Read Online Wielder: Apprentice: Book 1 of Lady Shey's Story (The Wielder Cycle) by Mark E Tyson - Free Book Online
Authors: Mark E Tyson
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must be Toborne.
“Ah, here are the two apprentices I have been going on about,” Enowene said. “Come in, girls, and sit down.” She motioned to Mavis. “That will be all for now, Mavis.” The woman graciously bowed and closed the door behind her. Enowene hoisted herself from her chair and made a point to posture herself near the wielder wearing white. She gestured to him. “The esteemed wielder of Northern Ishrak wearing white is known as Dicarion. He is not one of the First Trine, but he is a dear friend.” Dicarion stood and bowed. “Seated to his right, wearing the very stylish crimson robes, is Ianthill of Trigothia.” Ianthill also stood and bowed. Sheyna wondered why he was called Ianthill of Trigothia when he was obviously of elven descent.
Enowene continued on. “Wearing the traditional forest green of Abaddonia is Toborne.” Toborne did not stand but instead smiled and nodded slightly. “And seated next to Toborne, wearing his blue robes, is Morgoran of Symboria.” Morgoran smiled and winked.
“Wielders of the First Trine, the girls are easily distinguishable by hair color. The golden-blonde beauty is Princess Marella Arden, and the raven-haired, blue-eyed gem is Sheyna Namear. Please, you may take your seats now, girls,” Enowene said.
Marella and Sheyna sat on the two chairs facing the five wielders. Sheyna glanced at Dicarion. Marella had not mentioned him.
Enowene sat behind her desk. “Stand up, Marella.” Marella complied. “Once again, I introduce you to Marella Arden of Northern Trigothia. She has excelled in all her studies and is particularly adept at gathering essence.” Each wielder formally greeted Marella in turn. Sheyna could feel her knees shaking when Enowene’s eyes landed upon her. “Stand, Sheyna,” Enowene instructed. Sheyna stood, forcing her knees to stay still. “This is Sheyna Namear of Symboria.”
Toborne smirked. “I know this isn’t entirely appropriate to divulge, but I have a horse named Sheyna. I’m not very fond of that mare.”
Sheyna fumed at the comment and her ears turned red, but she said nothing. A thought occurred to her that Toborne was trying to make her angry in an attempt to gauge her excitability, a test she was determined to pass. No one would force her emotions.
Morgoran shook his head disapprovingly. “You are right to believe such a statement is not appropriate. It’s as if you prepared to insult the girl.” Morgoran’s kind eyes made Sheyna feel much better. “It’s a very nice name, Mistress Namear. My brother, Toborne, severely lacks grace and charm.”
“Just get on with it,” Toborne said irritably.
“Master Ianthill, you may begin when ready,” Enowene said.
Ianthill nodded to Enowene and then turned to Marella. “I understand you have somewhat of a temper, Mistress Marella of Trigothia.”
“Only when I’m angry,” Marella replied.
Ianthill continued his line of questioning. “I see. Do you become angry often, then?”
“Not particularly. My father is Duke Arden. I have been raised a lady of the court.”
Ianthill nodded before focusing again on Sheyna. “Mistress Sheyna, how far has your training come?”
Sheyna flinched at the question. “I have not yet been trained.”
Ianthill scratched his head, and Sheyna felt a bit more uncomfortable for a moment, until he spoke. “A new wielder, no bad habits to break, and no attitude to adjust. That is a very appealing prospect.” Ianthill paused for a long moment and then glanced at Morgoran, whose gaze prompted Ianthill to continue on. “Morgoran, Toborne, and I are the three wielders known as the First Trine. If you two girls know your history, then you know that we once ruled the known world. Now, we prepare new wielders for the highest advisory positions to ensure the peace we forged so long ago is kept. It is almost an overwhelming responsibility, so we prefer to apprentice and train the most gifted wielders ourselves. You two have been selected
“Ah, here are the two apprentices I have been going on about,” Enowene said. “Come in, girls, and sit down.” She motioned to Mavis. “That will be all for now, Mavis.” The woman graciously bowed and closed the door behind her. Enowene hoisted herself from her chair and made a point to posture herself near the wielder wearing white. She gestured to him. “The esteemed wielder of Northern Ishrak wearing white is known as Dicarion. He is not one of the First Trine, but he is a dear friend.” Dicarion stood and bowed. “Seated to his right, wearing the very stylish crimson robes, is Ianthill of Trigothia.” Ianthill also stood and bowed. Sheyna wondered why he was called Ianthill of Trigothia when he was obviously of elven descent.
Enowene continued on. “Wearing the traditional forest green of Abaddonia is Toborne.” Toborne did not stand but instead smiled and nodded slightly. “And seated next to Toborne, wearing his blue robes, is Morgoran of Symboria.” Morgoran smiled and winked.
“Wielders of the First Trine, the girls are easily distinguishable by hair color. The golden-blonde beauty is Princess Marella Arden, and the raven-haired, blue-eyed gem is Sheyna Namear. Please, you may take your seats now, girls,” Enowene said.
Marella and Sheyna sat on the two chairs facing the five wielders. Sheyna glanced at Dicarion. Marella had not mentioned him.
Enowene sat behind her desk. “Stand up, Marella.” Marella complied. “Once again, I introduce you to Marella Arden of Northern Trigothia. She has excelled in all her studies and is particularly adept at gathering essence.” Each wielder formally greeted Marella in turn. Sheyna could feel her knees shaking when Enowene’s eyes landed upon her. “Stand, Sheyna,” Enowene instructed. Sheyna stood, forcing her knees to stay still. “This is Sheyna Namear of Symboria.”
Toborne smirked. “I know this isn’t entirely appropriate to divulge, but I have a horse named Sheyna. I’m not very fond of that mare.”
Sheyna fumed at the comment and her ears turned red, but she said nothing. A thought occurred to her that Toborne was trying to make her angry in an attempt to gauge her excitability, a test she was determined to pass. No one would force her emotions.
Morgoran shook his head disapprovingly. “You are right to believe such a statement is not appropriate. It’s as if you prepared to insult the girl.” Morgoran’s kind eyes made Sheyna feel much better. “It’s a very nice name, Mistress Namear. My brother, Toborne, severely lacks grace and charm.”
“Just get on with it,” Toborne said irritably.
“Master Ianthill, you may begin when ready,” Enowene said.
Ianthill nodded to Enowene and then turned to Marella. “I understand you have somewhat of a temper, Mistress Marella of Trigothia.”
“Only when I’m angry,” Marella replied.
Ianthill continued his line of questioning. “I see. Do you become angry often, then?”
“Not particularly. My father is Duke Arden. I have been raised a lady of the court.”
Ianthill nodded before focusing again on Sheyna. “Mistress Sheyna, how far has your training come?”
Sheyna flinched at the question. “I have not yet been trained.”
Ianthill scratched his head, and Sheyna felt a bit more uncomfortable for a moment, until he spoke. “A new wielder, no bad habits to break, and no attitude to adjust. That is a very appealing prospect.” Ianthill paused for a long moment and then glanced at Morgoran, whose gaze prompted Ianthill to continue on. “Morgoran, Toborne, and I are the three wielders known as the First Trine. If you two girls know your history, then you know that we once ruled the known world. Now, we prepare new wielders for the highest advisory positions to ensure the peace we forged so long ago is kept. It is almost an overwhelming responsibility, so we prefer to apprentice and train the most gifted wielders ourselves. You two have been selected
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