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Chapter 79
Chapter 79
Part 13
Quewanak and Povon ambled over to the open side of the semi-circle of leaders and claimed space on
the sand for themselves beside Karzog. They then Summoned enormous knives and forks and began
cutting off bite-size chucks of meat for themselves. For dragons, they ate in a manner that was so
polite and fastidious that it was almost funny.
The Hilian Volunteers chose to serve the leaders’ group, and made sure they were first in line to do so.
“I think it would be just if you four youngsters were able to simply relax and enjoy this fine occasion.”
Quewanak said to the young governors between bites. “So if you’d like, I’d be glad to referee the fights
in the arenas for you.”
“Thank you Quewanak.” Karzog said around an enormous bite of meat, then swallowed before he
continued. “I appreciate that. It was using quite a bit of our concentration.”
“As I suspected.” Quewanak chuckled. “You four do push yourselves to your limits almost all the time,
even when you’re supposed to be relaxing and having fun.”
“Usually when we’re pushing ourselves to our limits, that’s when we’re having the most fun!” Helemia
giggled.
“What is the nature of the spell you’ve cast on our young?” Senior Dolimatbene suddenly asked. “You
obviously cast it slowly so that it’s initiation isn’t obvious, but I can already see that our children aren’t
acting normal.”
“It’s called Mandri and Dren’s Moderate Drunkenness.” Reggie explained. “I think it’s a crucial part of
the success of our social program here, and I wish I could say it was brilliant planning, but using it was
just a spontaneous idea. Your young were all so emotionally impaired that they were incapable of
enjoying a good party, and half of them were incapable of socializing in any way. It simulates a
moderate level of drunkenness, as one might reach if one drank alcohol until just before it started to
have a negative effect on balance and coordination.
“To be honest, I haven’t even tried it on myself yet, none of us four have. I think I’ll do so though, just to
be fair. Tonight, but not right now.”
“It simulates the enjoyable parts of drunkenness, with none of the bad effects of alcohol. Which seems
to be a fun thing.” Helemia giggled as she watched those cheering on the first fighters on the challenge
stage.
“Huh. I’ll have to get you to teach me that.” Dolimatbene decided. “I’m sure casting it is a lot less work
than brewing mead, which is the only recreational intoxicant my people have had since we got here.
Still, we do make very good mead. Though as you’ve said, alcohol has its problems.”
“Sure. Here.” Helemia told her as she psionicly passed the spell. “You’ll need it soon anyway. I’m sure
you didn’t get to be Most Senior among your people by accident, so I’m sure you’ll soon be one of the
senior commanders of your people in our military system on the merit of your abilities. Then you’ll need
to be able to cast it for your troops every night.”
“Uhh, what?” Dolimatbene said as she tried to respond, obviously disoriented.
“Oh, sorry, I thought you’d be able to handle that.” Helemia said as she removed the spell from the
woman’s mind. “It looks like I’ll have to give it to you a lot slower, or just teach it to you the old-
fashioned way. Or ask my father to do it for me. Father, if you’d be so kind?”
“Sure.” Mark grunted around a mouthful, and set the spell into the woman’s mind.
“No one can give you a spell in immediately usable form like my father.” Helemia proudly explained.
“Even the gods said he’s better at it than they are. He can even do it with people with almost no psionic
or magic talent at all. Maybe they won’t even be able to use it, but they’d still be able to understand
every aspect of it right away. One of these days I’ll have to study how he does it, so we can do it too.”
“I… see.” Dolimatbene said in wonder as she considered the spell she’d just completely learned.
“That’s amazing. Almost every aspect of it is completely different from anything I’ve ever done. And to
just learn it in an instant like that is wondrous. That would normally be three months’ work for me, to
learn such an alien-seeming spell.”
“Well it’s a combination of human and elven wizardry techniques, so I’m not surprised that a Sylvan
wizard like you would find it a little strange.” Valentia smiled. “It’s pretty well-made. I’ve thought of a few
improvements to it, but I could only save one-eighteenth of the power requirement and a tenth of the
concentration needed, so I haven’t bothered with it yet.”
“You fourteen are likely the oldest and most experienced Sylvan in the world, since your god made you
stop killing each other long before Zarkog did the same in Serminak.” Yazadril commented. “You’re
obviously very intelligent and capable individuals, yet you’ve been isolated here for quite some time, C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.
and you tend to live quite simple lives. So I wonder what you do to occupy your time?”
Dolimatbene smiled and considered for a moment as she chewed and swallowed before she
answered. “Like everyone, everyday tasks take up much of our days. Food needs to gathered and
prepared, homes and possessions need to be maintained, children need to be supervised and
instructed.
“As you might guess, much of our time is spent in trying to raise our social status; practicing and
increasing our abilities, learning new skills, improving our homes and possessions, and maneuvering
for advantage and alliances amongst ourselves. And a few of us spend time on artistic pursuits.
“Before our god left, his Blessings shone upon us all, and it was easier to be content. Even since he’s
been gone, we’ve had a good life here.”
“It’s a beautiful and bounteous place, that’s certain.” Yazadril agreed with a smile.
“It feels confining.” Helemia mused, seeming deep in thought. “I’m afraid that in a year or two it’ll really
start to bother us. By then there won’t be any real challenge here at all. Even sparring and the war
games are starting to pall a bit. I so yearn to see the rest of the world, and to take part in it.”
“Huh. In a year, we’ll be ready to fully test our void craft.” Reggie thoughtfully revealed. “But we’ll be
prevented from doing so by the time-bubble.”
“I bet we could call the gods and get them to let us out early.” Valentia opined. “If we stored up a lot of
power and just called them with sound and psionics as loud as we could, and slowed the message
down to one one-hundred-and-forty-fourth speed to match the outside world, I bet they’d hear us. I’d be
surprised to find that the time-bubble absolutely blocked all sound and psionics, especially if we made it
really powerful. Then they’d let us out.”
“I doubt most of us would want them to.” Hilsith stated. “I want every minute I can get for research
before we have to deal with the demons, and we still have so much to do. We’ve made good progress,
but I’d say we’re only a third of the way to solving the human longevity problem, and a quarter of the
way to solving the elven fertility problem. When the time-bubble ends, I intend to ask that it be re-cast
for at least another score of years, and I will ask as convincingly and as intensely as I must to see it
done.”
“Not to mention that most of us would be unwilling to give up our lives here.” Sana emphatically
declared. “I planned on twenty-four years here, and I’ll be ready to go back to Finitra then, but not
before.”
“I’m staying until Hilsith solves the longevity problem.” Markhan the Senior chuckled. “I’ve gotten quite
hopeful about regaining my youth in the last few years. I’m still pretty fit, but the nagging problems of
getting old are already making themselves felt. Or at least, they were. To be honest, Hilsith’s treatments
have eliminated most of that over the last few months. But it’s still a long way from having my youth
back, and Sana’s.”
“I see no reason why those who want to stay couldn’t stay, while those of us who want out get
released.” Reggie proposed. “The gods could just re-cast the time-bubble right after we left if you
want.