TWENTY-FOUR
Spring
SPRING 964 MC
Aldwin sat cross-legged on the floor, smoothing the gold rune he had created. He had poured it into a mould to form the letter, and now it sat on the floor, a perfect fit for the stone indentation that held it. Satisfied with the work, he rose, stretching his back as he did.
"That's the last one," he announced. "What do you think?"
"Marvellous," declared Albreda. She wandered around the room, looking at each rune in turn. "You've done an outstanding job here. I daresay your skills will keep you in work for the next few months."
"How many of these are we to make?" he asked.
"One in each city, eventually," replied the druid, "but that won't be for years. It takes too much of a mage's strength to empower them to go any faster."
"Are YOU going to empowe
