Marcus, the boy that challenged a Great Noble and did exceptionally well. He was an apprentice to a Sangoma, a spiritual healer called the thwasas. No older than seventeen, his connection to the divine realm and his knowledge of both the spirit world and healing were far beyond his years. Kazi had been impressed from their first meeting and appointment.
Kazi had hired Marcus for 10,000 points per session, or a pouch of 33 gold coins. The sessions had become a routine part of Marta's life over the past month, with this being the eighth check-up. Twice per week, Marcus came by to check on Marta's progress, both physically and spiritually.
Marcus sat on the floor, loose red blouse pooled on his lap. Legs crossed, behind Marta, he placed a hand on her back.
"How are you feeling, Marta?"
So young and yet he carried a lilting rhythm that made his words feel soothing.
