“Robinton!” he called as he strode purposefully to the boy’s small room in their quarters. The door was ajar and the room rather neat, considering that a child lived in it. The bed was made, the few toys were neatly stacked on the shelf; and then he noticed the pipes beside the toys, and the small harp case. Someone else was teaching his son how to play the harp!
Now Petiron began to feel a righteous anger. Merelan was behaving in a most peculiar fashion. First by her silence over Robinton’s ability and then by letting someone else train his son…
He strode out of the room and out of his quarters; he was starting down the stairs when Master Gennell came out of his rooms at the top of the steps.
“Ah, Petiron, I need a moment of your time …”
Petiron stopped, glancing down the steps, wondering where Merelan had gone in such a huff and where his son might be. The MasterHarper had the right to a moment of his time whenever he so chose. This was not a good moment, however, for any interview, no matter how pressing. For once common sense, rather than professional courtesy, prompted the MasterComposer. He had to find both his spouse and his son. Now! Before more damage could be done in the matter of Robinton’s training.
“Now, Petiron,” Master Gennell said, frowning when he saw the hesitation, the conflict of duties.
“With respect, Master…” Petiron began, barely keeping his tone civil.
“Now, MasterComposer,” Gennell said firmly.
“My son …” Petiron tried the only viable excuse available.
“It is about your son that I wish to speak with you,” Gennell said, and his frown so surprised Petiron that he found himself altering his direction towards the MasterHarper’s rooms.
“About Robinton?”
Gennell nodded and ushered the MasterComposer into his workroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“About Robinton.” He waved Petiron to a seat before he sat opposite, clasping his hands in a way that indicated a matter of grave importance was about to be discussed. “As MasterHarper, I have certain duties and responsibilities towards those in my Hall.” Petiron nodded, and Gennell went on. “I have assigned Merelan to Benden Hold for the next year.”
“But you can’t—’ Petiron half rose from the chair in surprised indignation.
“I can and I have,” Gennell said in such a flat tone that Petiron sank back again. “Oh, I know you are already composing new arias which only she has the voice to sing, but I think you’ve been overworking her -‘ and Gennell held up one finger “- and have been totally ignoring your son.”
“My son … I need to discuss my son with you, Gennell. He has written—”
Gennell held up a second finger. “You are apparently the only
one in the entire Hall who is unaware of Robinton’s genius.” “Genius? A few simple tunes …”
“Petiron!” Gennell’s voice echoed the impatience in his scowl.
“The boy reads music – even music you have written – and plays it on pipe or gitar without hesitation or error. He has made instruments that are good enough to have a Harper stamp.”
“That drum he made was not up to standard,” Petiron began.
“At that, his first drum was nearly good enough. The others he has made in the past few months have already been sold. So have
the multiple pipes and his first flute—”
“The pipes are in his room …”
“He is already considered an apprentice by the rest of the Hall’s Masters, MasterComposer Petiron,” Gennell said. “We are careful to take him only at his own pace – and his progress has him ahead of most second-year apprentices.”
Petiron’s mouth dropped. “But he’s my son …”
“A fact that you only seem to have recognized very recently,” Gennell said in much the tone he would take with an erring journeyman.
Then his expression softened. “You are the best composer we have had in the Hall in over two hundred years, Petiron, and you are honoured as such. It is your single-mindedness which can produce such extravagant and complex music, but it has also given you less than perfect vision about other, equally important matters: such as your son and your spouse. Therefore, since I had a request from Benden Hold for a Master in the Vocal Traditions, I have assigned Merelan to the post. At her request. As the Benden Lord Holder has children Robinton’s age, he will accompany his mother.”