A Bad Spell in Yurt - Wizard of Yurt - 1 (15 page)

"But wil the spel now turn against someone else?" I said, "such as the queen?" This was not a possibility I had contemplated until I said it, but it suddenly seemed fearful y likely. "Or do you think it's not merely a spel , but a demon loose in the castle?"

Zahlfast did not answer for a minute. "I'm not the person to ask," he said at last. "I specialize in transformations, not demonology." I remembered then a conversation I had had with him in the City several years ago, during which it had become clear that he was just as terrified of demons as I was. But he stood up. "I'l come into the castle with you and see what I can tel ."

But the first thing he said, as we entered the courtyard with its whitewashed wal s and green shutters, was, "What a lovely little castle! None of the other young wizards can have as charming a kingdom."

In my chambers, however, he looked around quickly, then said, "The supernatural influence is quite strong here."

I was about to demand whether he could think I was practicing black magic myself, but then I looked at his face and decided it was safer not to ask.

Instead I said, "Let me show you my glass telephones. They don't work, but they're very attractive."

At this he actual y laughed. "Somehow, when you left the school, I never imagined that you were the type of wizard who becomes a telephone technician."

"Neither did I," I said cheerful y. "That's why they don't work. But the queen wanted me to try." I thought guiltily that it had been some time since I had tried anything new.

"I'l show you something, though," I said, reaching one of the telephones down from the shelf. "Watch the base." I set the instrument down, lifted the receiver, and spoke the name attached to the wizards' school.

"Pretty amusing, isn't it," I said as the faint ringing came through the receiver and the base lit up to show the school's telephone on its table, with someone reaching to answer it. "Wait; it gets even funnier. Try to talk." I handed him the receiver.

Just as the Lady Maria and I had done, he shouted, "Hel o? Can you hear me?" to an unhearing wizard at the other end, even though that wizard's voice came through faint but clear.

But when the other wizard hung up and the telephone base went dark, Zahlfast was not laughing. "You realize, of course," he said with what I might even have imagined was awe, "that no one's ever been able to do this before: attach a far-seeing spel to an object."

"But it doesn't work as a telephone. Sometimes I've even thought that whatever evil spel was put on the castle was hindering my magic."

"I think you'l be able to make it work," he said in his school teacher voice. "Keep working at it."

At that moment we were interrupted by a knock. I opened it, expecting the Lady Maria ready to resume her lesson, and was surprised to see Joachim.

I tried to draw him inside, to introduce him to Zahlfast, but he wouldn't let me.

"I'm going," he said, "and I wanted to let someone know I probably won't be back for morning service. The king and queen aren't here."

"I think they went hunting. But where are you going?"

He paused as though unwil ing to say, but his enormous black eyes steadily met mine. "A girl down in the vil age, five miles from here, was bitten by a viper last week," he said at last, as though there had been no pause. "The doctors have tried al their draughts and potions, but nothing has availed. She's near death. They want me to pray for her."

He turned and was gone before I could answer, striding across the courtyard to where one of the stableboys had a horse saddled and ready. A man in a brown tunic was mounted and waiting by the gate.

"Is that your friend the chaplain?" said Zahlfast behind me.

I nodded, watching the two ride through the gate and away. I knew, without the chaplain tel ing me, that the news of the king's miraculous recovery must have spread at once throughout the kingdom, and that anyone now who needed a miracle would not be satisfied with their local priest but would want the castle chaplain.

"So tel me more about herbal magic," said Zahlfast.

Although I had had some success teaching a little magic to the king and the Lady Maria, it was extremely odd to be suddenly explaining something to my former teacher. It was also difficult to do with no herbs at hand; the sense that the old wizard had taught me, of how to determine a plant's properties just by handling it, was difficult to put into words.

But I had been able to explain at least some of the basic principles when I heard voices, the sound of hoofs, and the queen's laugh in the courtyard and realized the hunting party had returned. "You'l have to stay for dinner," I said, "and I'd be delighted to have you stay with me if you were wil ing to spend the night. Even for you, a two-hundred mile flight can't be easy."

To my surprise, he agreed. At dinner, he took the chaplain's chair across the table from me, which kept on startling me, as I would look up from my plate to see a face I had stopped being accustomed to see in the context in which I had recently become accustomed to seeing another's. He kept our table highly entertained, with gossip from the City and stories about the northern land of dragons, which he had visited. I saw even the servants at the next table leaning to catch his words.

"I'l have to tel you something I tel al the young wizards after the first checkup," he said as he prepared to leave the next morning. We were standing outside the castle gate, looking down at the red and golden foliage of the forest. "I doubt this would be an issue for you anyway, but some of the young wizards, when they find that the school is stil interested in what they're doing, feel they can ask for help for every little problem. We certainly want to make sure that magic is being practiced wel throughout the western kingdoms, but we just don't have the time to keep helping out ful y-qualified wizards who should know how to do magic on their own."

But then his smile came out. "In your case, write me whenever you want. There were some of the teachers who'd had doubts you'd even learn enough magic to become a magician, but I knew from the beginning you'd someday be capable of becoming a good wizard."

This would have been more of a compliment if it hadn't been for the implication that "someday" had not yet arrived.

"Wel , it was delightful to see you," I said, inane once more. Zahlfast rose from the ground and sped away, west over the treetops toward the City. It real y had been very nice to see him, even though I continued to feel extremely irritated that he and the Master had apparently engineered my position at Yurt for me, for reasons he had perhaps stil not told me completely, As I watched his flying figure disappear in the distance, I wondered again if he had in fact even told me the real reason for his visit. I realized there were a number of questions I had not asked him, or if I had asked he had not answered. He had never said where he thought the evil spel on the castle might come from, and I had not had a chance to ask his opinion of the old wizard's empty tower room. Wel , if I was supposed to be ful y qualified to practice magic on my own, I would have to do so.

As I turned to start back into the castle, I saw a another distant figure, this one on horseback, coming up the road toward the castle. In a moment, I recognized Joachim and waited for him to reach me.

I became alarmed at his appearance when he came closer. His usual y smooth hair was rumpled, his vestments wrinkled and stained, and his hand slack on the reins. The accentuated gauntness of his cheeks and his unseeing stare made me realize he was exhausted from more than riding five miles home after staying up al night.

I took the horse's bridle to lead it across the bridge and helped him dismount. He seemed to notice me for the first time.

"Do you think it's too late for me to hold chapel services this morning?" he asked, clearly concerned about this lapse.

"The king and queen have already left to go hunting again," I told him. "Tomorrow's Sunday; service can wait until then."

"Al right," he said meekly and started moving slowly toward his room. He stopped then, looked back, and told me what I had already guessed. "The little girl died."

The first snow had reached Yurt. It wasn't very much snow, a light dusting in the courtyard, but as evening came on it rose and whirled in the wind, and made al of us in the great hal linger around the fireplace after supper. Through the tal windows, I could see the moon, slightly orange and half obscured by whipping clouds, what Gwen told me they cal ed in Yurt a witch's moon.

The Lady Maria had been talking about dragons at supper. The combination of Zahlfast's visit and the first volume of
Ancient and Modern Necromancy,
which I had given her to read when the first-grammar continued to prove frustrating, had given her enough information about the northern land of wild magic that she was talking as though she wanted to go there herself.

"But Maria, it's terribly cold even here!" said one of the other ladies with a laugh. "Think how much colder it would be so much further north."

"Then maybe I'l try to go there in the summer," she said, undeterred. "Or maybe a dragon would come here."

The other ladies, who clearly did not believe in dragons, or if they did certainly believed they had nothing to do with Yurt, al laughed thoroughly at this.

I at least knew dragons were real, and maybe it was to support the Lady Maria that I decided to make an il usory dragon. I had never tried to match my predecessor by producing il usions over dessert, but while most of the castle was lingering by the fire it seemed a good time to start.

Il usions are among the first things they teach at the wizards' school, and they are so much fun that wizardry students tend to stay up late chal enging each other with different effects, which is why even carnival magicians are proficient at them. At any rate, even though I knew I could never equal my predecessor's skil at life-like creations, I started on a dragon.

It stayed rather flat-looking, and at certain angles one could see right through it, but that didn't deter me, as I set out to make a dragon that would fil our entire end of the hal . It certainly didn't hurt my efforts that the queen came over at once, eyes dancing, to watch the dragon being constructed.

First I did the tail, long and reptilian with a double row of spines down the center. When I had the tail lashing nicely, I started on the body, massive and scaled, with six legs and long, scaled wings. It was only coincidence, I told myself, that I made the iridescent scales emerald green. By now most of the castle was watching; even the servants who had taken the dishes down to the kitchen came back.

The head was the hardest part. I gave my dragon a gaping mouth with several hundred teeth, long fringed ears, and eyes of fire. It actual y looked more like the dragon costume at the harvest carnival than like the rather smal blue dragon in the basement of the wizards' school, the only real dragon I had actual y seen. But since no else there had ever seen a dragon at al , this did not matter. They stood wel back from its slowly lashing tail and watched with growing excitement.

And I decided to make it especial y exciting. As soon as I had finished the last detail, the long forked yel ow tongue, I gave the whole dragon the order to move and stood back to catch my breath. It was a dozen times larger than any il usion I had ever made before.

It moved spectacularly. Eyes burning and mouth opening and closing in frenzied snaps, it whirled away from me and started toward my audience.

It moved total y silently, but that was al right, because the screaming of ladies, servants, and even knights made plenty of noise. People raced for the wal s or fel down flat. Dominic stood for ten seconds alone, deserted by the rest of the knights and apparently paralyzed, before he gave a shriek like an injured rabbit and dived under the table. My dragon kept on going. Its long tail and heavy body natural y passed through real human bodies without having the slightest effect, but they did not notice this, as they were too busy trying to avoid the head.

Even the king took refuge behind his throne. But the Lady Maria, sheltering in the doorway that led to the kitchen, with half the castle staff behind her, was watching in what I could only describe as avid delight.

Almost frightened by what I had done, I said the words to slow the dragon down, intending to make it curl up placidly before the fire before I broke the spel of il usion.

And then I saw two people advancing on the dragon from opposite directions. One was the chaplain, who held a crucifix at arm's length before him, and whose eyes glowed with almost the same intensity as my dragon's. The other, armed with a poker from the fireplace, was the queen.

This had gone far enough. I said the two words to break the il usion, and the dragon was gone, leaving nothing but a shower of sparks that lingered for five seconds and then were gone as wel .

The hal was suddenly very silent, and I held my breath, wondering how I had managed to make my magic go so thoroughly astray. But then the silence was broken by the king clapping.

"Marvelous, Wizard, marvelous!" he cried. "I've never seen anything to match that!"

After only a second's hesitation, the queen dropped the poker and began to applaud as wel . The knights and ladies came slowly back toward the center of the room and joined in.

Dominic came out from under the table as though trying to convey the impression he had never been there.

Everyone started talking at once, most apparently trying to persuade each other, themselves, and me that they had not in fact been in fear for their lives. The king did it most convincingly.

"Our old wizard used to do il usions al the time," he told me, "and they were beautiful. I thought when he retired that I'd never see anything like that again. But his, wel , they never
moved
like that!"

There was a general laugh, and people started gathering up their hats and cloaks for the short trip from the great hal back to their chambers.