anybody.
âThatâs all?â
âAnd hit me. With a stick.â
Indeed, there was a long thin ash branch lying half a foot from the injured boyâs head. Aubrey raised his voice again.
âDid anyone see what happened? Orion claims that the boy was teasing himâthrowing rocks and such.â
âWell, and no wonder if he was!â a male voice shouted back. âThat big old half-wit doesnât belong here! Scares everybody, he does! Heâs meanâand heâs strangeââ
âThat doesnât justify abusing him,â Aubrey said, but no one heard him; others had taken up young Kendalâs case.
âThat wizardâs got no reason bringing such odd creatures here, this crazy man and that womanââ
âBoyâs got a right to come to town, see the marketââ
âKendal was just standing thereââ
âKendal never did a thing to this animalââ
Suddenly a new voice made itself heard over the general muttering of mob anger. âKendal did so throw rocks at this manâI saw him and so did you,â said the speaker briskly. Aubrey, quickly locating her with his eyes, recognized her as the tavernkeeperâs daughter. âPoked him with a stick, tooâhere, this one. I saw him do it. No wonder the poor simple man struck him. Iâd like to hit Kendal myself most days of the week.â
A few of the raised voices denounced her now, but with a little less conviction. She had been kneeling beside Kendal, but now she was on her feet, hands on her hips and a fierce expression on her face. âYou all just go on now, do your marketing,â she said. âThe half-wit isnât going to hurt anybody else.â
âYeah, well, what about Kendal?â someone called out, and the cry was taken up by others. âWhat about Kendal? How bad is Kendal?â
âKendal will be just fine as soon as he gets a little peace and quiet,â the girl said with asperity. âGo along, now! Get out of my way!â
âStay here,â Aubrey said briefly to Orion, and jumped off the bench. Down among the disgruntled spectators, he began to herd them back toward the market stalls, smiling benignly to show that everything was all right, laying his hand on an arm or a back in a show of fellowship. He was not above using a bit of magic in this situation, a spell of well-being, encouraging the townspeople to cheer up and forget their anger. Within a few minutes, virtually the whole crowd was dispersed.
Aubrey then quickly turned his attention to Kendal, still lying with alarming rigidity on the ground. The woman kneeling beside the boy was probably his mother, Aubrey guessed, and he dropped down beside her.
âHow is he doing?â Aubrey asked.
She shook her head. âHeâs breathing, he is, but I canât tell much else.â
Aubrey nodded and touched his hands to the boyâs skull, throat and chest. He was not one of those magicians with an inborn talent for medicine, but he knew the basic healing skills; they were among the first that Cyril had taught him. Healing is merely a matter of making whole, Cyril had said; both illness and injury disrupt the perfect and complementary circuits of the body. Find the failed synapse, the broken vessel, the obscured and cloudy patch of fever; remove or repair. Aubreyâs fingers, skating over the permeable surface of the skin, detected the surge of blood through the resilient tissues and over the recalcitrant bones. He cleared some slight debris from the sleeping brain, reknit an artery that had split its seams, and made sure there was room enough for air in the lungs. Kendal sighed and stirred, curling up instinctively toward his mother.
âLooks like thereâs nothing much wrong with him,â Aubrey said, coming to his feet. âIâm sure heâll be better by this afternoon.â
âThankee, sir,â the woman said. She leaned
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