The Wizard of Seattle by Kay Hooper Page A

his life was becoming a woman. Was, actually,
reveling
in being a woman.
    He hadn’t lied to her just now, he told himself. There were precise lines dividing Master and Apprentice, and because of the power involved, those boundaries really did have to be respected. Serena knew that, as her words had proven. But he hadn’t told her the whole truth, and he had allowed her to believe he was far more emotionally indifferent to her than he was.
    Indifferent? Christ, if she only knew …
    Merlin pushed himself away from the desk and went around behind it, where his chair was pulled back. He didn’t sit, but put his hands on the smooth oak of the desk and leaned forward, staring down at an old, old book lying open. Like so many of the books in this room, its fragile parchment pages were hand-lettered in a strange language that would have baffled even the most erudite linguist, but Merlin read it easily because it was the language of his kind.
    It is forbidden for any Master, or any wizard of any level, to encourage or teach a woman to understand or implement any part or the whole of spells, incantations, or any other tool of the wizard’s craft. No wizard of any level may reveal his true nature to a woman at any time without the prior express permission of the Council of Elders. Any wizard encountering a woman of innate power, whether or not she be aware of that power, must instantly report the discovery to the Council. Failure to obey these laws will result in the most severe of penalties, up to and including total banishment and the deprivation of all powers…
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    Merlin didn’t have to look at the other books and scrolls on his desk, because he had pored over them for many hours already. Without exception, each of them pronounced the same laws in an identical tone of dire warning. The words might have differed slightly from source to source, but there was no ambiguity, no loopholethrough which to pass. What it all boiled down to was quite simple.
    He had broken an ancient law in accepting a woman as his Apprentice—teaching her secretly, without the knowledge of the Council—and with every day that passed he was compounding the original crime.
    It had seemed such a foolish law then, when a half-starved and half-drowned girl had turned up on his doorstep, her untapped powers practically radiating from her thin little body in an aura of promise. How could he turn his back on that promise merely because she was female? He couldn’t.
    He hadn’t.
    Since wizards tended to isolate themselves, and no other lived in Seattle, he’d had no trouble in keeping his activities secret from the Council and others of his kind, even over the span of nine years. Serena had been so consumed with the desire to learn that she had been unquestioningly obedient to his carefully devised rules, and he had been able to shield her developing abilities so as to escape notice. So far.
    But what Merlin had not anticipated were his own confused instincts and emotions. The more Serena matured, the more he found himself overwhelmingly aware of her. She held his total attention with startling ease, no matter what she was doing, with her voice and her grace and the laughter in her green eyes, and even the way she had of charmingly and cleverly manipulating people and her surroundings to suit her—whether or not she used her powers to do it.
    Their years together had given them knowledge of each other and a certain familiarity, and of course she had become a beautiful woman, so his notice and interest should have seemed perfectly normal and hardly surprising. And though he couldn’t be sure of Serena’s feelings any more than he could read her thoughts, he would have to have been blind and stupid not to recognize, even before today, that she saw him as something more than a teacher.
    So why was he fighting his own feelings? There was, after all, nothing standing between him and Serena excepta ponderous ban in some old texts Serena had never even seen.