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A Soldier's Life - 104 - A Brief Lesson in Alchemy
🕑 Added 2023-11-24 02:43:30 +0000 UTCChapter 104 A Brief Lesson In Achlemy
Flavius stood in the path and tossed the deer carcasses down with a thud in some grass. He stretched his neck, happy for an excuse to rest. He wiped his hands on nearby grass, “Eryk, you returned with an alchemist?”
I dismounted and led Ginger over to Flavius, “We did. I am guessing that Sebastian found his brother’s collecter since you returned?”
Flavius eyed me carefully, “No. We spent three days looking for it. I was sure we were on the right island, but Sebastian started to doubt me. I was fortunate the Duke’s army arrived to tear down the city of Macha.”
“Did they really just tear down the outer walls? They must have killed hundreds.” I was glad to focus on something other than the collector.
Flavius nodded, “I was told that over half the occupying Bartirsdian army was on the walls. Thousands were killed.”
“And now they are rebuilding the city. Seems like a waste,” I stated with remorse thinking about the citizens that stayed.
“No. That may have been the plan, but the earth mages moved to the storm giant dig site. Sebastian was ordered to patrol the skies with his fire drake, and the Dragon Legion arrived just as I was leaving,” Flavius said seriously.
“The Dragon Legion? I thought they were ceremonial for parades and such,” I gripped the reigns tighter. Things seemed to be escalating on the eastern front.
Flavius nodded, “They are. Not in my lifetime have they been called to duty for a campaign. The Emperor is serious about protecting the dig site and does not want the Griffin Riders of the Bartiradians getting close to seeing what they are doing. A huge magic array has also been constructed to prevent scrying.”
An odd silence hung between us. Flavius studied me, “I heard about your fight with the manticores. Three kills is beyond impressive for you and the goliath.”
“Maveith is an impressive warrior,” I stated and started to get a little uncomfortable around Flavius. He was hinting or guessing at something. I tried to break away, “I have to supply the new alchemist with ingredients. I will see you back at the Citadel. Nice kill,” I indicated deer.
Flavius looked down at the deer, “Thank you. My father was a woodsman and taught me a fair amount about hunting with a bow. Castile has me going out every day and catching what I can to be smoked or salted. The assignment is much better than digging holes with the others.”
“Glad you are back, Flavius,” I finished the conversation. I mounted and rode off. I could tell the archer scout had suspicions about me. It was on his face. After a few minutes, I spotted a large patch of blood grass and pulled out Deciums’ list. It was time to get to work.
Riding Ginger saved some time between harvests, but she was also a good watchdog while I worked, pawing the ground to get my attention. The first time was a giant elk in the far distance. An apple reward had her digging into the ground with her hoof every time she noticed something. A raccoon, a massive owl, deer, and even a wolf, a normal-sized wolf. Each time, I gave her a small reward. An apple for the dangerous-looking owl and wolf. And a few pats for the others with verbal praise.
The list from Decimus was not extensive, just six items but large quantities. My fingernails were coated in dirt as I worked through the afternoon to complete his list. The only thing I was not able to find were the truffles. I did try to find the marker flowers, but I did not see any. It was a rather uneventful long afternoon. The air was cool, and I was seeing my first hint that the weather was changing. From what I had been told, the Telhian Empire had a short winter. Sobral had trees changing color and leaves starting to fall in reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. It was not so different from Earth.
It was close to sunset, so I rode Ginger back toward the city. The woods near the city had a number of foragers. By their rough clothing, these were the refugees. I talked to two pairs, and they were harvesting wild onions and tubers. Both were very simple to find and dig up. I was already aware of how to find both.
I spent some time rubbing Ginger down. She did not need more apples for the day, and I noticed Titan was not there. The stable boy said one of the Duchess’ men took Atlas to run messages to another city. The stable boys did not mind me doing their work for them. Personally, I found the task to be relaxing and good therapy. I even paid one of the stale boys two large silver to run to purchase horse grooming kits for me. One would be for the stable boys to use on Ginger, and the other is destined for my dynamic space.
I was famished as I went to the dining room for dinner. I had worked hard in the woods and only drank water. Castile, Adrian, and Delmar were talking at the head of the table, and I sat near them. Castile nodded to me and asked, “How was your ride today?”
I sat diagonally across from Castile, “I got about half of what the alchemist wanted. Couldn’t find his truffles, though.” A servant put a large mug of ale in front of me. I looked for Lareen, but she was not one of the servants in the dining hall.
Delmar said between bites, “You need a trained dog to find truffles. And Konstantin was supposed to gathering for the alchemist—did he go looking for the mage?” I nodded. “He is too impatient,” Delmar sat back and just grunted in annoyance. Looking at the others reactions, it appeared I was expected to be doing Konstantin’s work while he wandered off.
I remembered pigs were used on Earth to find truffles. I asked Castile, “Is there any spell that can find truffles?”
Castile smiled, “A few. Simple nature spells, none that I have access to. I actually never heard of a potion requiring truffles. Inquire with the alchemist if it is for his work or a snack.” Castile smiled and seemed relaxed for once. She was in control of her situation even though a lot was going on.
Donte and Benito came and sat at the table, and servants brought out plates and drinks for them. It looked like most of the company was laying markers. Both Donte and Benito had their hair cut and shaved. “I will when I drop today’s harvest off with him. What is going on with all the refugees?” I asked while attacking the full plate in front of me.
Castile answered, “We are accepting any and all refugees with employment guaranteed for able-bodied men. The pay is only lodging and two meals for now for unskilled labor.”
“What about the woman and children?” I inquired. “I saw a number of them in the camps outside the city.”
“They will be fed whether they work or not. We are trying to find them work as well,” Delmar answered.
Adrian added irritably, “We are training more city guards as crime is likely to swell with the refugees’ arrival.”
We ate for a time, and I listened to them discuss the training of the Citadel and town guards. The logistics were interesting. Equipping them and training them seemed to be the most significant issue with the cost of the equipment and only a few of our company in the Citadel at a time. Housing them was not. The Citadel had room for five hundred guards, and two barracks in the city had room for two hundred guards each. Most current city guards lived in personal houses within the city, so the barracks were mostly empty. The city, if you could call it that, only had about six thousand people. It was modest for the Telhian Empire in size but tiny, from my experience.
As their conversation faded, I asked, “I saw Flavius in the woods today carrying a deer. Do you want me to hunt while I am out there?” I asked, finishing my plate.
Delmar answered gruffly, “No. Get the alchemist working.” His steely eyes locked onto me, “The healing salves can save a man’s life, and if he can truly brew the lesser healing potions, we will be truly blessed by Fortuna. I have an order in for the giant bee honey coming through the capital.”
Seeing my empty plate, Castile requested me to deliver the ingredients. “Bring your harvest to the alchemist, and since you do not require time to rest, continue harvesting for the alchemist. Let me know what he is also planning to use the truffles for.”
I climbed the northwest tower and found Decimus still pink-skinned, unpacking and setting up his apparatus. He had lit a few burners, and one table was already starting on one of his processes. I noted that this was the equipment I had transported for him.
He looked up, smiling. Even though he was pink and not red, it was still creepy. “There were three types of mint in the cook’s garden. Let me know which one you prefer.” He pointed to a table. I walked over to the table and found three bundles of leafy stems. I sniffed them all and then smelled the same. “Chew on the leaves,” Decimus advised walking over.
I did as instructed. The first leaf was peppermint. The second was a spearmint or close to it. The last one had a milder mint taste with a hint of chocolate, I thought. I pointed to the peppermint, “This one will be good for me. How long till the mouthwash is ready?”
“A few days. What did you get me today?” He asked eagerly.
I unloaded my harvest for the day, and he started sorting and hemming and hawing as he did so. “I do not see any truffles,” he voiced his disappointment.
“No, I did not have any luck. Which potion are they needed for?” I asked casually.
“My foot brew. The one that relieves aches kills foot odor. Don’t think of putting it in your mouth to cure your foul breath. It will induce vomiting.” He finished sorting and looked up, “Not bad. The roots on these two blood grasses got damaged but should be usable.”
I looked at his maze, “So what will I be helping you with for one day a week?”
“Not for a few weeks, I think,” he said, looking over his burgeon laboratory. “It will take me three of four days to set up and get some things in process. I will have free time once I get the Duchess’ quota for the healing salve and stamina potions. But I really do need the truffles. The foot treatment was my biggest seller.”
He was taking the peppermint to a work table, and it appeared he was done with me. Before leaving, I asked, “Why does making a potion take so long?”
The pink alchemist paused in his work. He looked at me and sized me up. Then he explained, “A potion is made up of three parts. The emulsion, the active ingredients, and the stabilizer. For example, the basic healing salve uses blood grass as the emulsion. Once purified and reduced, it is thick and can be applied topically to wounds. The active ingredients are the compounds that need to be purified from other fungi or flora. If the compounds are not pure enough, the potion will not work as intended, sometimes to the detriment of the person treated. The final part is the stabilizer. I use ruby and sapphire dust mostly. The stabilizer holds the aether I channel into it to harmonize the ingredients and indicates the shelf life of the brew.”
I think he was expecting me to be thoroughly confused. Instead, I asked my first question, “So if you add more ruby or sapphire dust, it will have a longer shelf life?”
The pink head shook violently, “If only! No. Too much will toxify the brew, but the shelf life is mostly determined by the purity of the ingredients being used. Potions made by a dungeon last for years!”
“We don’t alchemists just figure out what is in dungeon potions and replicate them?” I asked next.
“You make it sound so simple! But no. Most times, a dungeon potion has been successfully deconstructed, and the constituent parts were not sourceable. Also, instead of gem dust, they use aetheric essence. If you have ever seen an essence collector work, then sparkling blue-lit smoke is aetheric essence,” Decimus explained.
I looked at his growing expansive array of equipment. “So all this is to just pull certain compounds out of plants and fungi?”
“Yes! The heart of alchemy is purification! Your mouthwash is simple: titrated water, mint oil mixed with some lavender oil for the ingredients, and a touch of sapphire dust, and finally activated with aether. It will leave your mouth minty for hours, and even after the minty taste fades, your breath should not stink for a day or two.” The alchemist was starting to get excited at my interest.
“It is all fascinating. If you don’t mind, could I assist with the mint mouthwash in the evening? So I can follow a process from start to finish,” I made the request.
He was about to say yes but paused, “If you find me my truffles, I will teach you all about alchemy.” Of course, he would want me to find his truffles.
Comments
Silver Beard
Thanks for the chapter. Likely have to wait for the Golliath or talk to the elder herbalists to sort the truffles- it's been been their home a long time. No doubt there are critters that are good for finding the truffles in the Forest already. The Warden would know.
