Chapter Three
Spy
I stared at Sir Myles, my mouth hanging open, and then blinked a couple times. "Me? A spy?" I squeaked, a look of disbelief on my face.
"Yes, you," Sir Myles said gently. "Do you want to know the reasons why?"
"Yes," I said, frowning slightly, and sat down.
"Number one, you already know fighting skills. It generally helps if you do. When spying it can get you out of tight places. Number two; you can sneak by people easily. You gave us a perfect example of that when you got through a room with at least twenty people in it, all of who should have noticed that you were leaving. You gave us quite a shock too, when you got back in while people were looking for you. Number three; you already know how to swim. That's always a plus. Number four, you can climb. You can get in and out of windows by way of tree, wall or fence. Number five, you know how to ride. That means we won't need to teach you that too. If you accept that is. Number six, you have not done any spy work and no one will expect someone who has never done spy work. Are those enough reasons for you?" Sir Myles asked.
"So, you want me to go to the Copper Isles and do some spy work for you. Right?" This was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me. Sir Myles nodded. "How likely is it that I will come back alive if I do go?"
Sir Myles winced and replied, "Fifty – fifty chance. You're smart to ask that question."
"And what am I looking for?" I asked.
"We can't tell you, yet. Jonathan? Alanna? Will you please leave us alone and find Numair and ask him to come. He is in the palace." Alanna and Jonathan, as asked, left the room, leaving me with Sir Myles.
"I need to ask you some questions," he said.
"Fire away," I replied. Smart, I told myself. Very smart. He doesn't know what that means. Myles looked at me puzzled. "Ask away."
"Do you have magic?" he asked me.
"No, I don't think so," I replied.
"Kalea. The last reason we are choosing you is that we do not know your history. No one should. You don't even know. It means that you will be hard to track. You appeared out of nowhere. That means that if you disappear from here, you will not be missed as much as one of the other spies," Sir Myles said.
"Sir Myles," I started.
"Myles. Call me Myles."
"Myles. I'll do it," I said. What do I have to lose? I asked myself.
"I'm glad. Otherwise I would have to go on another wild goose chase," he said and smiled.
"Hello, Myles. You called?" A tall man barged into the room. Make that be very, very tall man with long black hair.
"Yes. Yes of course," Myles said. "Kalea, this is Numair Salmalin. Numair, Kalea." Myles made a hasty introduction and got to the point. "Numair, will you please test Kalea for magic, any type of magic?"
"Of course," Numair said and smiled. He sat down beside me on the bed and held out his hands, palm up. "Please put your hands in mine," he said and smiled. "Palm down please." I put my hands in his and waited. The mage closed his eyes and looked as though he was concentrating. He suddenly frowned and seemed to concentrate on something even harder.
"OW!" I yelped and pulled my hands out of his. Something had poked something that was inside of me. But, then I wasn't sure it was.
"Odd. Extraordinary," Numair said and stood up. "Kalea. You have Time Magic." He told me. When I looked puzzled he explained, "You have the ability to control time."
"I can control time?" I asked.
"To some extent," he replied.
"Can you teach her?" Myles asked.
"No," Numair said simply. When Myles stared, he added, "There is no teaching someone with Time Magic. They are born with that control and they eventually, on their own, no one know how, learn to use their magic.
"This is extraordinary," Myles murmured.
"Kalea, you are free to go to your rooms," a healer called in.
"Thank you!" I called back out.
"Kalea? Would you still like the job?" Myles asked.
"I have nothing better to do," I replied. "Can you show me to the tailors? I need to get clothing," I asked.
"Of course. Tomorrow we will start your lessons," Myles said as he walked with me to the tailors. "We will get you a horse tomorrow. So, please come down to the stables."
Note: Thanks to all those people who reviewed! I'm probably going to add more onto this chapter or edit it later. But, at the moment I have a slight writers block. And I'll probably forget to add more onto this when I get some inspiration (probably later this afternoon) and write another chapter. Oh, well.
Spy
I stared at Sir Myles, my mouth hanging open, and then blinked a couple times. "Me? A spy?" I squeaked, a look of disbelief on my face.
"Yes, you," Sir Myles said gently. "Do you want to know the reasons why?"
"Yes," I said, frowning slightly, and sat down.
"Number one, you already know fighting skills. It generally helps if you do. When spying it can get you out of tight places. Number two; you can sneak by people easily. You gave us a perfect example of that when you got through a room with at least twenty people in it, all of who should have noticed that you were leaving. You gave us quite a shock too, when you got back in while people were looking for you. Number three; you already know how to swim. That's always a plus. Number four, you can climb. You can get in and out of windows by way of tree, wall or fence. Number five, you know how to ride. That means we won't need to teach you that too. If you accept that is. Number six, you have not done any spy work and no one will expect someone who has never done spy work. Are those enough reasons for you?" Sir Myles asked.
"So, you want me to go to the Copper Isles and do some spy work for you. Right?" This was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me. Sir Myles nodded. "How likely is it that I will come back alive if I do go?"
Sir Myles winced and replied, "Fifty – fifty chance. You're smart to ask that question."
"And what am I looking for?" I asked.
"We can't tell you, yet. Jonathan? Alanna? Will you please leave us alone and find Numair and ask him to come. He is in the palace." Alanna and Jonathan, as asked, left the room, leaving me with Sir Myles.
"I need to ask you some questions," he said.
"Fire away," I replied. Smart, I told myself. Very smart. He doesn't know what that means. Myles looked at me puzzled. "Ask away."
"Do you have magic?" he asked me.
"No, I don't think so," I replied.
"Kalea. The last reason we are choosing you is that we do not know your history. No one should. You don't even know. It means that you will be hard to track. You appeared out of nowhere. That means that if you disappear from here, you will not be missed as much as one of the other spies," Sir Myles said.
"Sir Myles," I started.
"Myles. Call me Myles."
"Myles. I'll do it," I said. What do I have to lose? I asked myself.
"I'm glad. Otherwise I would have to go on another wild goose chase," he said and smiled.
"Hello, Myles. You called?" A tall man barged into the room. Make that be very, very tall man with long black hair.
"Yes. Yes of course," Myles said. "Kalea, this is Numair Salmalin. Numair, Kalea." Myles made a hasty introduction and got to the point. "Numair, will you please test Kalea for magic, any type of magic?"
"Of course," Numair said and smiled. He sat down beside me on the bed and held out his hands, palm up. "Please put your hands in mine," he said and smiled. "Palm down please." I put my hands in his and waited. The mage closed his eyes and looked as though he was concentrating. He suddenly frowned and seemed to concentrate on something even harder.
"OW!" I yelped and pulled my hands out of his. Something had poked something that was inside of me. But, then I wasn't sure it was.
"Odd. Extraordinary," Numair said and stood up. "Kalea. You have Time Magic." He told me. When I looked puzzled he explained, "You have the ability to control time."
"I can control time?" I asked.
"To some extent," he replied.
"Can you teach her?" Myles asked.
"No," Numair said simply. When Myles stared, he added, "There is no teaching someone with Time Magic. They are born with that control and they eventually, on their own, no one know how, learn to use their magic.
"This is extraordinary," Myles murmured.
"Kalea, you are free to go to your rooms," a healer called in.
"Thank you!" I called back out.
"Kalea? Would you still like the job?" Myles asked.
"I have nothing better to do," I replied. "Can you show me to the tailors? I need to get clothing," I asked.
"Of course. Tomorrow we will start your lessons," Myles said as he walked with me to the tailors. "We will get you a horse tomorrow. So, please come down to the stables."
Note: Thanks to all those people who reviewed! I'm probably going to add more onto this chapter or edit it later. But, at the moment I have a slight writers block. And I'll probably forget to add more onto this when I get some inspiration (probably later this afternoon) and write another chapter. Oh, well.