Chapter 11

Despite the forced labor—or perhaps because of it—Hanson did notice he’d grown stronger, gradually able to do more and more without being overcome with weariness. Watching Graber, he thought his partner experienced the same thing. Perhaps there was some strange method to this madness. Some nights Holzy still demanded they cook the evening meal, although most of the time he conjured it; sometimes tasty fare and sometimes vile, yet apparently nourishing.

One evening after they ate, Hanson did not plead a need to hasten off to bed. Instead, he continued to sit at the table and looked steadily at Holzy. He could almost see the wheels turning in the wizard’s devious brain and had to wonder what he was thinking.

“Mayhap it’s time for a second lesson in the feat of the wand. First a bath, though. The two of you reek of sweat and barnyard. Don’t you ever bathe?”