Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
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This is one of a series of stories set in the Land of Etherium, a place out of time where wizards channeled mana and a host of creatures we call fairy tales roamed the lands. It is said these tales occurred almost 27,000 years ago before a set of cataclysms shaped the face of the earth and the fairy folk retreated or we in our smugness, no longer saw them.
In any case, they are just stories after all, aren't they?
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This is part nine of the journey of Muddle to find a new Master to continue his magical education. If you haven't read the first eight parts, please do, things may make more sense if you are caught up. I'll wait.
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Muddle woke before dawn to the sound of pounding and shouting on the back door of the wagon. He quickly rolled out of bed and pulled on his trousers and opened the door.
"Magesta, Magesta, you must come quick," said the young boy pounding on the door. "Papa says you must come to the river."
The young boy grabbed Muddle's arm and tried to pull him, but to no avail.
"Give me a minute. I need my boots," Muddle said gently to the boy. He turned back into the wagon to retrieve his boots as Daniell slipped a shirt over his head.
Sitting on the step of the wagon he was able to feast his eyes on Daniell's perky breasts by peeking down her tunic, as she bent over to slip the shirt onto his head.
With his boots on, Muddle stood up and finished sliding his arms into the sleeves. He grabbed his staff and then turned and kissed Daniell. As he was being pulled out of sight by the boy, Muddle called back and said, "Get the horses hitched up and tell everyone to get themselves ready to move."
Daniell nodded and sighed, then turned and started to prepare the wagon for travel.
The young boy, whose name was Samiya, finally pulled Muddle to the knot of men standing by the river bank. Not surprising, Ronton and Samir were there with Chrisfot and several of the senior men from the tinkers and the gypsies.
"Let us wait for the report of the scouts," Samir was saying as Muddle came up on them.
"Ah, Muddle, glad to see you," Ronton said. "Look."
Muddle looked out into the false dawn and was astonished. The river was almost dry. There was maybe a foot or so of water left in the riverbed. He let out a slow whistle and then said to no one in particular, "That was definitely not what I had in mind. I was hoping she would calm the water to allow the ferries to get us across safely."
Jonton and Samir came up in time to hear Muddle. They looked at each other and then Jonton asked incredulously, "You did this?
Muddle turned to the men and said sheepishly, "No. I just asked the lady of the river for a little help getting across. I was hoping she would calm the water, not dam it up."
"Dam it?" Samir asked sharply. He turned and yelled at his men, "Get the wagons ready. We roll as fast as we can for the foothills on the other side. Tell everyone. No breakfast. We Go! NOW! "
Samir turned back and said shaking his head, "I was up north many years ago during the Winter of the Wolves. There was a small town named Finbutton near where we were camped. We were in the hills. "
"We saw the river dry up and one of our scouts said there was an ice dam on the other side of the town. Suddenly there was a crash and a roar and a wall of water washed the town away. The ice had dammed the water up and when it broke, it washed everything away. If your water witch is damming the river up, the same thing will happen here. We must get across and into the foothills before that happens."
Jonton just turned and started running and yelling at his men, "Get the wagons ready. We move now. Tell everyone. Put out the fires and gather your things. We cross inside the hour."
It was chaos as gypsies and tinkers scurried to repack and get their horse teams hitched. Well before the hour was up, Daniell came up with their wagon and stopped by Muddle.
"What is the rush?" Daniell asked. "Jonton was lighting fires in people's backsides like the hordes of Kzrech were coming again."
Muddle just pointed and said, "Look at the river. When Sparkle can no longer hold the water back, this valley is going to be flooded. If we are not across to the foothills, we will get swept away with everything else."
Daniell hear the fear in Muddle's voice and her pale skin turned two shades paler as the import of those words sank in.
As they were talking, the first of the wagons started to roll down the river bank and out into the river bed. They could hear a couple of the scouts telling the first wagons to head just south of the old bridge stonework as there was a beach where they could drive the wagons out of the river.
As they watched the wagons slowly go out onto the nearly dry riverbed, Daniell called down to Muddle, "Should we go? We are packed and ready."
Muddle took a deep breath and sighed. He looked up into Daniell's blue eyes and said, "No. We go last. I may be able to encourage Sparkle into holding the water back just a little longer. That will give everyone more time to reach the foothills. This is all my fault for not being specific with Sparkle."
Daniell started to form the words to argue with him, and then stopped. She had seen that expression on her father's face when he made a decision that was good for the clan but might be bad for himself. She knew there was no discussion that would change that.
She just nodded and said, "We are ready when it is time."
Muddle nodded back and said, "Thank you for your understanding. If there were any other way..."
The wagons rolled by until it was almost midday. Muddle could see the first wagons were out of the river and heading to the foothills. At last, the stragglers rolled past and Muddle swung up into his seat.
"Come Zuzzu and Zuzza," he called out. "It is time for use to go."
The two horses bobbed their heads as if to say, "About Damn Time!"
As they applied themselves to the harnesses, the wagon rolled slowly forward and headed for the riverbed.