Two days later, once Thordric had recovered sufficiently and finally relented to being the next High Wizard once Vey stepped down, Kal knocked hard on his door again.
‘Come in, Kal,’ he said, not even bothering to look up from his notes.
‘How did you know it was me?’ Kal asked, eyeing Thordric suspiciously. Thordric grinned.
‘No one else would knock on my door quite that hard…well, Vey might, but only if it was really urgent, and since he has his long-distance communicator with him all the time, he usually calls me on that,’ Thordric said, prodding his own long-distance communicator. It was a small box with a button sticking out of the back and, curiously, a small, blue flower poking out of a hole on the top. The communicators had been Thordric’s invention, having made them for his jour
