The Magemaster scanned the class with a slightly disapproving eye, as if expecting misbehaviour, but the Students were still displaying a reasonable amount of attention, so he continued.
"What, then, is magic? It is the controlled extension of one's will and power to effect a change in what is. In some measure, this is no different to the act of picking up a book."
To illustrate his concepts, Crohn picked a book from his table and held it aloft.
"Consider the actions that need to take place in order for me to do something as simple as lifting a book," he said, warming to his theme. "I see the object, I form the desire to lift it, and I direct my will to it. My will is conveyed to the object by my arm and my hand. These are given power from the air I breathe and the food I eat.
"I can lift the book only when all these factors are present. If I lift too strongly, the book flies into the air. If my grip is too tight, I crush it. If my grip is too weak, it slips through my fingers. My senses need to inform me of the success or failure of the action so that I can learn from the experience."
A boy at the back raised his hand and Crohn motioned him to speak. "Lord Mage, your will doesn't lift the object, does it? Your hand does."
Crohn suppressed a smile; he knew such a question would be raised at some point, and he was ready for it. "If I were to sever my hand and cast it from me, could it still lift? What does my hand know of the book? Without my will to direct it, it is no more than a piece of meat on a butcher's slab."
Perhaps encouraged by the other boy's bold example, a serious-looking charity Student at the back of the room and raised his hand, and Crohn acknowledged him with a nod. "Lord Mage," the boy said, "you said that it was important to see the object so you could lift it. But blind people can still lift things. I don't think I know what you mean."
"Indeed, I know several blind mages who are easily as powerful and skilful as I am, if not more so," the Magemaster replied. "As you will all soon appreciate, 'sight' is merely a metaphor for 'perception', acquisition of data by means of a physical sense. It is necessary to perceive an object in some sensory manner in order to interact with it in a controlled and meaningful way.
"Magic is the same, in all the important respects. The desired change must be perceived in terms of magic, the spell necessary to reflect the desired change must be held in the mind, and the magical power patterned by the spell must be sent forth to carry out the desired action. Is that clear?"
A chorus of "Yes, Lord Mage" arose from the room, and Crohn saw no dissenting faces. He knew that most of the boys still would not understand the full import of what he had said, but their mere acquiescence would be enough for now.
"We shall concentrate initially on what I have called 'sight', since this seems to confuse at least some of you if not, as I suspect, most of you. That is, 'how to see without eyes'. One cornerstone of the practice of magic is what we call 'Mage Sight'; the ability to perceive magic and magical items. One or two of you may already have a rudimentary form of this, in which case your task will be easier. Can any of you see the colours that pervade a human soul?"
Three hands were raised, and Crohn nodded to a serious-looking boy with dark eyes. "What is your name, boy?"
"Grimm Afelnor, Lord Mage." Crohn started briefly at the name and was about to comment on it, but he remembered the briefing given him by Urel; no member of his staff was to comment on the Afelnor boy's antecedents.
"Well, Afelnor," he said, "perhaps you would like to come here and tell the other Students of the phenomenon, and how it may be observed."
Looking nervous now at having been singled out for attention, Grimm rose to his feet and moved to stand beside Magemaster Crohn.
"Well, it's like you let everything go black and then the colours stand out," he began. "It's like when you let your eyes go blurry and little lights swell up big like sequins, but it's not really in your eyes except that's where you see it. I know how to do it, but I can't really say how. I guess it's a bit like swallowing. I've always known how to do it, but I can't explain it to anybody else."
Crohn was not quite convinced that Grimm understood the niceties of the Sight, although he had given a reasonable description of the phenomenon. Perhaps a practical demonstration might be necessary. "Afelnor, tell me about my colours, my aura."
Trembling just a little, Grimm faced the Magemaster and squinted. "There are the gold lines that I think mean you're a wizard… a mage, that is," he corrected himself. "They're neat and straight. There's some light green, which I think means you don't like to give up, and orange spots. I know they mean you can get a bit angry sometimes, but they're wrapped in clouds of blue, which is a nice, friendly colour."
Crohn was impressed; it seemed that the boy knew more than a little about the skill. He was about to dismiss the Student when Afelnor continued.
"Right now, you have a lot of grey," he said, still squinting, "which means you're worried, but it's got all bits of white in it, which I think means you're hiding it. And now there's some yellow, which means you're a bit embarrassed 'cause you didn't believe me when I said I could see your colours…"
Grimm stopped, clapping a hand over his mouth; his own aura was now awash with shades of yellow and grey.
"Very well, Afelnor," grunted Crohn, unhappy that his barrier of emotionless impassivity had been breached.
"You have the basis of Mage Sight. You will find that it is polite to keep silent about much of what you see in future, and you should never again do this unless given permission; to inspect another Guildbrother's aura without invitation is considered the height of bad manners."
Grimm's cheeks became flushed, and he lowered his eyes in obvious embarrassment.
"However, since I instructed you to demonstrate your control of the Sight, you are guilty of nothing more than a lack of tact, which is not a punishable offence, unless I suspect it is deliberate."
Crohn waited for a few moments to let the lesson sink in and then continued, "Now, Afelnor; with the word 'tact' in mind, be so kind as to inform the class what you can divine concerning my Mage Staff."
"I've never tried to see the colours for things, Lord Mage… but I can see something… it's a funny sort of colour. It glows… like a sort of… of reddish-grey-purple. I can't explain it. I've never seen the colour before, but it shifts and changes all the time, faster than it does with people."
"That is what magic looks like, Afelnor," said Crohn, impressed with the boy's level of understanding. "The swirl and play of the colours are important. They can tell a mage about what the magic can do. One of the most important applications of Mage Sight is in the identification of magic, and it will be some time before you have the ability to apply this knowledge. But you have a good start here. You may be seated."
Looking relieved, Grimm sat back down, but Crohn did not fail to notice looks of spite from some of the other boys.
For the rest of the lesson, Crohn taught the Students exercises to bring forth the Sight and by the end of the morning, eight of them were able to see auras, if only in a dim and haphazard manner. This gave Grimm a little reassurance after his earlier gaffe.
"We will revisit the subject of Mage Sight later," Crohn said. "I must now tell you something of the structure of the Scholasticate.
"You come here as Students, as I did many years ago. If you work well and diligently, you will become Neophytes within a period of seven years or, on occasions, less. By that time, we should have learned enough about you to understand in which field your magical vocation may lie.
"At that point, the paying Students among you may elect to leave the Scholasticate, with only the merest glimmering of what it means to pursue a life as a true mage. I hope you will not do so."
Crohn's eyes seemed to burn, and Grimm's attention was drawn to them. From the utter silence that filled the room, he guessed that every boy in the room was as rapt as he.
"Those of you who choose to build on your education will begin to be introduced to the actual practice of the arcane arts," the Magemaster boomed. "Should you prove equal to the requirements of your magical calling, you will be declared an Adept. An Adept is a mage-in-waiting. Your main task as an Adept is to refine and practice what you have learned, and to begin work on your Staff.
"The Mage Staff is the true token of the mage, unbreakable, immutable and proof of your deep understanding and control of your chosen craft. A mage puts part of his soul into creation of his Staff, and it is a bonded part of him from that time on.
"When your Magemaster agrees that your Staff is ready, you will be called upon to take it to the Breaking Stone in the Main Hall and strike it against the stone thrice with all your might. If it remains unbroken, you will be Acclaimed as a full and true Guild Mage. This is a prize beyond compare, although regrettably few persevere until this point. Perseverance is the key. Are there any questions?"
A stout boy near the front of the class stood up. "Lord Mage, I've heard that there are lots of different kinds of wizard-I mean, mage. Can you tell us what they are?"
Crohn nodded in acknowledgement of the question. "Firstly, I will say that there is far more to being a mage than carrying a staff and bearing a ring," he said. "A saying that you will hear many times is that 'power and presence complete the mage'. You will never bear the ring until you are cultured and educated people, in your bearing and in your speech. A true mage bears himself with true gravity, a presence that is beyond the norm. You may think that all Magemasters are pompous windbags-" Crohn paused to let the laughter die away. "-but the formal manner in which you hear me speak-that which we call 'Mage Speech'-is but one of the tokens of a master.
"From this moment, you are not to use street vernacular such as contractions in class. That means that you will say 'it is' instead of 'it's', 'cannot' instead of 'can't' and 'would not' in place of 'wouldn't'.
"I also wish to point out that to ask me a question beginning: 'Can you tell us…?' is asking if I am able to tell you, to which the only reasonable responses would be 'yes' or 'no'. The correct and polite way to commence such a request should be something like: 'Would you please tell us?' With this in mind, please rephrase your question."
From the Student's fine clothes, Grimm guessed that he was well-educated, and that he had only forgotten what he had already been taught.
The boy nodded, cleared his throat and said, "Please, Lord Mage, will you be kind and tell us which types of mage there are in the Guild?"
Crohn suppressed a smile. "Near enough, boy-Shule, is it?"
"Yes, Lord Mage. Angor Shule."
"Well, Shule, there are many different kinds of mage within the Guild. From time to time, new names are thought up by High Lodge for mages who do not fit the standard moulds. I will not tell you details of each kind of mage at this time, for our time is limited, but some of the mage categories of which I am aware are Scholar, Reader, Necromancer, Manipulator, Weatherworker, Illusionist, Shapeshifter, Questor, Healer, Summoner, Dominator… there are several others, but I suspect that this list will suffice for the moment.
"I am a Mage Manipulator, a mage who changes the physical form of objects. Senior Magemaster Urel, who has charge of the Scholasticate of which you are all fortunate to be Students, is an Illusionist, a mage who can place images, glamours and sensory impressions into an impressionable mind.
"The types of mage have an order of precedence, of which you will be taught more in good time. Suffice it to say that Mage Questor, Mage Weatherworker and Mage Shapeshifter are the vocations most highly regarded by High Lodge and by magic-users in general. The reason that they are so highly esteemed is that they are very rare indeed.
"I know that many of you have fathers or relatives who are Guild Mages of one of these rare types. As I have said, you may therefore imagine that this will guarantee you the same talents. I regret to say that, whilst genetic inheritance is a factor in determining whether or not a child has magical power, it does not determine his eventual calling.
"Granted, a powerful mage is likely to have a powerful son. Yet power alone does not make a mage. Dedication, talent and firm, constant self-control are essential factors. Such traits rarely run entirely true in families. My father was a Seventh Rank Weatherworker, as was my grandfather.
"Father brought me up from an early age to use and analyse the Sight, and I was taught how to read runes before I fully learned my native tongue. By the time I reached your age and started out here at the Scholasticate, I had what amounted perhaps to a three-year advantage over most of the other boys. Nobody was more surprised than I was when, as a Neophyte, my Magemaster told me that my vocation was to be as a Manipulator. This is a relatively highly regarded profession, but I had been so sure that I would be a Weatherworker like my father and his father before him."
Crohn seemed to be on a familiar home stretch now, and his oratory picked up in pace and intensity.
"Nevertheless, I swallowed my disappointment and applied myself assiduously to learn the craft of the Manipulator until I was finally Acclaimed. My father was present at my Acclamation, and he was just happy that I had managed to become any sort of mage.
"The talents and abilities of mages of the various different classes will be outlined in greater detail later on in your schooling. However, I would like to say a few words about the undervalued calling of Mage Reader. Although this magical vocation is common and, hence, not held in high regard by ignorant people, there is no shame in this calling. Good Mage Readers are valued and important members of the Guild, but they can be hard to find.
"Very few Students, knowing the lowly status that the discipline entails, choose to further their education here when they are informed as Neophytes that their vocation will be as a Reader. This is a mistake. A good Reader is an essential member of all Great Spells, spells involving large groups of mages. All Readers bear a House Ring identical to the one I have worn for many years now,"-he held up his left hand to display a beautiful blue-and-gold ring, and a few boys, including Grimm, gaped in mute appreciation-"the same ring that you may one day bear, if you are diligent in your studies.
"Every Reader carries a staff scarcely distinguishable from my own, a staff crafted by his own hand, and good Readers are in some demand at High Lodge. A High Lodge Mage Reader is a mage of some distinction."
Crohn gave a stern look. "I trust that none of you will turn his nose up if offered a vocation as Reader," he said, his brows lowered. No dissenting voice came.
"As well as a hierarchy of vocations," he continued, "all the classes of magery have a number of grades within them, the highest being the Seventh Rank. As you can tell from the gold rings on my staff, I am a Mage Manipulator of the Seventh Rank. Our respected Prelate, Lord Thorn, is a Mage Questor of the Seventh Rank. Any mage of the Fifth Rank or above may teach in the Scholasticate, and any mage of the Seventh Rank may be declared a Magemaster, one who teaches and also acts as, I trust, a spiritual guide. At this stage in your education, this is all that you need to know. As Students, all that you really need to know is how to study, how to appreciate the value of your learning, and how to apply yourselves to the importance of the craft to which you have been submitted."
The distant, strident bell of the Refectory sounded, indicating the mid-day meal break, and Crohn motioned the new Students to leave the classroom. They filed out in seeming stupor, and the Magemaster maintained his stiff, formal pose. When they had left, he allowed a broad smile to suffuse his face: the morning had gone well.