The Witch & the Cathedral - Wizard of Yurt - 4 (19 page)

But when I knocked on her door there was no answer. I peered through the window into the dark interior, seeing nothing, and rattled the door handle to find it locked. I told myself that she had probably gone around to some of the garment retailers to pick up or drop off embroidery, but I felt strangely uneasy.

When I discovered that virtually all of the shops in the city were closed, I became even more concerned. Shades were pulled, and black ribbon hung on the doors. In a cathedral city, I thought, the death of the bishop must be one of the major events of the generation. The inns were still open, but I did not spot Theodora there either. Thinking that she must have gone out and then returned home when she found the shops shut, and that I had simply missed her in the streets, I hurried back again to her house. But it was still dark and silent; my knocking did not even gain a response from the cat.

This is silly," I told myself, trying to stem an irrational panic. "We just didn't happen to plan where to meet, and now with the bishop's death she's probably out looking for me."

Leaning against her doorway, I closed my eyes and stepped into the flow of magic.

My mind raced across the hundreds of minds in the streets around me, not quite touching them, moving so lightly they would never know I was there. Most of the minds were unfamiliar, and I slid across them without pausing. Some were people I had come to know more or less well: Prince Lucas, one of the innkeepers, a few of the cathedral priests.

I was startled in brushing the edge of Joachim's servant's mind to find it a dense turmoil of thoughts. Somehow I had assumed his thoughts would be as silent as his voice. For a second I even wondered if he might be the evil wizard, but I dismissed this at once; if I could actually touch a wizard's mind, there was no way he could conceal his magic from me. I did not find Joachim or most of the other priests, but this was not surprising. Deep in prayer, their minds would have entered the supernatural realm of the saints and thus be beyond the reach of my magic.

But I also did not find Theodora. My mind slid back to my body, and I opened my eyes. There was no emotion in the deep silent tunnels of magic, but once back to myself I felt a sharp fear. Where could she be? Within the square mile or so of the city, she should not have been able to hide from me unless she were cloaking her mind thoroughly. This meant that she had either left the city and was already a good distance away or else was deliberately hiding from me.

I hurried back to the cathedral through the wet and slippery streets. All activity on the construction site had ceased. The tall front doors of the church stood open. A few townspeople were going up the stairs to them, almost shyly. None of them was Theodora. I joined them, and we entered the dim church and walked the length of the nave to where the bishop lay before the altar, surrounded by candles. After a brief pause and a brief dip of the head, the townspeople quietly walked out the front doors again, but I slipped around to the side entrance.

The street behind the cathedral was quiet once more. I hurried down to the dean's house and went inside. He was there, but I did not think he even heard me come in. He sat at the table, all in black, his face buried in his hands.

I tiptoed past him and went into the room where I had been staying. The only thing I could do was leave at once. I gathered up my clothes and books and packed everything neatly in my box.

But where could I go, and, even more importantly, where was Theodora? Maybe she had had a fit and died in the night. Maybe the old bishop, in dying, had reached out a demonic hand to take her soul with his.

This last was too unlikely, even in my worried state.

But I did not like my other ideas any better. Had she been kidnapped and dragged from the city? Had an evil wizard ambushed her and taken her to wherever he and his nefarious magic were hiding?

Or, most devastating of all, did she not want to see me?

"No," I said aloud. I could not think of this as the most devastating, no matter what it did to my self-esteem. I would rather have her alive and furious with me, for reasons I could not begin to fathom, than to have her in dire captivity or even dead.

Had Theodora felt violated by my attentions? I found it hard to accept this; it was she who had led the way to the grove. Since I was a wizard, not a priest, I had, as I had told her, not sinned against institutionalized magic by being with her. But if I had somehow, unintentionally but horribly, frightened her or hurt her, I had sinned against Theodora herself. As I thought again of our walk back to the city last night, it became more and more clear that she did not want to marry me.

Had she all along been the sort of witch I had feared when I first met her, only interested in men to satisfy her mad lusts? Maybe the woman I thought I had come to know and love this summer had all been a facade.

"Theodora!" I shouted inside my mind. "Where are you?" Any wizard or witch within five miles should have been able to hear me.

There was no response, but I had expected none. After sitting glumly on the bed for a few more minutes, I stood up abruptly to go out. Joachim had not moved. I closed the door quietly behind me as I stepped into the street.

The rain had let up. As I came around to the front of the cathedral, I saw that the numbers of townspeople coming to pay their final respects to the bishop had grown.

I headed out through the city gates and wandered through the long, wet grass, finding no clues and not even sure what I was seeking. I stared out along the road leading from the city, and, in the distance, could see a galloping horse coming toward me.

It was a red roan stallion, and in a moment I could see that the rider was Paul. No one was with him, and he rode as though pursued by demons. My heart felt as though a hand had clutched it.

With Theodora either held captive by an evil wizard or furious with me, and with Joachim lost to me forever, I had been thinking that nothing worse could possibly happen. But now I knew it could.

Paul reined in the stallion and leaped off lightly. The sun broke from behind a cloud at the same time. "Wizard!" he cried with a smile. "I've come to look for you!"

I went weak in the knees as I realized that nothing could be as horribly wrong in Yurt as I had feared. "But why are you alone?" I managed to ask. "And why were you riding so fast?"

"Bonfire loves to run," he said nonchalantly. Indeed, the stallion did not seem at all winded by the gallop. "I must have left the other knights some miles back."

"It's dangerous," I said sternly, "for a prince to ride around unprotected."

Paul smiled again. I had not remembered that he was half a head taller than I. "I've got my sword and shield," he said, "and I know how to use them. And Bonfire can outrun any bandits in the western kingdoms. Besides, I don't think there even are many bandits anymore— haven't you wizards from the school gotten rid of most of them?"

I would have been interested in Paul's thoughts about the wizards' school, but not now. "You haven't said why you're here.” We went in through the city gates, the stallion's reins looped over Paul's arm. He saw the black ribbons along the street. "Has someone important died?*

"Yes, the bishop. But why are you here?" I persisted.

"Mother wanted to find out how you were doing, and she said she didn't like to telephone the cathedral to ask about a wizard. Did you find their monster?"

"Not yet," I said cautiously, wondering what intention of the queen's might lie behind this terse message.

"So the bishop died," said Paul. "He was very old, wasn't he? I wonder who the new bishop will be."

I realized we were walking briskly through the city streets as we talked. "Where are we going, anyway?"

To the castle, of course," said Paul in surprise. "That's where I'll be staying."

"But Prince Lucas is there."

Paul was even more surprised. "Prince Lucas? Mother mentioned that she'd sent him permission to make a brief stay, but he should have been gone weeks ago." He grinned disarmingly. "Well, we're both royal princes, but I'll be king of Yurt in not much more than a month, whereas he may not be king of Caelrhon for years, and it is, after all, our castle!" He continued on, apparently looking forward to putting Prince Lucas out by force if necessary.

I hurried behind him. "I've never known," I said as I caught up again, "why only the king of Yurt has a castle here in the cathedral city when the city is located within the kingdom of Caelrhon."

"Did you never study the history of Yurt?" asked Paul.

"Of course not," I said in exasperation. I felt myself fortunate to know what little I did about the history of wizardry.

"Well, Father taught it to me. It's actually quite interesting now, with Mother planning to marry Vincent, because—"

He stopped without finishing the sentence. Before I could do more than note that he now seemed capable of speaking of his mother's marriage without despair, he reached into his pocket "I'm sorry, I almost forgot Mother said to give this to you."

It was a large white envelope, sealed with the queens crimson seal, and much too heavy to have been sent by the pigeons. The image on the seal was a tiny picture of a crowned woman, and around the edge ran the inscription, "Regina Regensque Yurtiae," Queen and Regent of Yurt I tore the envelope open while Paul stood a short distance away, trying to appear politely uninterested in my correspondence. At first I thought the letter was shaking, and then I realized it was my hands.

In spite of Theodora, I realized as I saw the familiar black sprawling handwriting, I was still in love with the queen. A very faint scent came from the letter; it must have been a perfume she always wore of which I had never before been consciously aware.

The message was brief. "I don't know what you have thought or what you have imagined, but you are still Royal Wizard of Yurt. Come home as soon as you can. Give our love to Father Joachim." At the bottom of the page, squeezed in as though an afterthought, were the words, "Paul and Vincent and I all need you."

I was still wizard of Yurt, even if she sent her love only to Joachim and not to me. I didn't know if I was glad or not I looked up and met Paul's inquiring eyes. "Your mother wanted to make sure I was back for your coming of age ceremony," I said

He smiled "But I told her you'd promised to be there! And of course," he added casually, "you'll be there for the wedding the next day."

I caught my breath between my teeth. "Her wedding?" I said slowly over the hard pounding of my heart. "I thought she didn't plan to marry for months and months!" I was the cause of this, I thought. My impetuous avowals had made the queen move up her wedding to avoid anything similar in the future.

"That's because she and Vincent had originally planned to be married in the cathedral here," said Paul. He spoke without concern, but for a second I thought I spotted behind his calm words a determination not to make a childish fuss over something he could not change. "But then they realized that as soon as I'm king, there will be nothing improper about the queen mother marrying the prince of the neighboring kingdom. So they'll have the ceremony when everyone is already assembled at Yurt for my coronation."

I found I had nothing to say. We turned a corner and reached the little castle that belonged to the royal family of Yurt. Paul stepped boldly up to the knight in Caelrhon's livery who stood at the door. "Inform your master," he said, resting his hand casually on the pommel of his sword, "that the heir to Yurt demands that he vacate this castle at once and make it available for our use."

Inwardly I smiled, distracted for the moment from the devastating news about the queen. Paul was so confident, so bold, and still so young. A stray beam of sunlight made his hair shine like a crown of pale gold. I waited, ready in case the knight tried to oppose him by force.

But after one hard glance at us the knight grunted, "Wait here," and disappeared into the castle. While we waited, I took the queen's letter back out and looked at it again.

Apparently she was willing to go on living in the same castle with me on the same terms as during the previous nineteen years; the only question was whether I was equally willing.

This thought shocked me. How could I even be considering going on as wizard of Yurt when I loved Theodora?

Prince Lucas's knight returned. "He will receive you within, sir."

Paul handed him the stallion's reins. "Watch him for me until I return. But be careful. He's wild, and he'll kill anyone but me who tries to mount." He grinned as we went up the steps, leaving the knight looking dubiously at the stallion. "In fact, Bonfire is as gentle as a kitten," he said in a whisper.

Prince Lucas met us in the castles great hall, doing his best to appear gracious; I did not judge the effort a great success. "I am delighted to see you, Prince," he said to Paul, but looking at me with thorough disapproval. "I just wish you had warned me of your coming to Caelrhon, so that we might have been prepared to greet you more suitably."

The two princes kissed each other on the cheeks, their hands stiffly placed on each others shoulders. Paul was as tall as Lucas, although I doubted he weighed more than half as much.

"My mother and I are deeply surprised to find you still here in our castle," said Paul with comparable courtesy. "If you had warned us you wished to extend your stay, it would not now be necessary to ask you to leave."

"Let me make a suggestion," said Lucas. "We were unavoidably detained in the city by certain business, and now, with the bishop dead and the funeral scheduled for tomorrow, it seems inappropriate to leave immediately. There is plenty of room for both of us. I will vacate the royal chamber, of course, but it would be unsuitable for a prince such as yourself to stay here alone."

"I nave three knights coming to town behind me," said Paul, "and of course our Royal Wizard will stay with me. But for one night we are willing that you stay here as well. The royal heirs of the twin kingdoms will be suitable representatives at the bishop's funeral."