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Updated pages 1,2,3,4,When Evan was three years old, he began to show a knack for strucity, though his mother, Aerlynne, always said calling it a knack was akin to calling “a whoppin’ tree but a wee sapling.” That day was the first day the boy was to go to market into town with his father alone. There had been a powerful conflict raging argument regarding this separation of child and mother, but his father, Haergoff, had risked life and limb put his foot down at the end of it, refusing to let the force of his wife's ranting tantrum overcome him into silence; a rare occurrence to say the least. When she had finally stopped shouting long enough for him to get a word in edgewise, he'd whined in his strong Kaerick accent, “Now darling, thou knowest he can't hang upon thine apron strings forever, aye? Thou must permit him to come with me today. Thou simply must permit it. I beg of thee. We shall be fine.” It wasn't her husband's wheedling that convinced her, though, half so much as it was that she could hear her father's voice in the back of her mind saying the same thing – and her mother's firm foot stamping in support of it. With squinted eyes and a searing glare, she began laying out the ground rules for the journey. If it was going to be done, it would Though six years had passed since the heptad famine had ended, and things were mightily improved from the years of scarcity and borderline starvation, loading the wagon wasn’t as bountiful as it had once been. Those seven years of hunger had settled a whole new mindset upon the land. As Haergoff packed the crates, his wife stood behind him, her anxiety at the coming separation exhibiting itself in her tone as she micro-managed every move. “Naw, now take that one down. ‘Tis too many! Art thou trying to starve us again? Exactly how much of our food wilt thou be selling? Hast thou no love in thine heart? Shall we go hungry that thou mightest get rich?” Haergoff kept his head down and mouth shut. Though it was true that care must be taken to keep an ample supply of preserved food on hand, she was more than overdoing it, but he knew one wrong word, a tone taken out of context, a posture that might be misunderstood, could derail the entire trip. Since this might be his only chance for a month or more, he simply followed orders obediently until the wagon was sparsely loaded with a salted ham, some honey and a few bags of dry corn. Her anxiety only increased as Evan was fed, dressed and bundled against the late winter weather, but as he was taken into his father’s arms, she ran out of words, her eyAnd so, amongst grumblings and poutings, the wagon was loaded with salted ham, honey, and a few bags of dry corn. Then Evan was fed, dressed and bundled against the late winter weather, anNow, little Evan was a sharp lad, and though the argument regarding the separation from his mother had happened in private, the behavioral queues given by his Mama and Papa were inescapable. Every time Papa had looked at Mama, he seemed a little afraid. That meant Papa was waiting for Mama to say something that would keep him from...what? Well, keep him from going through with something she disapproved of. Mama, who was always kind and loving (to him), had been more kind and loving than ever before, encouraging him, eyes moist, near tears, holding him close...something was terribly wrong. He felt His anxiety had begunThen Papa took Evan from Mama – odd. Mama began to cry – very odd. Papa turned and began to walk away...and Mama waved. Mama waved? She wasn’t coming? Fear shot through the boy with an electric tingle. He turned and saw that they were headed toward the wagon. He turned back again and saw Mama, curly red hair sticking to her damp cheeks, waving with one hand while the other clutched her apron with a brave look on her face - and Evan began to scream. Tears flowed down his chubby cheeks, both hands reached for his mother, clasping and unclasping, and he cried out for her with all the energy a child who feels the worldHaergoff held tight and hurried away before his wife changed her mind. It had to be done. The boy was, after all, a boy, and needed to begin to learn how to survive. If he was going to be a contributing member of the family, it was never too early to begin learning. It was late, in fact. This parting should have taken place a year ago, but with an overly protective wife prone to fits of anger, especially when it came to her baby, it had been impossible to try and have this conversation then. For goodness sake, it was well-nigh impossible now. With resolution he walked to the wagon, squirming child and all, mounted up with some difficulty, took the reins in one hand while holding the child safely in a steel grip with the other, and away theThe second Evan couldn’t see his mother anymore, the world as the three of them knew it changed forever. One moment they were riding into the woods just father and son, the next moment Aerlynne was sitting on the seat beside her husband with her son iThe shock of it all nearly caused that trip to end there, and end badly. Evan was instantly unconscious and limp as a rag doll. Aerlynne was completely disoriented and violently sick to her stomach, and so utterly startled that she could do little but gasp and burble as though she’d just been sucked out of existence in one place only to reappear in another without any warning. Haergoff roared with startlement, and then moved with lightning reflexes to catch his son who had tumbled off his mother’s lap, onto the floor board, and was within an inch of falling beneath the wagon and its iron rimmed wheels, saving him from tMomentarily blind, her mind stunned and reeling, it took Aerlynne several seconds to get her thoughts to act cohesively again, and even then, the surrealistic sense of dream around her was so strong she had a very difficult time adjusting to the idea that this was reality and not simply her having a shocking nightmare. When her husband, now clutching little Evan to his chest, reached for her, she slapped his hand away with another shoutThen there was some shouting on both of their parts as Haergoff tried to figure out what had just happened and Aerlynne, stomach churning, tried to grasp reality once again, and some vomiting on her part as the contents of her stomach spontaneously sprayed from her mouth inches from her husband’s face, and some dodging on his part; but soon enough the wagon had been brought to a halt and both of them were frantically bent over their uncoEvan wasn’t coming out of it, and by that evening, it had been decided that trading goods would have to wait. Rather than riding from where they lived on the outskirts of Murn to the market at Senthrol, which was a two day journey, they rode straight on through to Tylenthael, which was a six day journey. In Tylenthael there were remediacs and fisiciens, someone, anyone who might explain to them what had happened to mother and son and how it might be fixed. They made the six day trip in four, dripping milk into their unconscious son’s mouth to keep him alive.At the hospitium in Tylenthael they spoke with a medick who, after learning that they had nothing to trade but ham, honey, and corn, recommended to them Raelin’s Remediacs, a group of philanthropic fisiciens that worked for little or no payment. As fortune had it, Raelin himself was in town and happened \n\n... [30,518 characters omitted] ...\n\nled. By the volume of the crowd and the depth of their enthusiasm, there was little question as to how ready they were to see the form constructed, to watch a little person take to the skies, little doubt as to whether or not they believed it could happen, but...nothing. The crowd thought that the maven must be playing with them still, and much laughter andHe took a deep breath, frowned with deep concentration, and tilted his head back again, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching as he poured all of the focus and determination he could muster into the form, the necklace stone now glowing so brightly it illuminated the faces of the children pressed against the stage. He swept his arm down and again lifted it roofward slowly, motioning for the child he knew was here, now, to lift into the air, the child he had come seeking, the gifted one. He had to be here. ‘Rise up, child,’ he thought to himself, and then refocused his thoughts so that he didn’t slip from tapping the energy that poured out from the talisman at his neck to his own essence. With so many long years of working toward this moment, waiting and practicing, learning an entire new class The audience began to wonder what was going on. Their cheers were not so energetic as they had been a moment ago. The children were all looking expectantly around at one another, but as nothing continued to happen, their faces tended more and more toward disappointment. Arlot could feel the weight of building disbelief weighing down on him, binding his form as his outer-consciousness reached around the crowd, seeking for the boy’s ethereal fingerprint, and he began to panic inside – and instantly he released the form. He knew better than to try and evince a form even he did not believe he could work. The crushing weight of the audience’s doubt bore down on him, and he quickly cut off his outward reaching, retreating back within himself alone. The necklace stone winked out, and his hands dropped to his sides. The audience fell into a hush. This didn’t look like aThe scope and scale of his disappointment and sudden crushing fear were so massive he felt his knees wobble for a moment, and he staggered. That was it, then. Hope was lost. Without anotRaelin turned to look at Evretant, and Haergoff looked to Raelin. Evretant shrugged his shoulders, and then when Raelin realized that Haergoff was looking expectantly at him, he passed the shrug along. They turned their eyes back to the now empty stage and, along with the rest of the crowd, waited to see what was next. They waited a few seconds, then several seconds more. Nothing was next. People began to mutter, and a voice cried out through cupped hands, “Aye, gettest thee back here! Where’sThe disappointment from earlier, that had been used as a tool to set the crowd up for a greater joy in fulfilled expectation now served to provide a potent support for their more forceful disappointment. Another voice joined the first, and as the disapproval of a disillusioned audience began to build, not the least of whom was Evretant, Raelin said to him, “Sir, I brought this man to see the maven. Thinkest thou that thou couldst take Evretant scowled deeply. “Indeed. I must needs speak with him also, methinks. Come, let us make haste before the entire crowd realizes the show is over and decides to leave at the same time we do.” To himself he thought, ‘Or worse yet, decide not to leave and start breaking things like they did at the last faiIt was a short distance to the door and out into the evening air, and Raelin, Evretant and Haergoff were all suddenly thankful that they had been so far back in line that they were only just able to squeeze into the room when the lecture began. With some significant amount of pushing by Raelin, who tried to be polite about it, but was not always successful, the three of them worked their way through the packed crowd toward the hospitium's guest quarters. The crowd was curious, and shouts traveled from outside to inside asking what had happened, and shouts could be heard in answer saying that the show was over. This served to inspire Raelin to be a bit more hasty, to try and stay ahead of the herd. They were not the only ones from inside that had given up on the show and were headed out. The volume of boos and disapproving shouts inside began to grow as the audience expressed their disappointment in no uncertain terms, and the feeling of the crowd began to move from festive to hostile. Evretant glanced uncomfortably over his shoulder, the first signs of fear showing on his face and said, “Gar, they sound pretty Raelin, more used to the common rabble and their excitement about causing a ruckus, didn’t bother sharing his pessimism about his outlook, but notched up the speed with which he worked his There were still minutes of pushing through the midst of the throng, but Raelin’s size and willingness to move forward whether the person in his way moved or not, worked. They were able to get out of the thick of things before the volume from the crowd changed from disappointed to angry, and from angry to chaotic. Once free from the press of humanity, however, it was a shorAs they approached the guest quarters, they saw several dozen soldiers hurrying toward the lecture hall behind them, some of them barking orders, all of them looking ready for a fight. Haergoff, being country bred and raised, looked quite terrified. As the door closed behind them, and the shouting became muffled, Raelin saw the man’s face and clapped him solidly and chummily on the shoulder, startling the poor fellow nearly out of his wits and eliciting a frightened cry as though he’d been bit by “No need to be frightened, man,” said Raelin. “’Tis a common enough experience here in Tylenthael. Both the crowd and the guard are used to it. A little violence gives us something to doThey marched past the watchman at the front counter, up the stairs and to the maven’s quarters where Evretant knocked soundly and not so politely on his door. Raelin, suddenly looking a bit worried for him, leaned forward and whispered in Evretant’s ear, “Sir, not to tellest thee thy business, but ‘tis the queen’Evretant frowned with displeasure, but, as the door opened, suddenly snapped to attention, his attitude altering from angry and fierce to tame and ingratiating. A young man stood in the doEvretant, his smile stiff as a board and as warm as snow, said,A moment later and the young man holding the door was replaced Evretant had come prepared to say, “Look, thou daft fool, thou canst come and command the entire city’s attention, bring the rabble to mine hospitium, build up their expectations, and then dash them to the ground. Willest thou be paying for the cost of repairing the buildings and the medical bills?” What came out of his mouth instead was, “Good even, maven. A pleasure to sArlot’s head bobbed ever so slightly as he waited for the man to say something that mattered. Evretant seemed stumped, and stood there with that wooden smile glued to his face. As one second of silence turned into three, the master of the hospitium began to become uncomfortable, and a look of impatience began toRaelin stepped in to save the day. “Good even, sire. We beg thee to forgive our intrusion, but the master has brought us herArlot looked at him and said, “Just because I reside in the king’s court doesn’t make me nobility. Don’t call me sire. Who is this man?” His tone was sharp and impatient. Evretant was suddenly quite glad he’d brought Raelin along and meekly ducked Raelin replied, “My apologies, maven. This man is Haergoff, a farmer from the village of Murn. He and his wife have ridden hArlot interrupted, “Forgive me, sir, but I really have terribly important business to attend to, and no time for a meet-and-greet. I mean no offense, but there are matters at work here that dwarf your cares as well as mine, and I must attend to them.”Evretant’s face flushed in response to being so casually discarded, but the maven didn’t seem to notice. He went to close the door in their faces when Haergoff, frightened and out of his element, said, “Please, sir. I beg of thee a moment of thy timeThe door quit closing, and Arlot sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. He glanced over his shoulder to where his assistant was packing, and then back at the trio in front of him. “You know,” he said, his voice suddenly much softer, “it dawns on me just now I won’t be able to leave until morning no matter how quickly we pack.” Then speaking to himself, “Not that it will make a difference now.” Opening the door widThere were two chairs in the room, one at the small desk that all the guest rooms had, and one at the vanity table in front of the mirror. Arlot pulled one chair out and motioned for Haergoff to take a seat, and then took the other for himself. “TellHaergoff, unable to bring himself to sit with so many men of high estate standing around him, left the chair empty. He started with, “Well, I, uh. Thank thee, sir, for seeing me, er, speaking with me. I wanted, or, it’s such an honor getting to meet thee, thou knowest, and ‘tis truly thy pleasure that, OR, ‘tisArlot smiled and shook his head. “Good man, no need for all that. Master Evretant and Fisicien Raelin are no small company to keep. If they have brought you here, it is evident to me that some great issue is at stake. Let’s get past the formalities and to the business at hand. The question on the table is, hoArlot was a kind man at heart, if a bit out-of-touch with the realities of common life and a bit spoiled by living at the castle and being waited on by the queen’s slaves. He was not willfully proud, nor did he consider himself better than others, even the commoners, most of the time, but he was more aware than most people of the part he played and was to play in the development of a kingdom, and how his life touched not hundreds or thousands, but hundreds of thousands, if not millions of other lives in the decisions he made. He turned with a look of surprise and mild annoyance at Evretant and Raelin, two men who should know better, who should themselves be reluctant to be taking on the troubles of one commoner’s son with the depth of responsibility and the size of the job each of them had in life, and saiEvretant, his focus suddenly called away from the depth of annoyance he felt at the maven’s cosmic disappointment, looked rathRaelin held a different view on the world than did Arlot, or Evretant for that matter. Raelin, though quite proud, was a man who believed that the greatest power anyone could have in this world was the power to heal, and he believed, truly and deeply, that there was no such thing as a man so unknown or uninvolved in kingdom matters as to not warrant the attention of any other man, whether commoner or noble. He believed that everyone was equally important, and that those with the faculties to watch over the masses had a responsibility akin to that of a shepherd for his sheep. He was also an intelligent man, and understooHe said with a tone designed to present himself as a dumb fool with no idea why in the world Arlot was asking the question, “He’s here to ask thee to help his son. Thou seest, he’s in a coThe maven waited for more explanation, holding Raelin’s gaze, but Raelin kept a perfectly innocent, clueless look on his face, and Arlot finally summoned a deep sigh as he arranged his patience. None of these men had any idea how important this night had been, how the course of the future had been unaltered, that one of the few glints of hope for this world had winked out. To Haergoff he said, “What do you feel I can do for you that thHaergoff replied, “I’m sorry sir, I know not what thou dost, nor what a Fettle Former is, nor what these men think thou canst do for me that they couldn’t, only that when I pled for my son’s life good Fisicien Raelin said that thou wouldst be here, and that there was hope in that.” Though he said it, he didn’t beRaelin said softly, “Tell him about how thy son fell into a comHaergoff stared at the floor, despondency beginning to wash over him. “I do not know what really happened. I know that I was on the wagon riding toward town with my son beside me, the first time he’d ever been apart from his mother. She had stayed behind as she always does to keep up the farm, but, then she suddenly just appeared next to me, out of thin air, and my boy wasPoor Haergoff’s heart began galloping like horse and, eyebrows raised high, he leaned backward in the chair, his mouth suddenly drawn tight with startlement. “I’m not making it up, sir. S“Yes, yes. I heard that the first time. And the boy collapsedHaergoff didn’t understand the man’s response, and looked frighArlot shook his head as though he’d been punched in the jaw, and had to shake it off. “Where, man? Where is ‘with his motherRaelin, who had thought the evidence of such a powerful strucity form in the tale would elicit a response, but had no idea why this large and energetic of a reaction, was feeling both smug at being so right, and was now quite curious. He said, “She’s When Haergoff opened the door to the room he was greeted by an odd sight. His wife was on the bed, bent over their son, her hands on either side of him, looking for all the world like she She heard the door to the room open and, with her face still tucked down, said with a fear etched voice, “Where hast thou beenShe shook her head. “Nay. Nay, he’s not.” She began crying, Haergoff ran to her, placed his hand on her back trying to get Still speaking to the bed, Aerlynne said, “Something’s got him, some cruel spirit, taken ahold of him and tossed him about whilst thou wert gone, as if...as if there were two spirits fighting over the lad, one that works to keep me with the boy, and one trying to take him from me. I told you not to take him from “Thinkest thou about it; when first thou didst attempt to take him from me, I was poofed from where I was standing and appeared out of thin air at his side, taken by a spirit that knew I shouldn’t be apart from the lad and brought me to him. But the wicked spirit saw his chance and put him in a coma. Then, whilst thou wert with me, nothing for days, but once thou hadst left, the spirit that wants to take him from me came and fought battled me for him! Tore him from me arms and scooted him about the ceiling as though...as though...oh, I don’t know. I only know that I had to get on the bed to reach him and pull him down, and no sooner did I get him to my lap, but up he goeth again, the spirit tossing him about on the ceiling a second time. I tried to get him down again, but this time he was held so strongly I was afraid that if I pulled any harder, I’d yank his wee arms out of their sockets. So, I stood beneath him and followed him about the room, and then all at once, the spirit let him go and he dropped like a stone. Thank goodness that I was following him! I caught him, and here we’ve been ever since, waitinMaven Arlot, who had looked more and more embarrassed and uncomfortable as the story went on, grimaced. “Oh dear. I’m so sorAerlynne looked up for the first time then, only having just become aware of the other men in the room. “Who art thou? Canst thou help us? We must find a way to stop the spirit that tormA dawning look washed over her face, and suddenly Aerlynne’s eyes got very big. She whispered, “Dost thou know what’s happeniArlot shook his head. “No. Well, no and maybe a bit of it, yes. The flying around the room part might have been me, but I swear I didn’t know. At least, I expected the boy to be at the Aerlynne interrupted. “But canst thou make it stop? Please, dArlot shook his head and put both his hands up, palms out. “No no, we won’t hurt the boy. In fact, we want very much to help“No no. Not worst, but biggest. We want to help him very, verArlot nodded. “I believe so – at least, the flying part I can make stop for sure, if this boy is the one I’m looking for.” He chuckled nervously for a moment. “I mean, it would be preeeetty coincidental if the boy started flying around the room at the same time I was trying to make a boy fly back at the auditorium, and it not be me being the one to make him fly around. Not a lot of people fly, you know.” He chuckled again. He was tArlot took a deep breath. “Your boy, if he’s the boy we’re looking for, is a very, very special boy indeed – and I think it a near certainty at this point that he’s who we’re looking for. I’m not at liberty to go into great detail, but if I can verify that it is him, that he’s the one, then he has a bright futurHaergoff asked, “What,” but Arlot raised his hand. “Let me explain, at least, as much as I’m permitted. I am in the employ of Her Majesty, Queen Loara, as her Court Visir. As I’m sure you’re aware, she is an Antuvliaen, descended from the ancients and imbued with the gift of auspication – the ability to see through her ancestors and descendants eyes, hear through their ears, feel through their skin. Just recently, while I walked with her in the palace garden, she was struck with a vision, and in it she saw me and your son speaking with one another. I am not at liberty to divulge the details, but I can tell you that, if your son is the boy from the auspication, then your son is very, very special indeed. I am here on direct orders from the queen, to find the boy she saw and to bring him back to the palaThe direction of the conversation had become frightening. AerlArlot stopped. After a brief pause he said, “Well, I guess that’s true. I suppose then we’ll have to test him, and find out.Haergoff wasn’t much liking the sound of where this conversation was going either. Back to the palace? To be raised? The palace was a long way from Murn. Raised by whom? He opened his “Well, ma’am,” Arlot laughed a high-pitched laugh quietly and Aerlynne’s voice was high pitched and whining as she asked, “WhArlot answered, “I am sorry about earlier. I didn’t think about him not being at the hospitium lecture hall. I was so sure he’d be there, what with all the queen saw; though it all makes perfect sense now, him at the hospitium, sure, but in guest quarters while his father was in the lecture hall – I knew I felt his appellative, but it’s very difficult to tell a child’s appellative from his parents, especially son to father and mother tHe looked up at Haergoff and Aerlynne (who was still crouched over her child) and saw the looks of ‘I-have-no-idea-what-thou-art-talking-about’ on their faces, with a firm mixture of doubt “Let me back up a bit. Each of us has a ‘life signature’ of sorts, a particular wavelength...er. Let me simplify. You know how you know each other’s voice? You don’t have to see your wife or your husband to know it’s them speaking, because their voice is unique to them. Or, each person has a face that is their face alone, and though there may be others who look the same, there are always differences. Well, in the realm of aether – that’s the stuff that makes up everything; light, stone, stars and earth and all the stuff in between them and of them – each person has their own ‘aether face’, and it’s called their autogenous appellative. That is, there’s a way to know who a person is if you see them as an adult even if the last time you saw them they were an infant, because a person’s appellative doesn’t“Well, I found your son’s appellative (Plotline? Evan or Azoth or some other is able to sleuth that, the only way for Arlot to obtain Evan’s appellative would be through contact, and since it was through the queen’s auspication, it would have to have been done via strucotenancy), but because I didn’t know what he looked like, or even exactly where he would be at,” he laughed nervously again and said, “Obviously... But I was able to find his appellative, and then I had my work cut out for me. Knowing basically where he would be, in the area of the lecture hall at Tylenthael, here on the hospitium's campus, and exactly when he would be there, I was able to devise a way of finding him, a needle in a veritable haystack. I would gather together all the children of the city into one place, and then find this boy by moving his appellative away from the center of gravity. Of course, a person goes where their appellative goes just as much as they go where their face goes, you see? It’s not really ‘flight’, it’s just that flight comes out of it.” He looked quite pleased with how clever he’d been. “So you see, I gather the child to me, out of a sea of children I make him fly, and bam, I have found the child from the auspication.” He smiled anAerlynne said, “Is there maybe another way to be sure thou hastArlot shook his head. “No, I can’t be sure. Appellative’s are tricky things and, it’s frankly astonishing that I was able to find it at all in the first place, but you see, having never had my appellative touch his, there’s no way for me to know him when I meet him. The only way was to tangle the aether near him with his appellative, and then move that aether. That means I can’t know the boy except by whether or not he flies when I create the strucity form that moves the aether which is tangled with his appellative, which moves him away from the gravity of the earth, which makes him fly. I have spent several long years researching how to do this, practicing and perfecting it. I cannot tell you the amount of effort and time spent in it, and the complexities involved. I can only tell you that I must make him fly, or I will not know for sure it’s him. Under most any other circumstances, I’d be happy to take the fact that he was flying during the lecture as proof enough, but – I cannot tell you how important this boy is. I cannot afford to be wrong. I must see it with my own eyes. I must know one hundred percent that he is the one, that it wasn’t some bizarre coincidence.His mother, looking very concerned said, “Canst thou make him fly a bit more gently, maybe? Maybe he doth not need to touch tArlot nodded. “Oh, of course. Yes yes. No problem there. Just a foot or so will be sufficient. Just enough to know beyondAerlynne removed herself from covering the boy and tenderly scoArlot considered him. There was nothing remarkable about the way that he looked, no tell-tale signs of superiority, nothing spectacular at all...quite the opposite. What could the boy do for the world? Was it a power he had, a gift of some sort? Was it a place he knew of, or would know of? A person he knew? There was no telling; such a short glimpse through the queen, s…smoke over the rubbled wall, and somewhere the crackling of flame. The maven, a burlap wrapped book clutched so tightly in his fingers that his knuckles are white, hands trembling, stands, thrusting the book into the boy’s chest. He is shouting now, trying to be heard by the boy over what sounded like rolling thunder, roaring, getting louder and closer. “It’s the end of all we know! The remnant of this kingdom may well be in your hands. I wish that I’d met you when you first had been in Tylenthael. How many more might we have saved? There isn’t time now to share with you all you should know about strucity forms, to give to you a lifetime’s worth of knowledge and experience. Take this book, run from this place, run for your life!” Suddenly a look of realization washes over his face, shock and profound surprise. He turns and looks directly at me, and fear hits like an ocean wave. I’ve been caught! “The lecture hall in Tylenthael, winter of fifteen-seventy-three, during Freosemens on the 13th day!” (This passage taken from Antuvliaen AuspicatSo cryptic. Arlot had already been to every library he could find and searched through all of them, looking for the odd burlap binding on the book from the vision, but to no avail. He knew it was a fool’s errand, but with ‘the end of all we know’ and, ‘the remnant of this kingdom may well be in your hands’ on th“This won’t take but a moment,” he said, and reached to the talisman at his throat. He had very little to worry about as far as belief went – the mother’s belief alone would have been sufficient even had everyone else in the room been convinced that the boy’s flight was impossible, but of course, they believed too. The stone began to glow gently, and Arlot’s lips moved softly, soundlessly speaking. His hand began to rise, and with it,Aerlynne cried out and instinctively caught him again as he rose up off her lap, but Arlot was already done. It was all he needed to know. With a deep sigh of relief, he gently released the strucity form and the boy settled back into his mother’s lap“I believe I know what happened to your son,” he said to Haergoff and Aerlynne, “and if I’m right, I think I can, indeed, help him. First, take comfort in knowing that I have seen your boy in a vision, years from now fit and healthy. Secondly, I don’t think there are any spirits moving you or making your boy unconscious. I highly suspect he himself is the one that moved you to him, and that he is unconscious because he nearly killed hArlot smiled. “Because I suspect he is a strucoproclivite, a natural strucity engineer.” Turning to Haergoff he asked, “You said that the day this all happened was the first day the mothe“And the missus has made it plain to me that there is a powerful bond between the two of them.” He nodded at Aerlynne. “The “You see, though it is true that, in order to become a strucity engineer one must study long and hard, there are instances in which we might work struciforms instinctually. It actually happens all the time, all around you, but most people are unaware of it, because the forms are miniscule and commonly accepted by all. Anyone who has a bond with their pet, where the animal almost appears to understand complex thoughts and statements, as if they were a part of the conversation, knows what I’m speaking of. Or cooks who seem to know exactly how much of what ingredient goes into a cake without measuring it. Or consistently finding items lost by someone else with ease, or ‘feeling’ someone nearby though you did not hear or see them, or seeing an event you’re just certain you’ve seen before – because you have. Or one of a thousand, thousand other little things that all seem a bit odd when thought about logically, but are accepted as a part of reality because of how frequently they happen. Not all of those are strucity forms at work, but we at the conlegium have learned that quite often they are. Some people are far more gifted at it than others, and they work strucity forms regularly and are completely unaware of it. We call them strucopro“I thought thou didst say ‘tis always bad to work a form without – uh – knocking on energy, and that never do we accidentally Arlot smiled. He was pleased. This commoner had been listening. “True! True. I did say that, or, very close to that. Allow me to clarify. When you put your mind into a strucity form, go out of your way to create it, using your will, the power of choice, then creating a strucity form without tapping an energy source is always bad. BUT, if you are a natural, you might work strucity forms without willing it, simply as a course of action throughout your day, no different than breathing or blinking. There are times in those instances where your unconscious mind, the same part of you that knows to access the muscles around your lungs to suck in air without you having to think about it, uses ethereal ‘muscles’ to change the outer world around without having to think about it, and when that happens, then yoHaergoff said, “I’m sorry, but whatever happened to my son wasnArlot looked compassionately at the child. “I see that. That is because your son did far more than mix ingredients for a cake. You cannot know this, but there aren’t more than two or three men alive today in all the world that are able to do what I think your son did. It takes an enormous amount of time, effort, energy and knowledge to teleport even inanimate objects. To move a human out of one place and into another without crossing the distance between is...extraordinary. One could study for a lifetime and still be working on how to transmit all the processes of a body...I won’t go into detail, but to give you an idea of what happened, it is equivalent to moving an entire city a hundred miles one brick at a time and having it look and behave exactly the same as it had before. Possible? Yes. Extrao“No, your son appears to have moved his mother to him out of raw desperation. There are tales told at the conlegium where similar events happened in the distant past, usually with a deadly conclusion for those who worked the forms. It has been a long, long time since the last it was observed on such a startling scale, but it’s not beyond the realms of possibility, just probability. If my suspicions are correct, then it explains in part why your son is showing up in the queen’s auspications. Again, I must test him to be sure and I can’t do that here. In addition, if it was the boy that brought his mother to him, then the reason he is in a coma is the result of over-extending and untying himself. There is a way of rejuvenating those who drained too much of their aether composition, but again, I can’“He will need to come to the palace at Civitas Loam Brigges. where I have the equipment to discover for a certainty if his malady comes from draining himself. If it is the case, then we will have to take a trip to the conlegium where we can revive hiArlot nodded. “Only for awhile, but that is the only place where your boy can be revived. (Note that making an abomination does the same thing for Evan much later in the series, so this would be a great place to insert… Arlot paused as the thought ran through his mind, “Well, not the ONLY way.” If so, you’ll need to change the words ‘place where’ above to the word ‘way.’) Then we will return to the palace in Civitas Loam Brigges for his training. The queen does not want him far from her and theBoth she and her husband, who was thinking exactly the same thing she was, that being, ‘You’re not taking my son anywhere withHe smiled at the two of them kindly. “We all leave in the morning.” Arrangements had already been made at the palace for as many as 20 people to come along, if it had been necessary, and they were prepared to make arrangements for more. Arlot was relieved that it wasn’t. “Get your things packed up and I will be by when I’m ready to go. I’ll be early, so please be prepareAerlynne and Haergoff nodded in agreement, both looking more than a little shell shocked, but not anywhere near as pale or frightened as they were before the maven came. With that, the gathering began to wrap up. Evretant and Raelin shook their hands and cordial thanks and good-byes were said. The maven, a man used to pomp and circumstance, was startled to find himself in a bear hug from the father and blushed when the mother kissed his wrinkled old cheek. Then the three officials left the couplAs they parted ways, the maven heading toward the staircase, the other two for the doors leading out into the courtyard, they all three paused. What? What was that noise? It sounded like...like an angry mob shouting in the distance, accompanied by muted wood cracking and shattering glass. Arlot turned to the hospitium’s master and said, “I declare, what is that?” As Evretant’s shoulders slumped and he took his head in his hand, the maven walked over to a window and peered out it across the campus to the lecture hall. Suddenly startled, he turned back to the men and said, “I wonder what’s going on! You’re never going to believe this, but there appears to be a riot going on in thEvretant responded flatly, “Thou dost not say...”\nProcess Group PGID: 168720"
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## Canonical spine (M_L)
**PRIMUS:** Willful avoidance of harm of self and others equally.
**SECUNDUS:** Willful seeking of healing of self and others equally.
**TERTIUM:** Willful pursuit of benefit of self and others equally.
Love is the sole logic that produces mutual prosperity without a zero-sum trade.
- Full paper: `MASTER DOCS/PAPER/Another_Paper_Draft_v1.md`
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- Corpus phase: extract v0.1 (mined from local Braid archive)