenly realized was incredibly rude. Here she'd
been doing it most of her life. No wonder people thought she was stuck up.
"Ma'am?
Two for each of us, and then two for Mr. Havar."
It
made sense to her, but if they were doing that, why not two for everyone? She
got the big canvas sack out again and filled it up. It made a nice clanging
sound really, as the wands danced against each other.
"One
each for now. At Baron Havar's discretion. That part is important here,
in Noram. If someone has a title and isn't a close friend, you should use it. Make
certain to learn them before you talk to people, when possible. Some nobles can
be picky about things like that."
There
was a chorus of yes ma'am from her friends and more eye rolling, since even
little kids from Austra knew that being a nobleman couldn't mean all that much.
They'd lived with that being the case all their lives so far after all. It was
probably true, but when in Noram, it was best not to goad the people with
armies of their own.
She
got them jogging to the dining room, which meant going several buildings over
and up a nice stone staircase. When they got to the door, the place was packed
with people, but they didn't have to wait very long, since Karen, Havar and
Kolb moved their people out, and Sam stood to leave, only to be followed by six
other people.
She
recognized them all, of course, but it was a bit of a strange group. Some of
them however, were friends of hers, she realized.
Ali,
her sister in-law waved to her, and Sheri Bonner saw what was happening and ran
from the back of the room. Oddly enough, to a person, all the little kids that
noticed her saluted . Which she did right back. That got some stares,
along with Farlo Ross, Judith Kerry, Mark Sorenson and Guide. It was, for a
group of school kids, kind of an impressive bunch.
Five
of them were in the Lairdgren Group after all. Ali was too. It was, in a very
real way, a nice percentage of the world's most powerful wizards, standing
right there with them. They may not be Tor, but they were all in the top few
hundred anyway. Maybe higher than that, when you got right down to it.
Havar
looked at them, and nodded to Farlo, Judy, Mark and Ali. Then, almost as if he
had to force himself to do it, he nodded to Guide as well. It wasn't grudging
though, just an afterthought.
"We're
making a delivery out to the Space Training Center. I didn't know we were going
to have this many with us, but I believe that the new devices need to be tested
up there?" He pointed at the ceiling, in case
She
nodded at them both.
"Those
are new weapons, and take some skill to activate. They're potentially deadly too."
She tested the big pile of fields in front of her, with Lewis, who was at the
door, and then got a cloth bag made of canvas, to hold everything. She
technically should have used something nicer, but she was out of velvet bags
that were large enough. Sighing she pulled fifty of the things and put them in
another sack, which was smaller, but nicer, and then did the same with the
rest. One was in velvet, one in silk.
When
she stood, she looked at the kids, who, being clever, had simply put the weapons
away, as if they owned them. It was thievery, pure and simple. But cute anyway.
Rolling her eyes at the ceiling she wondered how many they'd already tucked
away out of her things. She didn't bother asking, knowing that it was going to
be more than two. Not even just two each.
She
held out her right hand.
"You
can have one , each. Give me the rest." Her eyes probably looked
hard, but she was fighting a smile at the same time. The boys both looked so
very guilty after all. Like little kids with their hands literally in the
cookie jar still.
Lewis
shrugged and passed over six of the things. "We were taking them to share
with the rest of the group."
Clyde
had six as well, and she pretended to be counting on her fingers.
"That's
fourteen. There are only ten of you."
Lewis
rolled his own eyes, which she suddenly realized was incredibly rude. Here she'd
been doing it most of her life. No wonder people thought she was stuck up.
"Ma'am?
Two for each of us, and then two for Mr. Havar."
It
made sense to her, but if they were doing that, why not two for everyone? She
got the big canvas sack out again and filled it up. It made a nice clanging
sound really, as the wands danced against each other.
"One
each for now. At Baron Havar's discretion. That part is important here,
in Noram. If someone has a title and isn't a close friend, you should use it. Make
certain to learn them before you talk to people, when possible. Some nobles can
be picky about things like that."
There
was a chorus of yes ma'am from her friends and more eye rolling, since even
little kids from Austra knew that being a nobleman couldn't mean all that much.
They'd lived with that being the case all their lives so far after all. It was
probably true, but when in Noram, it was best not to goad the people with
armies of their own.
She
got them jogging to the dining room, which meant going several buildings over
and up a nice stone staircase. When they got to the door, the place was packed
with people, but they didn't have to wait very long, since Karen, Havar and
Kolb moved their people out, and Sam stood to leave, only to be followed by six
other people.
She
recognized them all, of course, but it was a bit of a strange group. Some of
them however, were friends of hers, she realized.
Ali,
her sister in-law waved to her, and Sheri Bonner saw what was happening and ran
from the back of the room. Oddly enough, to a person, all the little kids that
noticed her saluted . Which she did right back. That got some stares,
along with Farlo Ross, Judith Kerry, Mark Sorenson and Guide. It was, for a
group of school kids, kind of an impressive bunch.
Five
of them were in the Lairdgren Group after all. Ali was too. It was, in a very
real way, a nice percentage of the world's most powerful wizards, standing
right there with them. They may not be Tor, but they were all in the top few
hundred anyway. Maybe higher than that, when you got right down to it.
Havar
looked at them, and nodded to Farlo, Judy, Mark and Ali. Then, almost as if he
had to force himself to do it, he nodded to Guide as well. It wasn't grudging
though, just an afterthought.
"We're
making a delivery out to the Space Training Center. I didn't know we were going
to have this many with us, but I believe that the new devices need to be tested
up there?" He pointed at the ceiling, in case
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