And every day, as she showed him some other small and practical use of Wild Magic, he began to realize that she'd been telling him the simple truth upon his arrival: here in the Wildwood, she was particularly noted for Healing Spells. Given how she had healed him (and presumably Shalkan), Kellen didn't find himself actually surprised to learn that, and slowly, almost without his noticing, his amazement that a female could do magic faded completely away.
Of course women could do magic. Didn't he see his sister doing magic every day?
"WILD Magic is especially good for healing—almost anything is a Healing Spell when you come right down to it," Idalia told him a sennight after his arrival, as she used Wild Magic to heal the ankle he'd strained while fishing in a rocky-strewn brook, explaining to him that she was also going to strengthen it so that he wouldn't repeat the injury.
Though Kellen had thought he was in pretty good physical condition from his rambles about the City, he wasn't used to clambering about on the uneven ground out here in the wilderness, much less in the treacherous streambed of the shallow stream that ran behind the cabin, and had turned his foot on a hidden stone. As usual in these lessons, he sat on the chopping stump, and she on the ground, looking up at him. He wondered if that was a deliberate choice on her part, to make the lessons as little like the ones with Anigrel as possible, though of course she could have no idea what those had been like. Anigrel had always looked down at him from a position of authority. Idalia managed to have the authority without needing to make an issue of it.
"Something like this is trivial, and I can use a keystone to supply all the power I need, but for more substantial injuries, sometimes there is a substantial price to pay. Now, that's often paid solely by the Wildmage."
She held her hands around his ankle, and Kellen could feel a soothing warmth radiating from them that was far more than just the heat of her hands.
"That hardly seems fair," he objected. "The Mage isn't getting anything out of it!"
"Ah, not necessarily," she corrected. "The Mage—or Wildmage—often gets paid in goods or services; that's part of the whole system of barter out here. Now, as it happens, besides that payment, or instead of it, the Wildmage can share out the price the Wild Magic asks for the healing with her patient, if the injury is severe enough," she explained. "Providing the patient is conscious, able to think clearly, and willing, of course. For that matter, the 'cost' can actually be shared among several 'people,' such as the patient's friends or relations."
He blinked at that. "Really?"
"Well, think—it's not that different from using Talisman-power to do something that really does benefit everyone in the City," she pointed out logically as she let go of his ankle and flicked a curious insect away with one hand. "There—try standing on that foot now."
He did, and was delighted to discover it didn't hurt and really did feel stronger.
I wonder what the cost was of healing me after the Hunt, though, he thought, when he suddenly remembered how badly he'd been hurt. He hadn't been conscious to consent to accept part of the cost—nor had he had a crowd of "friends and relations" to share it with, either. What had the cost been to Idalia?
"And you know, of course, that the High Mages of Armethalieh do a fair amount of healing; at least, the common ones do. The difference between what the Wildmage does and what the High Mage does now is that the Wildmage is bound to tell the patient and anyone else potentially involved in a spell that she would like help in sharing the cost, and then ask formal permission to do so," she continued. "Whereas the High Mage just uses Talisman-energy he's already taken and stored, without asking permission."
Something about the way she phrased that caught his attention. "What do you mean, new?" he asked.
She looked up at him thoughtfully. "I'm not altogether certain that the High Mages have always just taken power without the knowledge or permission of the people of Armethalieh," she admitted. "Maybe in the past, when the population was lower, they used to ask—" She shrugged. "But to get back to what uie do, precisely because of the emotional connection, when the price is shared among a number of those who are connected with the patient, the price that the Wildmage pays is minimal."
"What's 'minimal'?" Kellen asked suspiciously, sitting back down again.
"It depends on the extent of the injury, and how quickly it needs to be healed." Idalia watched him from under her long lashes. "If it doesn't need to be mended quickly, just mended without scarring or other permanent changes, then even the cost to the Mage is minimal, and it's all keystone work—which is one of the reasons you slept for a sennight, brother mine. If, however, it needs to be healed right that moment, then the cost is a lot higher, and a circle of supporters is a necessary thing. The more supporters, the lighter the cost, and it amounts to pain-sharing, usually, some personal energy lost, and a lot of weakness, because their strength is given to the patient just as their life-energy is—"
"Ahem," Shalkan said from his usual observation point across the clearing. "I believe that you are going to have an opportunity to demonstrate that very point in a moment."
Idalia looked at him sharply, but before she could ask any questions, the underbrush at the edge of the clearing rustled and parted.
And Kellen had to stop himself from staring and gaping like a farmer on his first visit to the City markets.
He'd never even seen one unicorn before he'd summoned Shalkan. Now here was a whole herd of them! They slipped into the clearing, moving with the same uncanny silence that he'd come to expect from Shalkan; there were a dozen of them, at least, all dazzlingly white, all incredibly beautiful—
Except for the one in the midst of them, supported by a larger unicorn on either flank, and hobbling on three legs. The fourth leg dripped dark blood, and dangled uselessly.
"Kellen!" Idalia snapped. "Go help that colt—I can't touch him—"
Kellen started, and hurried forward to lend his shoulder to the injured colt, who was quite young indeed, surely not even a yearling. The unicorn colt was clearly spent; his eyes were glazed with pain and exhaustion, and the glory of his coat and budding horn dimmed.
Idalia ran back to the cabin to collect a basket of herbs and other things. Kellen helped the poor trembling thing to kneel, then lie down; the left hind leg was broken, horribly so; two jagged ends of the bone had come through the flesh and the whole thing just hung limply in a way that suggested the pain must be nearly unbearable.
"He stepped into a rabbit hole while galloping, Wildmage Idalia," one of the adults said gravely as Idalia knelt at the colt's side. "Can you—?"
"Of course, and much more easily since my brother is here." She nodded at Kellen. "Little brother, I can't touch this young fellow without consequences; I can do the healing, but you'll have to do the manipulation to put the bones back into place."
"Manipulation?" Kellen gulped. The mere sight of the mangled leg was making him feel sick, and he cringed inside each time it whimpered in pain. He'd been hoping he could sneak away; surely she didn't mean him to—
She did. "You'll have to straighten the leg and align the bone and hold it in place while I work," she said, and it was clear from her tone of voice that she expected him to agree.
The colt made a pitiful mewing sound that wrung his heart, and he found himself saying "Of course," even though inside he was thinking, Oh, no!
"And you?" she asked, looking at the adult unicorns.
"The usual, of course," said the spokesman, and the others all nodded. "He'll lose the leg, else, if not his life. What else are families for?"
Kellen watched closely as Idalia created a pocket-sized fire and quickly brewed something over it, then, at her direction, he held the colt's head up and helped it drink the warm contents of the bowl. After that, Idalia used a touch of the Wild Magic and a keystone to make it sleep, and Kellen breathed easier as its keening whimpers died away to soft snores.
But his work had barely begun.
Now Idalia produced splints and bandages from her workbag—since, as she explained for Kellen's benefit—the healing would go much more quickly and easily if the bones were close to where they were supposed to be, and Kellen, working at her direction, set the leg.
What he had to do nearly made him faint for a moment, feeling the unicorn's blood on his hands, pulling the leg this way and that until all the broken pieces of bone slipped back beneath the skin, feeling—and hearing the shattered pieces slip and grate over each other. He thought it would never be done, and he really did come awfully close to losing his control over his stomach more than once. If the colt had been conscious and writhing in agony, he would never have been able to bear it, he knew, but through it all the young unicorn slept peacefully.
At last Idalia was satisfied, and talked Kellen through the process of splinting the leg to hold it steady. When he was finished, Kellen sat back on his heels, sweating heavily, feeling as exhausted and light-headed as he had after the initial flight from the City with Shalkan.
"Kellen, you've done enough; I won't ask you to share in the price of this healing," Idalia said then, as he sat there, nauseous and sweating, his hands and arms covered in blood, wanting to leave and unable to move. "But if Shalkan—"
She glanced over at Shalkan, who shook his head. "Not possible," the unicorn said, with genuine regret.
She didn't question that, though Kellen was a bit annoyed; why shouldn't Shalkan help, after all? Wasn't this a colt of the same species? Instead, after Kellen had rested for a few moments, she had him collect one hair from the tails of each of the adults and the colt, added a hair of her own, and dabbled the entire bundle in the blood that had pooled beneath the colt's leg. Kellen took the opportunity to back away, but not very far. He simply didn't have the strength.
Then she pricked the ball of her thumb with her knife, and squeezed out a drop of her own blood, holding the now-bloody bundle of hairs under her hand so that the drop of blood fell on it and mingled with the unicorns'.
As Kellen watched, curiosity overcoming nausea, Idalia closed her eyes, then held up her hands, palms out, at shoulder height, and for a moment, he wondered just what it was that she was up to. This was nothing like anything the two of them had done together.
Then Kellen suddenly felt power flare up all around them. And just as he did, a fainter wall of power sprang up, encircling them.
A wall? Not quite—as he stared at it, startled that he could see it at all, he realized that it wasn't so much a wall as half a sphere, inverted over them like the bowl of the sky. It shimmered like heat haze in the sunlight, like the barrier that protected the harbor of Armethalieh.
Now Idalia dropped the bundle of hairs on the fire, and instead of the stench of burning hair that Kellen had expected, a scent not unlike that of incense arose from the coals.
Idalia closed her eyes again, held her hands palm-up in her lap and her lips barely moved as she whispered some spell Kellen couldn't hear.
And at that moment, Kellen sensed something that was entirely outside of his experience, with High Magick or Wild Magic—
It was the sense that Something was with them, inside the half sphere with them, and it was speaking to them. But not to all of them, only to Idalia and the adult unicorns. He, Shalkan, and the colt were left out of the conversation—if conversation it was—entirely.
Then the Presence was gone, winking out as if it never had been there at all. Idalia spread her hands over the colt's leg, and they began to glow with a verdant green fire, so rich and powerful that it made Kellen long to gather up two handfuls for himself and eat it like a double handful of sweets. There was a heady aroma in the air, of new-mown hay, of the breeze after a rain, of every flower in the world in bloom at the same time. And there was energy free-flowing all around them—a wonderful energy that filled Kellen with a sense of incredible well-being.