Gregory was amazed. He never knew that magic had such a background. He had always thought that runes came from… but he did*’t know. He realized he had never thought about the origin of magic. “I never realized that magic must come from somewhere, not just runes, but from a secret power in the soul,” he pondered. In the end, he simply put the book down and said to himself, “Amazing. I might use this knowledge in future.” Then he went home and forgot about the whole thing. What he did*’t realize was that what he had just learned would affect his entire life, the state of his being, and the entire world.
As Gregory left the palace, he heard a commotion in the market area. His father John and another merchant were making a din with their quarrel about stall space. The other merchant accused John of moving his stall really close to the merchant’s stall so that he would be able to steal from it without being seen. Of course John denied it and a huge quarrel took place.
“Quiet!!” John roared. Let us get this straight. You accuse ME of robbery, right?”
The other merchant replied, “Yes...”
John then asked him, “Has something been stolen from your stall?”
The merchant looked uncomfortable and grumbled, “No.*
*Then why are you accusing me!?” John roared again.
The merchant became indignant and started another quarrel, on a different subject. Gregory decided he did*’t need to see anymore to know that his father was not going to get any good business today. He went home and helped his mother with the rest of the chores, and then relaxed at the fireplace, occasionally poking the fire. Later in the evening, when his father returned, hoarse, tired, angry and profitless, Gregory helped sooth him by getting some tea to sooth his throat and other things.
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