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  WIZARD’S KNOT

  By

  W. H. Beswick

  COPYRIGHT2021@WHBESWICK

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  THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS, EVENTS, SITUTATIONS COME FROM THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATION.

  COPYRIGHT 2018 @ WILLIAM H. BESWICK

  AUTHOR’S NOTE:

  THIS NOVEL WAS PUBLISHED A FEW YEARS BACK BUT THE AUTHOR PULLED IT. IT HAS NOW BEEN RE-EDITED MORE TO HIS LIKING AND HOPEFULLY YOURS.

  KINGS AND QUEENS WILL RULE,

  PRINCECESSES WILL LOVE,

  KNIGHTS WILL RIDE FOR HONOR AND GLORY,

  WIZARDS WILL SERVE,

  BUT NO ONE KNOWS

  FROM WHERE THE HEROES COME.

  THE WIZARD’S CREED.

  STARGAZER, STARGAZER WHY DO YOU WEEP?

  TELL ME, TELL ME, WHAT DO I SEEK?

  --START OF AN UNFINISHED POEM

  DATE AND AUTHOR UNKNOWN

  IF WE UNDERSTOOD LOVE THERE WOULD BE LESS PROBLEMS IN THE WORLD, BECAUSE LOVE CAN BRING GREAT HAPPINESS AND JOY, OR…COMPLETE MISERY.

  UNKNOWN

  PROLOGUE

  “Nothing happens here,” Officer Clyde Nathan thought to himself as he turned onto Main Street. It really wasn’t much of a main street, if you asked Clyde.But people rarely asked him anything. Except if he thought it was going to rain or if those kids were still going up to Miller’s Creek. The young Officer had to stand there and listen to someone prattle on and on about how something should be done about Miller’s Creek. Goodness knows what those kids were doing up there.

  Clyde knew exactly what the kids were doing up there. It was the same thing every kid had been doing up there for years. It was an American tradition. What town didn’t have a lover’s lane? Clyde used to go there himself. That, or the Sunset Drive-in, until it was closed down.

  Officer Nathan had jumped at the chance to take over the graveyard shift when that moron Crookins had retired from the department. Clyde really wasn’t a people person. Which made his career choice odd. A police officer would need some social skills. Nathan seemed to lack those.

  Sheriff Andrews was thrilled to stick Nathan on the night shift. There wasn’t a day someone didn’t call to complain about his officer. Now the little creep was out of the way. All he had to do all night was drive around the dark empty streets to keep an eye out for trouble. Since there was rarely any trouble, Andrew’s phone stopped ringing.

  It was the perfect solution for Andrews and Clyde.

  The skinny Officer steered his car down the dimly lit street, glancing to the right and left, looking for any signs of trouble in the dark windows of the stores. But everything looked just like it did last night, and the night before that and so on.

  “Trouble,” Clyde thought. “That’s what this town needs, if you ask me. A little trouble. Just enough to wake it up.”

  Officer Clyde Nathan thought people should be asking for his opinion on a lot of things. He believed himself to be a well-read man. Not that he had read a lot of books; he did read the inside flaps of some books, glanced at the front page of the newspaper and had a subscription to Science Weekly. To give him credit, he did try to read the magazine, but most of the time he couldn’t understand what the articles were about. It didn’t help that those writing the articles weren’t very good writers. They used words he didn’t understand or couldn’t find in his small dictionary. If you were to ask Clyde, a good writer used words that everyone understood.

  Having finished his patrol of Main Street, Clyde turned on to First Street, which was where the few lawyers and accountants in town had their offices. At the end of First was the town hall, which housed the Mayor’s office, Sheriff’s office, City Clerk and several other city offices.

  He did a quick look around and saw everything was in its place, including that ridiculously big fountain that sat in the middle of the quad. He glanced at his watch and decided it was time to for a coffee break. His several months of working graveyard had taught him one thing: If he wanted a good cup of coffee and a fresh donut he had to get to Mel’s by four.

  Officer Nathan was about to make the turn onto Elm Avenue so he could cut across to Oak Avenue over to Mel’s all-night diner. He looked to the left and slammed on his brakes. The skinny Officer sat in his car staring at a small circular building sitting on what should have been a vacant lot.

  Hank’s Barbeque had burnt down a few years back, leaving nothing but a big black spot. There had been a beauty parlor there before that, but when all the clients ended up with blue hair, it closed. Before that, it was a candle shop. But one hot summer, the owner’s entire stock melted in one day. Since the fire, the lot sat there empty, slowly being covered with weeds. There had been talk of putting in an ice cream parlor, but no one had ever said anything about a royal-purple building with brightly painted pictures of stars, planets, and strange looking symbols on it.

  Clyde put his patrol car in park and climbed out. He sniffed loudly as he adjusted his holster and patted the gun resting on his hip.

  “So trouble has come to town at last,” Clyde snorted as he studied the odd building. The skinny Officer frowned at the three triangle-shaped black glass windows. All the other stores in town had big display windows so you could look in and check their wares and more importantly, see who was inside. But you couldn’t see a thing through these windows. And why the strange shape?

  “Peculiar,” Clyde said to himself. “Maybe they think it will bring in the customers. Better chance to sell them something.”

  Clyde didn’t realize it, but the shock of finding a brightly painted building where there should only be dirt, rocks, and weeds, was fading away. He was now thinking it wasn’t in a very good location. Everyone knew the best place for a store was Main Street. Officer Nathan looked at the sign mounted on the top of the store. Most stores in town just had a nicely painted sign mounted over the door. Since the town petty much shut down by six, seven on Saturdays there was no need for neon or brightly lit signs. But this store had large letters lining the top that seemed to shimmer with gold light.

  “Wizard’s Knot,” Clyde muttered as he read the sign “Silly name…the owner must be a fool if he thinks that anyone in this town would be interested in magic. I give him a month; two at the most.”

  Officer Nathan climbed back into his car and drove off into the night, hoping the coffee at Mel’s would be fresh and the donuts warm.

  The next morning, a few people stopped to look at the store, frowned, and moved on. Most told themselves, of course there had been builders and trucks. Purple stores just don’t pop up out of the ground. The city clerk stopped and a made a mental note to check his files to make sure the new store’s paperwork was on file and in order. But by the time he got to his office and had his first cup of coffee, he had moved onto other city business.

  By the end of the week everyone had become used to the purple building, and moved on to debate whether the high school football team would go all the way this year. Hardly anyone noticed the small sign taped to the door.

  GRAND OPENING…REALLY SOON…WAIT FOR THE MAGIC!!!

  CHAPTER 1

  David Kent was ordinary. The fact was, everything about David was quite ordinary. His hair was an ordinary brown and his eyes were not blazing or intense; they were just brown. There really wasn’t anything about his face that would make him stand out in a crowd or
classroom, which was helpful when the teacher was looking for someone to humiliate in front of their peers. Nine out of ten times, David was passed over, which suited him fine most of the time.

  Thanks to his mother and his somewhat dull fashion taste, David’s clothes did not stand out. No one ever complimented him on his outfits except his mother and grandmother, and they didn’t count. But David was reaching an age when he realized that girls noticed what he was wearing. He had looked in some magazines in hopes of discovering what a girl would like, but it seemed that not even girls could agree on what they liked…fashion wise, that is.

  It wasn’t all bad being ordinary. David was never the last one picked for a team. He was always picked somewhere in the middle, usually with the statement, “David is pretty good,” which meant he could at least throw and catch the ball. The real upside was there was no expectation of greatness. It never fell upon his shoulders to win the game. There would be no pitching, no hitters or scoring the winning touchdown in David’s future. This would bother him from time to time. It would pass.

  Another upside to being ordinary was David was just at a size where Julius Lamont, (don’t call him Julius to his face), the school bully figured that David just might fight back. Not that the bully couldn’t take him; there was just easier prey. So except for the occasional sneer or glare in his direction, David could wander the grounds of John Tyler High with no real fear of his head being pushed into a toilet and knowing his lunch money would remain safely in his pocket.

  It occurs to me you may not know who John Tyler was. Well, he was a President. Yes, a President of the United States. Sadly, he is one of those presidents who didn’t do much during his four years. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t elected to the office. He replaced William Harrison who was a famous Indian fighter, and the only president to die in office after only a month. I wish I could tell you he died of something exciting, but it was just pneumonia.

  As a matter fact, the town was named Tylerville. No one was quite sure why. There was a rumor that a relative of Tyler settled here but that was never confirmed. According to Ms. Beasley, the head librarian and self-appointed town historian and local gossip, the courthouses, along with all the town records were burned by ‘those damn rebels’. But she assured anyone who asked that the town was named after President Tyler. This confused most people, since the town was established in 1692. John Tyler wasn’t even born yet, let alone President. So how could the town be named after him? The other problem was the Civil War started around April in 1861. The courthouse fire was sometime between December 1860 and January 1861. Since the war hadn’t started, no one was sure what ‘damn rebels’ Ms. Beasley was talking about. But the bottom line is, no one really knows why the town was named after an unremarkable president.

  David’s father worked for the city as the District Supervisor for Internal and External Social Improvements and Developments. Please don’t ask me to explain what Mr. Kent’s job is because I am not quite sure what his duties are.It involves a lot of paperwork. He has a very nice corner office and a secretary.

  Her name was Ms. Wellington. She was one of the few people living in Tylerville that wasn’t born there. As a matter-of-fact, she didn’t look like a local, with her long silver-gold hair and white pearl glasses that framed her green eyes. She wore clothes that a city employee really couldn’t afford. Ms. Wellington was always the picture of perfection with every hair in place, and dressed like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Needless to say, every single man in town had asked her out and had been turned down. This kind of aloofness and her insistence that everyone call her Ms. Wellington had caused more than one eyebrow to be raised. She didn’t seem to care. She would leave her home every day, report to work, and sit at her small desk. She answered the phone, filled out documents and studied several large books that never left her desk.

  More about Ms. Wellington later.

  I brought up David’s father since he was the one who told him that it was fitting that the town was named after John Tyler, since the town itself was quite unremarkable. There had been no great battles fought here, no one famous born here or anything else noteworthy. Everyone in town went about their business in a cheerful and content manner.

  Most of the town worked for the Tyler Tire Company. The Tyler Tire Company made the tires for anything with wheels, and if you were to believe David Shepherd, Head of Public Relations, made the best gosh darn tires in the world.This seemed to be true, since every car, truck, tractor, and bike in town had Tyler Tires. But David had never been outside of Tylerville, so he wasn’t sure what the rest of the world was riding on.

  David wasn’t dumb, but he wasn’t the smartest, either. He found with a little bit of work, and some threats from his mother, that he could get high B’s and the occasional A. Actually, his high grades were in history, which bothered him. As far as David could tell school was to prepare you for college. Which was to prepare you for whatever job you ended up in. Now, a talent for remembering the names, dates and places of past events seemed to lead to only one job….history teacher.

  Mr. Watershaw was David’s history teacher. Watershaw looked about as old as the subject he taught. He made himself seem older by wearing what seemed to be the same gray tweed suit every day. The only change in his appearance was the color of his bowties. Red on Monday, blue on Tuesday, green on Wednesday, and black on Thursday. Friday was up for grabs; it could have been any color, including a yellow one with butterflies. As for his shoes, he wore the same scuffed up black wingtips every day. The one interesting thing about his outfit was the gold pocket watch and chain that he kept in his vest pocket. What fascinated David about it was you had to wind the thing up. He had asked Mr. Watershaw how often he had to wind it and the old teacher told him, “once a day”. David asked him why he didn’t buy a new watch so he didn’t have to wind it. It was then he found out that Mr. Watershaw had been given the watch from his father and his father had received it from his father. David was surprised to find out the watch was almost two hundred years old.

  Suddenly, this made Mr. Watershaw very interesting, until he started to teach his class. It wasn’t what he taught, but how he taught it. He would stand in front of the class lecturing in a monotone voice that made the already boring subject, well, more boring. Few things scared David, but the image of an older version of himself standing in front of a classroom filled with half-awake kids who made jokes about your bowties and tweed suits terrified him.

  David wasn’t sure what he wanted to do when he grew up and hadn’t given it much thought, until his parents pointed out he would be graduating soon and he might want to consider his future. Most of the kids in Tyler High had accepted the fact that they would get jobs at Tyler Tire Company, while others hoped for a city job, the second biggest employer in the town. It should be noted that teachers were considered city employees.

  That bothered David, too.

  A very small group would leave Tylerville to go to college, usually in nearby Benton. It was an interesting thing that not one of these students ever returned to Tylerville. David would lie awake at night thinking about this, wondering why they never came back. The only thing he could think of was that…it must be very unordinary out there.

  The other thing that kept David awake at night was Aurora Shepherd. He had known Aurora most of his life. They lived right next door to each other for as long as he could remember. From kindergarten on, Aurora and David had walked to school together. They laughed and chatted together until junior high.

  Then something changed.

  David didn’t notice it at first, but soon it became obvious other boys were now talking to Aurora, laughing with Aurora, and offering to walk Aurora to her next class. He still got to walk her to school and back home, but now her conversations were more about cheerleading, student government, astrology, and how cute some other boy was.

  We have already established that David was not cute.

  The final blow came when one Monday
morning, David came out to meet Aurora but she was already standing there with Chuck Davis. His life-long friend looked up at David, gave him a small smile, and told him that she would be walking with Chuck today. She hoped he didn’t mind. David muttered something that sounded like “sure” but it was really a word he wasn’t supposed to say. David watched them walk off chatting and laughing, but what hurt most was they were holding hands.

  It had been years since he walked Aurora to school. Actually, they rarely talked any more except a smile or quick hi in the school hallways. What ordinary David couldn’t understand was why he was in love with a girl who barely knew he existed.

  CHAPTER 2

  Aurora Shepherd had a dream. Not a dream of being an actress, or president, or just head cheerleader, but a real dream; you know the kind you have when you are sleeping. Aurora had a lot of dreams. She was a big believer in dreams and what they meant. She also believed in Astrology. The young redhead actually believed that if you studied the skies and their movements, and interpreted your dreams that you could find your path in life and follow it. Watching the skies and following her star charts had helped Aurora become not only a cheerleader but also class president and maybe queen of the fall dance. That is if she read her chart right, but Leo and Gemini being in her house could sometimes be confusing. Confusing or not, Aurora was a cheerleader as her chart predicted.

  It never occurred to the fifteen-year-old that her success came not from above, and but from the fact she was a rare combination of beauty and brains.Aurora had long red hair that seemed float around her face. This long curly hair enhanced what some people would call a very sweet face. And yes, she did have green eyes that blazed when she got angry.

  The fact that Aurora was a cheerleader didn’t mean she was dumb. Her straight-A grade point average, and being on the honor role for the second year straight was evidence of that. And like most cheerleaders she was very popular which resulted in her being elected to class president. Aurora would tell you all her success was because all her stars and planets were just in the right place on the day of the election, if you asked.