Seamus the Magician, Take 3
3/10/05
I am in fact a sort of magician. Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, but I have made many enemies while practicing my trade. I find it perfectly harmless and enjoyable, but some, especially the pampered rich, find it foolish, impractical, and offensive.
I have been a magician for many years. I was once told by my dear master that I was in fact born a magician, though not everyone is born into their trades.
My master was Bartholomew the Green (green referring to his favourite colour). I was apprenticed to him at age 10 1/2, until his death, 17 days before my 17th birthday. Then I was left in the world to fend for myself, and try to make a living on magic.
A magician's life is not any easy one. It has constantly surprised me to discover how many people do not like magicians. I really don't know why! I am courteous and fair. My trade is an honest one. Well, maybe it's not all that honest, but whatever. Not the point. Anyway.
So one day I was practicing my trade on the innocent citizens of a small village somewhere. They were a good audience, positive and eager, and gave the correct amount of Ooh!s and Aah!s (not to mention little round bits of metal). They were all peasants, good hardy folk with not much, which suited me just fine. Of all folk on this good earth, they are the least critical and the most believing, because they aren't spoiled rotten, and my tricks are a break for them from actual work.
So, I was practicing my trade, to a good audience of eager serfs, when along came a -clippity clop- sound. I determined it was either a guard or a nobleman on horseback, neither of which was a good thing.
It turned out to be both.
The nobleman, decked out in all his finery, and atop a pompous spottled grey steed, held his head high. He looked down his nose at the scraggly bunch I had gathered to me, deemed us reasonable entertainment, and gave a quick shove on the reins in our direction. The guard followed.
I spared a quick glance his way, but continued my routine. He observed me from a few paces away. When I had finished, he slowly came forward.
I am in fact a sort of magician. Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, but I have made many enemies while practicing my trade. I find it perfectly harmless and enjoyable, but some, especially the pampered rich, find it foolish, impractical, and offensive.
I have been a magician for many years. I was once told by my dear master that I was in fact born a magician, though not everyone is born into their trades.
My master was Bartholomew the Green (green referring to his favourite colour). I was apprenticed to him at age 10 1/2, until his death, 17 days before my 17th birthday. Then I was left in the world to fend for myself, and try to make a living on magic.
A magician's life is not any easy one. It has constantly surprised me to discover how many people do not like magicians. I really don't know why! I am courteous and fair. My trade is an honest one. Well, maybe it's not all that honest, but whatever. Not the point. Anyway.
So one day I was practicing my trade on the innocent citizens of a small village somewhere. They were a good audience, positive and eager, and gave the correct amount of Ooh!s and Aah!s (not to mention little round bits of metal). They were all peasants, good hardy folk with not much, which suited me just fine. Of all folk on this good earth, they are the least critical and the most believing, because they aren't spoiled rotten, and my tricks are a break for them from actual work.
So, I was practicing my trade, to a good audience of eager serfs, when along came a -clippity clop- sound. I determined it was either a guard or a nobleman on horseback, neither of which was a good thing.
It turned out to be both.
The nobleman, decked out in all his finery, and atop a pompous spottled grey steed, held his head high. He looked down his nose at the scraggly bunch I had gathered to me, deemed us reasonable entertainment, and gave a quick shove on the reins in our direction. The guard followed.
I spared a quick glance his way, but continued my routine. He observed me from a few paces away. When I had finished, he slowly came forward.
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