White Order
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Cerryl fingered his clean-shaven chin, then glanced across the front foyer, wondering why the Council was taking so long. Or was it just that it seemed long to Him?
“I can't believe this,” said Faltar, his eyes on the archway to the Council Chamber.
“You can't believe it?” asked Lyasa.
A heavyset figure waddled through the archway and across the polished stone tiles of the foyer. “Well, you three,” said Myral, a wide smile on his round face, “are you ready?”
The three exchanged glances.
“We're ready,” Cerryl finally answered.
“So am I. Just follow me, and do what Sterol says.” Myral turned back toward the archway. “It's a good idea, anyway.” After a pause, he added, “That's a joke.”
Cerryl and Lyasa followed Myral; Faltar followed them. All four walked through the archway and under the pillars that flanked the sides of the Council Chamber. Each circular pillar was gold-shot white granite, fluted, and apparently flawless. Red hangings swept from the top of one pillar to the next, in effect cloaking the capital of each. The base of each was a cube of a shimmering gold stone Cerryl did not recognize.
The floor of the chamber was comprised of polished white marble tiles that held golden swirls. An aisle led up the center of the chamber. On each side of the aisle were gold oak desks, each with a gold oak chair. Each chair had a red velvet cushion. At the eastern end of the chamber was a low dais, a mere cubit above the floor of the chamber. The dais was of the same gold-shot marble, and totally bare.
Sterol stood in the center of the dais. To the right of the High Wizard, and two steps back, were Jeslek and Kinowin, standing side by side. Cerryl caught a glimpse of Anya's red hair somewhere among all the white robes and tunics in the seats to the left of the aisle that the three student mages walked down. Even in a crowd, she stood out- and still made him wary.
In the row of desks before Anya sat Fydel, beside a mage Cerryl did not know. The unknown mage was talking in a low voice. “... don't understand it... took me years ... scrivener's apprentice ...”
Cerryl smiled to himself.
“Bealtur was here before him ...”
“You want Bealtur at your elbow?” asked Fydel. “Cerryl's solid.”
That surprised Cerryl, but he kept walking toward Sterol.
The High Wizard actually smiled as Myral stepped aside.
“High Wizard, I present the candidates for induction as full mages and members of the Guild.” Myral inclined his head, then took another step backward.
Sterol let the silence draw out for a moment, then nodded. “Cerryl, Lyasa, Faltar ... you are here because you have studied, because you have learned the basic skills of magery, and because you have proved you understand the importance of the Guild to the future of all Candar ...”
Cerryl wanted to nod at that. After seeing Fenard and Jellico, he definitely understood what Fairhaven and the Guild offered for the future of Candar.
“We hold a special trust for all mages, to bring a better life to those who follow the white way, to further peace and prosperity, and to ensure that all our talents are used for the greater good, both of those in Fairhaven, and those throughout Candar.” Sterol paused, surveying the three.
“Do you, of your own free will, promise to use your talents for the good of the Guild and for the good of Fairhaven, and of all Candar?”
“Yes,” answered Cerryl. What else could he do, being who he was?
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“And do you faithfully promise to hold to the rules of the Guild, even when those rules may conflict with your personal and private desires?”
“Yes,” answered the three, nearly simultaneously.
“Do you promise that you will do your personal best to ensure that chaos is never raised against the helpless and always to benefit the greater good?”
“Yes.”
“And finally, do you promise that you will always stand by those in the Guild to ensure that mastery of the forces of chaos-and order- is limited to those who will use such abilities for good and not for personal gain and benefit?”
“Yes,” replied Cerryl. Yes!
“Therefore in the powers of chaos and in the sight of the Guild, you are each a full mage of the White Order of Fairhaven...”
A shimmering touch of chaos brushed Cerryl's sleeves ... and the red stripes were gone-as if they had never been.
“Welcome, Lyasa, Cerryl, and Faltar...” Sterol offered a broad smile and looked across the assembled group. “Now that we have welcomed the new mages, our business is over, and all may greet them.”
Murmurs, and then conversation, broke out across the chamber.
Sterol glanced at the three. “I'm very pleased that all of you have succeeded. You have very different talents, and in the troubling days ahead, we .will need each of those talents, I fear.” The High Wizard's eyes were, for once, reflected Cerryl, warm and friendly.
“Congratulations!” Kinowin stepped up and clasped Cerryl's shoulder. The big mage smiled warmly. “You must know I have personal sympathy for anyone who comes from the background we share.”
“You mean the lack of background?” replied Cerryl with a laugh.
A broader smile crossed Kinowin's face, then faded. “It doesn't get easier, but if you need anything, I'm here.” He patted Cerryl's shoulder and slipped away.
Lyasa touched Cerryl's forearm, and he turned.
“Good,” said Jeslek. “Before you are flooded with well-wishers, I wanted to let you know some things quickly. Each of you now has quarters in the second rear hall, on the second level-there is a bronze plate on each door.” The sun-eyed overmage smiled. “Best you move your things and get settled quickly. There are some youngsters from the creche who would trade their red for white trimmed with red. You can still eat in the hall, but that is your choice now. You, as do all full mages, receive a stipend of one gold an eight-day. Not extravagant, but since the Guild supplies all your raiment and equipment and lodging, it's generally enough for modest pleasures. You will be assigned more permanent duties sometime in the next eight-day, after the High Wizard, overmage Kinowin, and I review the Guild assignments.” Jeslek flashed a broad smile, the one Cerryl still mistrusted. “Now. .. enjoy yourselves.” The white-haired overmage nodded and slipped across the dais.
“Congratulations!” Anya appeared and offered Faltar a warm hug, then turned to Cerryl. “And to you, too. And to you, Lyasa.”
“Thank you.” Cerryl inclined his head.
Fydel stepped forward. “Congratulations, all of you.” His eyes went to Cerryl. “You've proved you belong here, more than most.” With a smile, he was gone.
“Lyasa!” Esaak lumbered forward, something cradled in his arms.
Cerryl glanced at the dark-haired new mage beside him, watching her eyebrows rise as the older mage extended the thin, freshly bound volume. “Since you will not take my tutoring seriously ... this is a copy of The Mathematicks of Logic.” A broad smile crossed Esaak's face. “Your very own.”
Lyasa bent forward and hugged Esaak.
Cerryl stepped back and turned to Myral. “Thank you ... I haven't said it, but I mean it.”
The older mage smiled. “Don't thank me. You worked for it, and you will make the Guild proud. I know that. Now ... enjoy the day.”
Another mage-one Cerryl didn't know-stepped up to Faltar. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Faltar inclined his head.
As the crowd of mages finally filtered away, Cerryl leaned against one of the white stone pillars at the side of the chamber. He glanced at Faltar, and then Lyasa.
“Is it what you expected?” asked the black-haired mage, her olive-brown eyes resting on Cerryl.
“I don't know. I didn't let myself think about it,” he confessed.
“Sterol gave part of it away. None of us would be mages this soon if things weren't getting bad.” Lyasa laughed softly. “I wouldn't be a mage at all if things weren't getting bad. I don't use my body the way some do.”
Faltar raised his eyebrows.
“It doesn't matter now,” Cerryl said quickly. “We're mages, and not students, and I'm glad.”
“So am I,” added Faltar. “What are you going to do now?”
“Move,” said Cerryl. “Find those new quarters. Then take a walk and have something to eat for dinner-outside the Halls.”
Lyasa laughed. “I'll bet dinner tonight is really bad.”
“I'll worry about that later.” Cerryl straightened and eased out into the foyer, now almost empty. He made his way toward the second rear hall, looking around, but he didn't see who he sought.
Cerryl's new quarters were as far as one could get from the main hall, in the building even behind the one in which Jeslek had his apartment. But the overmage had been correct-there was a bronze plate by the door, and the old tongue script spelled out “Cerryl.”
Still, Cerryl allowed himself a smile as he glanced around the room, the most spacious he had ever had, with real shuttered windows-two of them-and a wide desk and a chair with cushions .. . and a full-sized bed with cotton sheets and a red woolen blanket, and even a rug by the bed. And his own washstand-and an empty bookcase against the wall.
His eyes went from item to item. Hard as it was to believe, he was a full mage-admittedly over Jeslek's machinations and reservations, but a full mage-all he-or his father, had ever hoped for, and far more than he could have reasonably expected.
Yet... nothing was certain. War loomed with Gallos-and perhaps with Spidlar and even Recluce. Jeslek was even more angry at Sterol, and Sterol was using Cerryl against Jeslek, and Anya ... well, Anya was playing an even deeper game, and one Cerryl didn't understand the reasons for, only that she did play such a game. Then, Myral, who had helped him in so many ways, was not in the best of health.
Still... he was more secure, and more able, than ever before in his life. He had a place and a chance at being what he could be, and a chance at happiness ...
Thrap!
He turned.
“Very nice quarters.” Leyladin stood in the open doorway, a broad smile on her lips.
“I... just got them.”
“I know.” The bright green tunic and trousers shimmered, and she seemed especially alive.
Cerryl studied the blonde young woman with red highlights in her hair, taking in the dancing green eyes. He couldn't help smiling.
“I wanted to see your new quarters.” She smiled back.
Perhaps more than a mere chance at happiness. He crossed the room and took her hands.
After a moment, still smiling warmly, her green eyes melding into his gray eyes, she tightened her fingers around his hands.
L. E. Modesitt, Jr., lives in Cedar City, Utah.
TOR BOOKS BY L. E. MODESITT, JR.
THE SAGA OF RECLUCE
1 The Magic of Recluce
2 The Towers of the Sunset
3 The Magic Engineer
4 The Order War
5 The Death of Chaos
6 Fall of Angels
7 The Chaos Balance
8 The White Order
9 Colors of Chaos
10 Magi'i of Cyandor
11 Scion of Cyandor
THE SPELLSONG CYCLE
The Soprano Sorceress
The Spellsong War
Darksong Rising
THE ECOLITAN MATTER
The Ecologic Envoy
The Ecolitan Operation
The Ecologic Secession
The Ecolitan Enigma
THE FOREVER HERO
Dawn for a Distant Earth
The Silent Warrior
In Endless Twilight
Of Tangible Ghosts
The Ghost of the Revelator
The Timegod
Timediver's Dawn
The Hammer of Darkness
The Parafaith War
Adiamante
The Green Progression (with Bruce Scott Levinson)
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“Fascinating! A big, exciting novel of the battle between good and evil, and the path between.”
-Gordon R. Dickson on The Magic of Recluce
“Modesitt's logical structure of the interrelationship of order and chaos, magic and technology, is one of the most thorough in modern fantasy. The personal growth of his characters, and the depiction of their world, is well-written and credible-and involves the reader.”
-Voice of Youth Advocates
THE WHITE ORDER
L.E. Modesitt's bestselling fantasy novels set in the world of Recluce are among the most popular in contemporary fantasy. Rich in detail, Modesitt's Recluce books are a feast of wondrous marvels. Booklist notes, “Modesitt's elaborate and intelligent working out of a system of magic and a system of technology parallel to it is becoming more the lifeblood of the Recluce books with every new volume...his saga continues to gain in popularity.”
The White Order is the story of Cerryl, a boy orphaned when the powerful white mages killed his father to protect their control of the world's magic. Cerryl, raised by his aunt and uncle, is a curious boy, attracted to mirrors and books, though he is unable to read. When he is old enough, Cerryl is apprenticed to the local miller. The miller's daughter teaches Cerryl to read his father's books, and it seems that the talent for magic has been passed from father to son. When Cerryl witnesses a white mage destroy a renegade magician, the miller realizes the boy will not be safe there, so Cerryl must be sent to the city of Fairhaven to find his destiny.
Thus Modesitt takes one of the most enduring and mythic themes in fantasy and makes it his own. The White Order is a powerful new addition to the Recluce saga, guaranteed to add many new readers to Modesitt's devoted following.
“In Modesitt's universe, where good and evil, chaos and order, are in perpetual conflict, a young wizard finds that his destiny is to strike a balance, but at considerable personal cost. Modesitt creates a deeper and more intricate world with each volume.”
-Publishers Weekly on The Order War
“An exceptionally vivid secondary world.”
-L. Sprague De Camp
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“I could not put it down. This is an outstanding fantasy tale.”
-Andre Norton on The Towers of the Sunset
“This is a writer who cares about his characters and his world. This is disciplined fantasy, not fluff. L. E. Modesitt, Jr., is uncompromising when it comes to the effects of magic, both on the natural world and on the human heart. There are no cheap solutions; to the problems of Recluce. Because of that, it is a world worth returning to.”
-Megan Lindholm
“Modesitt's many fans will enjoy this seventh entry in his Recluce series, as will any reader who relishes intricate plotting, sympathetic characters and action galore.”
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