Visus Verus
By: vampfire
AN: The world and characters belong to Patricia Wrede, author of two of my favorite books of all time. I don't go out of my way to explain who everyone is or what has happened, so if you haven't read the books Mairelon the Magician and the Magician's Ward, I suggest you find a better fanfic to read. Also, there are spoilers for anyone who hasn't read both novels. This is set after the Magician's Ward. For those curious, the title means "true seeing" in Latin.
Feedback is appreciated! Review or email me ([email protected]). Also email me if you know of any other Mairelon fanfic out there or have written some of your own. I didn't know Mairelon fanfic existed until I ran into "Fiat Lux" by Voice of the Mist (which is also posted in this section of FF.net).
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Who would have thought the day would come when she'd find herself spying on Mairelon, of all people. Feeling extremely guilty, Kim flattened herself against the wall as she watched Mairelon exit the coach. The doorman let him in at once, with not a word exchanged between them. That in and of itself wasn't suspicious; with all the years that Richard Merrill had been coming here to visit, the doorman knew to send him right in. Kim let herself fade back into the shadows and circled the house, trying to judge by the lit rooms where in the house Mairelon had gone. Surely he was in the library, where any proper guest would go. But the curtains of all the library windows were drawn, and it was impossible to tell if the room was occupied.
For all of Kim's history as a thief, housebreaking really wasn't her specialty. Besides, it would be an insult to both Mairelon and the owner of the house, Renee D'Auber. Kim didn't honestly think Mairelon was doing anything besides talking with Renee. Well, perhaps some spell-casting, but certainly nothing inappropriate. After all, he was engaged to be married to Kim in less than a fortnight, and Kim trusted Mairelon in a way she'd never trusted anyone else. She trusted Mairelon with her life; why was it so much harder to trust him with her heart?
Kim slipped away from the house, heading for the less-traveled roads instead of taking the main one. Even in the poor light of the evening and despite her jacket and the cap that hid her long hair, Kim doubted she could pass as a boy under any scrutiny. 'Better to be home quick and forget I'd ever tailed Mairelon tonight,' Kim thought to herself, feeling almost sick with another wave of guilt. She trusted Mairelon more than this. But she had been beside herself with worry this past week, and was hardly thinking rationally when she'd decided to pull the box of grubby boy's clothes down from the top shelf and follow Mairelon when he'd left the house without a word to anyone else. Upset with herself for being suspicious of Mairelon and feeling suddenly very alone, Kim had to squeeze her eyes shut against the threat of tears. When she'd composed herself, she took a deep breath and started running, now wanting nothing more than to get home.
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By: vampfire
AN: The world and characters belong to Patricia Wrede, author of two of my favorite books of all time. I don't go out of my way to explain who everyone is or what has happened, so if you haven't read the books Mairelon the Magician and the Magician's Ward, I suggest you find a better fanfic to read. Also, there are spoilers for anyone who hasn't read both novels. This is set after the Magician's Ward. For those curious, the title means "true seeing" in Latin.
Feedback is appreciated! Review or email me ([email protected]). Also email me if you know of any other Mairelon fanfic out there or have written some of your own. I didn't know Mairelon fanfic existed until I ran into "Fiat Lux" by Voice of the Mist (which is also posted in this section of FF.net).
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Who would have thought the day would come when she'd find herself spying on Mairelon, of all people. Feeling extremely guilty, Kim flattened herself against the wall as she watched Mairelon exit the coach. The doorman let him in at once, with not a word exchanged between them. That in and of itself wasn't suspicious; with all the years that Richard Merrill had been coming here to visit, the doorman knew to send him right in. Kim let herself fade back into the shadows and circled the house, trying to judge by the lit rooms where in the house Mairelon had gone. Surely he was in the library, where any proper guest would go. But the curtains of all the library windows were drawn, and it was impossible to tell if the room was occupied.
For all of Kim's history as a thief, housebreaking really wasn't her specialty. Besides, it would be an insult to both Mairelon and the owner of the house, Renee D'Auber. Kim didn't honestly think Mairelon was doing anything besides talking with Renee. Well, perhaps some spell-casting, but certainly nothing inappropriate. After all, he was engaged to be married to Kim in less than a fortnight, and Kim trusted Mairelon in a way she'd never trusted anyone else. She trusted Mairelon with her life; why was it so much harder to trust him with her heart?
Kim slipped away from the house, heading for the less-traveled roads instead of taking the main one. Even in the poor light of the evening and despite her jacket and the cap that hid her long hair, Kim doubted she could pass as a boy under any scrutiny. 'Better to be home quick and forget I'd ever tailed Mairelon tonight,' Kim thought to herself, feeling almost sick with another wave of guilt. She trusted Mairelon more than this. But she had been beside herself with worry this past week, and was hardly thinking rationally when she'd decided to pull the box of grubby boy's clothes down from the top shelf and follow Mairelon when he'd left the house without a word to anyone else. Upset with herself for being suspicious of Mairelon and feeling suddenly very alone, Kim had to squeeze her eyes shut against the threat of tears. When she'd composed herself, she took a deep breath and started running, now wanting nothing more than to get home.
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