rather doubted everything now in the bright cool sunshine of the morning. He told himself in a matter of fact way, “I want no part of sorcery, real or imagined! I just want to be like everyone else and to complete my studies and heal the sick. No one believes in sorcery anyway and I’d just be laughed at if I said anything.”
They came to the well-worn path hugging a narrow ledge that ran between the high grey masonry blocks of the Great Tower and the deep black waters of the moat. The sun was promising a glorious fresh summer’s day as it shimmered on the surface of the water. Nomis casually watched the new day’s sluggish insects foraging for food, as the air began to warm up. He was always fascinated to see Mother Nature at work. Once these insects had soaked up enough of the sun’s warmth and, as the day progressed, they would become more frenzied in their search for food and pollen as their body temperatures rose. Nomis thought it was fortunate that most of the insects and animals totally ignored the Tylwyth Teg clans as a food source. Seeing the size of the huge bumble bees and darting dragonflies this morning, he was grateful for the peculiar oils under his skin that gave him a noxious taste. The biting insects tended to stay with their more traditional fare of Dynol and other large mammals!
As his elderly tutor led the way along the narrow pathway, Nomis glanced across the moat, vaguely wondering how it could be possible to walk on water. Suddenly, there was a loud whooshing sound from high, high above them. Nomis looked up instantly in dismay to see a great cloud of dirty water mixed with assorted unsavoury bits of debris hurtling down at them!
Luckily for them, the full impact of it just missed, but it hit the moat with such tremendous force that it set up a large wave that greedily lashed out and sucked Hiral into the moat! Nomis had managed to climb nimbly, up the rock-face of the castle, as the wave raced at them, but Hiral had stubbornly stood his ground defying the water to dare touch him … but to no avail!
Hiral floundered and spluttered to the edge muttering startling obscenities that made Nomis blush! He had never heard his tutor actually swear before.
“… Cat-Pats and Dog-Drops! Curse those foul Dynols and their constant need for producing filth! … They never think that other species might like to inhabit the world, too. They’re the most inconsiderate, vile