dangerous. Galen, you knew you were not Reading the mushrooms properly. Any ten-year-old would have had the sense to look at them!'
'I did look!' Galen protested. 'I looked when you told me to Read them from behind the trees. They all looked edible!' His vehemence died. 'I guess I didn't check every single one,' he admitted. 'Cook would have caught-' He hung his head. 'No, don't say it. That's not the point. I won't let it happen again.'
That was the Galen Lenardo loved, able to admit his mistakes and go on.
'Good. Now I want you to practice checking your Reading through your other senses. I do it. Even Master Clement does it. It's only common sense.'
'You scold me for doing it in class.'
'Galen, don't pretend stupidity. How can you know your limitations if you cheat when we are testing them?'
'Yes, Magister,' the boy said resignedly. Lenardo longed to Read what was going on in his mind, but Galen had not invited such scrutiny, and so the Law of Privacy prevailed. But if the boy's sunny enthusiasm continued to disintegrate into these mooc} swings, how was be to learn the final lessons that would allow him to reach the top ranks of Readers?
Among the older boys, only Galen and Torio showed the deep sensitivity that would keep them in the brotherhood of the academy. The others would be trained to the fullest extent of their abilities, then assigned to places where even a Reader of limited capacity would be welcome. Most would serve with the army for two or three years, directing the troops in the constant battle against the savages. Then they would be married off to similarly limited female Readers, to lose much of whatever powers they had in breeding a new generation of Readers. Lenardo's parents had been assigned in that fashion to the city of Zendi. He remembered little of them now, except their determination that their children would not fail their final tests and suffer a similar fate.
As Lenardo and Galen came out of the woods into the fields around Adigia, thunder rumbled and the first fat raindrops fell. Lightning flashed, and they quickened their pace. The rain remained light, but the lightning and thunder increased, coming together as the storm approached. Harvesters in the fields ran to hold their' frightened horses lest the loaded wagons overturn.
'Hoi Magister Lenardo! Can I give ye a lift?'
'Thank you kindly,' Lenardo began as one of the hay wagons slowed beside them, the driver fighting the frightened team. Setting his heels, the man rose to his feet, hauling on the reins as Lenardo, panic striking through him with the flash of foreknowledge, cried, 'No! Get down!'*
But it was too late. Lightning bolted the man to the wagon for one paralyzed instant as the crash of thunder shook the earth. Then the screaming horses dashed forward, and the driver tumbled to the ground, limp as a poleless scarecrow.
Both Lenardo and Galen were on him at once, working in unison, Reading for broken bones or internal injuries before they spread Lenardo*s cloak and laid the man on it. It was the work of moments. //His heart's stopped,// said Galen. //He's not breathing!//
//Pump his lungs,// Lenardo instructed, for Galen already 'knew basic emergency procedures. The boy bent to his task while Lenardo Read for the right spot to place his hands, where the force he might apply would be transmitted to the man's heart. Then he was working automatically, Reading, hardly thinking.
Is he dead? There was not enough damage from the lightning to account for the lack of response in the limp body. As the rain began to pour down on them, the man's body temperature started to drop. Were they trying to revive a corpse? There were fine nerves, infinitely small structures in the human body that Lenardo had not the sensitivity to Read-no Reader had. He could -Read no unconscious mind either-just a physical shell.
//It's no use,// he told Galen.
//No!// the boy protested, continuing his ministrations. Lenardo remembered that this was the first time Galen was putting what he had learned to use in a real emergency. How hideous to have his first patient die!
//Galen, he was dead before we touched him.// He sat back on his heels, rubbing his hands.
'No!' Galen cried out loud. He was soaked through now, his hair plastered to his skull as the rain beat on them. Still he moved quickly to the other side of the man's body and took up trying to pump his heart.
'Galen, it's no- Wait!' A flicker-a mind. 'You're right, Galen! Go on!' Lenardo took up the task of forcing air into the man's lungs.
Galen said, his voice shaken by his stiff-armed bouncing on the man's chest, 'If-I were-one of those-savage Adepts-I'd force-his heart-to work.'
//Hush!// Lenardo warned him. //People are watching us.// For, indeed, a crowd had gathered to watch the revival effort.
Suddenly he Read a heartbeat. A pause, then another, agonized spasms, and then an unsteady rhythm. At the same tune, the man gasped, groaned, and began to breathe stertorously.
The two Readers sat back, watching, as a murmur of wonder came from the gathered workers. Then a young man came to kneel beside them.
'Father?'
'He can't hear you,' said Lenardo, 'but he's alive.'
'Thank the gods you were here!' the man said.
Lenardo projected warmly to Galen, //Thank the gods you wouldn't give up!//
As soon as the man's condition seemed stable, they carried him to his house, where his wife scurried about, putting him to bed, then insisting that the two drenched Readers warm themselves before the fire. Lenardo intended to stay until the man regained consciousness, for he feared that after the length of time he had been… dead… there might be irreparable damage. For that reason, he tried to send Galen on to the academy, but just as the boy was about to leave, their patient suddenly woke with a hoarse cry.
The man sat up, staring, uttering garbled noises. He lifted his arms, but his right hand flopped limply, out of control. He stared at it in horror and made more panicked sounds. His wife rushed to his' side, trying to push him back on the pillow as she said, 'It's all right, Linus. You're alive. You're at home.'
His eyes became even more stricken as he stared at her, and Lenardo Read that her words were being twisted by Linus' wounded mind into the same incoherent nonsense that he was uttering. The couple's son, who had stayed to help his mother, cried out, 'No! The lightning addled his brain!'
'He can be helped!' Lenardo quickly assured them. 'At the academy, Readers can reach his mind.' The symptoms were similar to those of a stroke. Readers could touch the unspoken desires of such a victim and help lead him back to communication.
Lenardo sat on the edge of the bed, looking into Linus' face, not speaking lest he frighten the man further. Linus stared at him in confusion. Then he spoke-the words were nonsense, but beneath them Lenardo Read, //Magis-ter Lenardo?//
Lenardo smiled and nodded, taking the man's left hand and squeezing it as additional assurance that he understood.
//Help me?// This time Linus made no effort to speak aloud.
Again Lenardo nodded, then reached out to close the man's eyes, urging him to rest. Relieved that there was someone who understood, Linus relaxed and drifted toward sleep.
'He recognizes people,' Lenardo assured the man's wife and son. 'I don't think his intelligence is impaired. Let him sleep through the night here, and in the morning we'll take him to the academy. One of the Readers will come back and spend the night, in case he needs anything.'
'You can make him well?' Linus' wife asked.
'I've seen others with the same problem cured,' Lenardo replied. No sense telling her now that a few never improved and that almost every victim retained some impairment.
'Thank you for saving his life,' she said fervently.
'You can thank Galen,' Lenardo began.
'I should have let him die!' the boy burst out. 'You knew what would happen! Why didn't you make me stop?'
The boy had not yet been to Gaeta, where Readers studied in the great hospital. He had not seen the seeming miracles Readers could perform in curing afflictions of the mind, or the skill they had developed hi curing the body when they could Read the cause of the illness.
'Galen, yon did the right thing,' Lenardo said aloud, for Linus' family to hear. 'Linus will recover.' //Will you be
