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Authors: G.L. Breedon
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from his gut, “but if I think about it too long I might freak out.”
“Well, we would not want that,” Ohin said. “Our first lesson will be a simple one. We will use a relic to travel to several times where that relic existed. Nothing complicated.” As though traveling through time wasn’t complicated, Gabriel thought. “First, you will need to change the way you are dressed.”
Even as he spoke, Ohin’s clothes shimmered in the sun and suddenly he was wearing a tweed suit with vest and tie. Gabriel thought it looked Victorian, from the late 19th century. “Now, focus your mind on what I am wearing and try something similar for yourself.” Gabriel stared at the clothes Ohin was wearing and focused on the concealment amulet hanging around his neck. He felt the connection with it in his mind and the air around his body shimmered. Suddenly he was wearing an exact duplicate of the suit Ohin wore.
“What about money?” Gabriel asked.
“We don’t normally use currency,” Ohin said, “since we try to interact with people as little as possible. However, the castle can make excellent forgeries of nearly any currency we might need for a mission. Now for the relic.” He held up the book so that the cover was visible. Gabriel’s face broke into a wide grin as he laughed. He hadn’t thought Ohin had a sense of humor.
“H.G. Wells’s The Time Machine ?” Gabriel asked.
“Always good to start the day with a little irony,” Ohin said, patting the book lightly. “To travel to a particular time and place, a Time Mage must have an object from that time and place. Something that has either been made by human hands, or was once alive, like a bone or a fossil. We call the objects we use to travel through time relics.”
“The St. George’s Chapel,” Gabriel said as something clicked in his mind. “That’s why there are so many antiques from throughout history in the chapel.”
“Exactly,” Ohin said. “But you can only travel in time and space to where that object has been. This relic is a first edition of Mr. Wells’s novel, published in London in 1895. So, we can use the book you hold to travel to England, but only to places and times where the book resided. That is why we collect so many relics in the chapel.” It made a strange kind of sense, Gabriel thought. It also made sense of the Greek coin that Councilwoman Elizabeth gave him the night before.
“Now, tell me what you can sense, if anything, from the book. Here, have a seat.” Ohin indicated a small stone bench behind them. As they sat down, Gabriel took the novel from Ohin’s hand and held it gently in his own. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking for, or what he was supposed to feel. Mostly he felt silly.
“I don’t feel anything,” Gabriel said.
“Relax your mind,” Ohin said. “Close your eyes and watch your breath.” Gabriel did as instructed. “Don’t try to think about anything. Don’t try not to think. Just watch your breath. If a thought fills your mind, just let it go as you exhale. Still your mind.”
Gabriel watched his breathing. This was familiar to him, at least. His mother had started meditating nearly four years ago after reading one of her New Age books and going to a seminar at the local library. She had insisted on teaching Gabriel how to meditate, as well. Mostly, Gabriel suspected, because his father had shown so little interest. Gabriel had taken to it quickly and often joined his mother in an evening meditation after dinner. In the autumn and winter, at least. Spring meant baseball and summer meant longer nights for playing baseball. Gabriel didn’t have trouble choosing between meditation and baseball. That was no choice at all.
Sitting on the Clock Tower bench with Ohin, Gabriel was suddenly grateful to his mother for her insistence that he join her on all those nights of meditating. At first, he could not keep the thoughts from racing through his mind, but as he noticed his
“Well, we would not want that,” Ohin said. “Our first lesson will be a simple one. We will use a relic to travel to several times where that relic existed. Nothing complicated.” As though traveling through time wasn’t complicated, Gabriel thought. “First, you will need to change the way you are dressed.”
Even as he spoke, Ohin’s clothes shimmered in the sun and suddenly he was wearing a tweed suit with vest and tie. Gabriel thought it looked Victorian, from the late 19th century. “Now, focus your mind on what I am wearing and try something similar for yourself.” Gabriel stared at the clothes Ohin was wearing and focused on the concealment amulet hanging around his neck. He felt the connection with it in his mind and the air around his body shimmered. Suddenly he was wearing an exact duplicate of the suit Ohin wore.
“What about money?” Gabriel asked.
“We don’t normally use currency,” Ohin said, “since we try to interact with people as little as possible. However, the castle can make excellent forgeries of nearly any currency we might need for a mission. Now for the relic.” He held up the book so that the cover was visible. Gabriel’s face broke into a wide grin as he laughed. He hadn’t thought Ohin had a sense of humor.
“H.G. Wells’s The Time Machine ?” Gabriel asked.
“Always good to start the day with a little irony,” Ohin said, patting the book lightly. “To travel to a particular time and place, a Time Mage must have an object from that time and place. Something that has either been made by human hands, or was once alive, like a bone or a fossil. We call the objects we use to travel through time relics.”
“The St. George’s Chapel,” Gabriel said as something clicked in his mind. “That’s why there are so many antiques from throughout history in the chapel.”
“Exactly,” Ohin said. “But you can only travel in time and space to where that object has been. This relic is a first edition of Mr. Wells’s novel, published in London in 1895. So, we can use the book you hold to travel to England, but only to places and times where the book resided. That is why we collect so many relics in the chapel.” It made a strange kind of sense, Gabriel thought. It also made sense of the Greek coin that Councilwoman Elizabeth gave him the night before.
“Now, tell me what you can sense, if anything, from the book. Here, have a seat.” Ohin indicated a small stone bench behind them. As they sat down, Gabriel took the novel from Ohin’s hand and held it gently in his own. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking for, or what he was supposed to feel. Mostly he felt silly.
“I don’t feel anything,” Gabriel said.
“Relax your mind,” Ohin said. “Close your eyes and watch your breath.” Gabriel did as instructed. “Don’t try to think about anything. Don’t try not to think. Just watch your breath. If a thought fills your mind, just let it go as you exhale. Still your mind.”
Gabriel watched his breathing. This was familiar to him, at least. His mother had started meditating nearly four years ago after reading one of her New Age books and going to a seminar at the local library. She had insisted on teaching Gabriel how to meditate, as well. Mostly, Gabriel suspected, because his father had shown so little interest. Gabriel had taken to it quickly and often joined his mother in an evening meditation after dinner. In the autumn and winter, at least. Spring meant baseball and summer meant longer nights for playing baseball. Gabriel didn’t have trouble choosing between meditation and baseball. That was no choice at all.
Sitting on the Clock Tower bench with Ohin, Gabriel was suddenly grateful to his mother for her insistence that he join her on all those nights of meditating. At first, he could not keep the thoughts from racing through his mind, but as he noticed his
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