Lizzy AlBright and
The Attic Window
From CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“You can hang your cloaks there,” Igree said, pointing to a coat
rack. “Princess, have a seat wherever you like and rest your legs.”
Lizzy chose an overstuffed arm chair because it looked as if it had
the softest cushion.
“Tea first,” said Igree, and he hopped away into another room.
“Igree is known for his hospitality. You won’t want for anything
while you are here,” said Gretta.
The parlor was spacious. The walls were made of plaster and big
wooden support beams were exposed in several places. The ceiling was
vaulted. Large rugs with beautiful woven patterns adorned the highly
polished wooden floor. Lizzy noticed that most of the furnishings in
Igree’s house appeared to be very old.
In a flash, Igree popped back into the parlor pushing a tea tray.
The spout on the kettle was whistling and steaming. Lizzy was
surprised that he was back so quickly. She was certain there hadn’t
been enough time for him to boil water.
Igree had his own ritual for brewing and serving tea. He prepared
the cups, spooned loose tea into a strainer, lowered the strainer
into the kettle of hot water, rang a bell, and then tapped the spoon
on the side of a cup while waiting for the tea to brew. Igree amused
Lizzy. McDoogle, who had never had tea in his life, curiously sniffed
the air. At first he wasn’t sure he was interested in having tea, but
then he decided to at least give it a try.
“Everyone, drink. I’ll have my own cup soon enough. Food, food,
food…that’s what we need.”
From CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Gretta stood up and motioned for Lizzy to follow. She went over
to the old portrait that Lizzy had studied the night before.
“This was taken many years ago when Igree was the high mage.”
“Igree was the high mage?”
“Indeed he was,” replied Gretta. “Igree was a wonderful high mage.
He was high mage longer than anyone in the history of the kingdom.
These are officers who were once on his council.”
Lizzy puzzled, “The bear and the raven are mages too?”
“Not only mages, but master mages, and they were loved and
respected by everyone in the kingdom. Igree is the only one in this
picture who is still with us. The others have transitioned to the celestial
realm. Igree won’t tell you, but…” Gretta leaned into Lizzy and
whispered, “he’s the most powerful wizard in all of Ailear.”
Lizzy’s eyes got big and her jaw dropped. “You’re a wizard?”
Igree shrugged, blew her a kiss, then snapped his fingers. A rainbow
of sparkling stars began floating down over her, which made her laugh.
“The bear is Burton,” Gretta continued. “He served as high mage
after Igree. His son Baron is the high mage now.”
“But he’s a bear. Bears are mean and scary.”
“Maybe where you come from, but Baron? Why, he’s as gentle as
a summer breeze. I think you will like him a lot.”
Lizzy wasn’t convinced. Bears had big teeth, big paws, and big
claws, but since so many things were different here, she decided to wait
and see for herself.
“Who’s the woman?” asked Lizzy.
“That’s Gorva. She was a gifted healer…but she was also a wonderful
mage. She eventually chose medicine over magic and ran an apothecary
called the Hyssop and Sage. It’s still there, but it has new owners.
Most people say she lived to be over one-hundred years old. She was
working in her shop on the day that she died.”
Lizzy studied Gorva’s long, silver hair and once again admired the
pendant she was wearing.
Gretta drew Lizzy’s attention to the raven. “That’s Ravol. He was
migh mage after Burton and served for twenty-two years.”
Gretta knew this was a sensitive matter. For the sake of both Lizzy
and Igree, she didn’t say any more. Lizzy didn’t need to know how
Ravol had died—at least not yet.
“And who’s the man with the beard?”
“That’s Cedric,” replied Igree. “He was one of the most brilliant
master mages in the history of the kingdom.