One by one the young sorcerers descended the amphitheater steps and took a levitating amulet. Jethro, Bo, and Dean tarried in their seats. Mayard motioned for the threesome to approach. They were the last three to accept the prizes.
The wandering Sorcerer Mayard Klarje addressed Jethro, “Jethro, do you have a problem with the red mark on my face?”
Jethro stammered, “Uh…no, Sorcerer Mayard. Why would anyone have a problem with the greatest sorcerer in the history of Magick! Is it true you have the power to turn people into toads?”
Mayard said, “It’s been known to happen, but only if they really deserved it. Why do you tease Rhiann?”
Jethro dejectedly said, “I’ll start learning to croak so I can be a better toad than sorcerer.”
Mayard fought back laughter and struggled to keep a straight face and followed, “That may not be necessary, Jethro. Touch the red mark of my face.”
Jethro stammered, “Uh… why, Teacher?”
Mayard calmly replied, “Touch it. It won’t hurt you.”
Jethro gingerly extended his right index finger and touched the red mark. He youth sighed with relief when nothing happened.
Mayard continued, “Now touch Rhiann’s mark.”
Jethro hesitated briefly and then did so.
Mayard followed, “Now touch your face.”
Once again young Jethro did as the sorcerer asked.
Mayard asked, “What did you feel when you touched our faces?”
Jethro answered. “Just skin, teacher.”
Mayard answered, “Did you feel any difference in the red skin on Rhiann’s and my face?”
Jethro replied, “No, Teacher, it just felt like skin.”
Mayard Klarje said, “Jethro. If someone looks different, it doesn’t mean they are less important and lack feelings. Magick is not to be used frivolously, young sorcerers. Think about the consequences of your actions. Always let your hearts guide your deeds.”
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