A Bad Spell in Yurt - Wizard of Yurt - 1 (20 page)

I brushed my best clothes and worked on the magic tricks I knew I would be cal ed on to perform in the next few days. Since the old wizard was going to be there, with il usions much more solid and realistic than anything I could produce, I was going to have to find other ways to keep the royal party and their guests amused during the twelve days of Christmas.

I decided to try some transformations. I spent much of the day with
Basic Metamorphosis
and
Elements of Transmogrification,
actual y realizing at last exactly where I had gone wrong with the frogs.

In the three weeks since the stranger's appearance and subsequent disappearance, I had been able to make no progress in determining who he was or where he had come from. I suspected everyone in the castle in turn, except for the king--even the boys being trained as knights in Yurt. I wished I dared tel Joachim my fears, but every time I decided that he was the presence of good that was keeping evil at bay, I found myself suspecting that the stranger might have been the manifestation of his own evil side.

I remembered when I had first come to Yurt I had wondered what I would be doing to fil my time away from the City. Somehow my days had become so busy that I had not even made any progress on the telephones, even though I had intermittently tried one or another new spel . At one point I had promised myself to complete them for the queen for a Christmas present, but that was impossible now.

In the late afternoon, we started looking out for our guests. The cook and the kitchen maids had been baking for days, and the smel of pies, cakes, crul ers, and bread, mixed with the piny smel from the Christmas tree and the evergreen boughs hung throughout the castle, was almost overwhelming. I stood by the gate, looking out toward the sunset. The air was clear and stil , and the sun was framed by the red and ice blue of winter.

The stable boys went out with lanterns and poles, which they pushed into the ground at intervals along the road up the hil , so that the lanterns could light our guests' final approach. At the bottom of the hil , they met a figure on foot.

I recognized the old wizard, even at a distance, and went down to meet him. In his tal white hat, leaning on his oaken staff, he was unmistakable. As I came closer, I could see that he had brought the calico cat, perched on his shoulder.

"Welcome, Master," I said, doing the ful bow in spite of the thin layer of ice on the road under my knees. I gave the stable boys a stern sideways look, and they ran back up to the castle, doubtless eager to tel the rest of the staff about the meeting between the old and new wizards.

"Greetings, young whippersnapper," he said in what was for him a cordial tone. "Getting too high and mighty in the castle to come see me much anymore, huh?"

"I've been busy al fal ," I said. "I'm delighted to see you. We'l have plenty of time to talk while you're here." Although I did not mention it immediately, the principal topic on which I had to talk to him was the north tower. He would certainly find out very quickly that his magic locks were gone. Although he would have to admit, once I had told him about the stranger, that I had not been personal y responsible, he would stil certainly feel it had somehow been my fault for letting supernatural influences into the castle in the first place. He had told me unequivocal y that there had been no supernatural powers in Yurt in his day, and although I didn't actual y believe this, he might think it was true.

"I notice no one thought of sending a horse for me," he said, leaning on his staff going up the hil . "Just because I'm a wizard, no one remembers that I'm also an old man, and walking for miles in the winter is not easy."

I had already noticed that his white hair was windblown beneath his hat, in spite of the stil air, and had concluded that he had flown most of the way, only setting down on the ground once he was within view of the castle. I decided not to mention this.

The constable and his wife met us at the bridge, with kind greetings to which the old wizard responded primarily with snorts, although I knew him wel enough to see that he was actual y extremely pleased to be remembered so fondly. "Let me show you the guest room we've prepared for you," said the constable, leading the way toward the rooms beyond the south tower.

"Perhaps I could have a word with you now, Master?" I said, hurrying beside him. It would be much better if I could tel him about the empty tower before rather than after he found out for himself.

"Later, young wizard, later," he said. "An old man gets tired after walking for miles, and I have to prepare for some real y spectacular il usions over dessert. You probably haven't been able to equal anything of mine, have you?"

Since this didn't seem to cal for an answer I didn't give one. Here, at the furthest point in the castle from the north tower, he would not accidental y notice the missing magic locks.

Perhaps I could wait and tel him after dinner. My only fear was that he would slip out of his room to check them himself as soon as I was gone.

He turned on some of his own magic lamps in his room and closed the door behind him. As I was wondering whether I should leave him alone or knock in a few minutes, there was the sound of horses' hooves, jingling bridles, and voices cal ing from the gate. The rest of our guests had arrived.

The two counts and the duchess had apparently met on the road, and they al arrived together. For several minutes, there was a jumble of greetings, laughter, people running to and fro, and the constable taking the guests and their parties to the rooms prepared for them. The king and queen came out into the courtyard to welcome them. I stayed out of the way, wandering over to the north tower and its door locked only with a bolt, not with magic. I stayed there for half an hour while it grew darker and colder, but the old wizard never came.

After half an hour, I heard the brass choir start playing Christmas carols and knew that dinner would shortly be served. The secret of the tower was safe for now from the old wizard. I hurried to the great hal to be formal y introduced to the counts.

One of the counts was fairly old, about the king's age, and his wife was a round and smiling middle-aged woman who looked as I had original y expected the queen to look. Their sons, they told me, were off adventuring in the eastern kingdoms and had not been able to come home for Christmas.

The other count was young, probably my age, and had come into his inheritance just last winter. He had beautiful alabaster skin, wavy chestnut hair (about the color mine would be if I hadn't dyed it grey), and gold rings on every long finger. Looking at me imperiously from wide-spaced brown eyes, he had the look of mystery and authority I had always hoped I projected but knew I did not.

I did the ful bow to him as I had already done to the old count and his wife and to the duchess. The latter had actual y put on a dress in honor of Christmas Eve. It was a lovely dark wine color that suited her wel , but it was also exactly the same shade as what the queen was wearing, even though the two dresses were styled very differently. I noticed the cousins looking at each other sideways with little flarings of the nostrils. The duchess looked at me, however, with a smal and somewhat ironical smile, as though interested in seeing my reaction to the counts.

"So you have a new wizard," said the young count to the king in what I was pleased to note was a high and rather nasal voice. "I myself would never have one. I'd been hoping that when your old one retired you'd have the sense not to get another."

Since I had just finished bowing to him, and my predecessor was standing only ten feet away, this struck me as unusual y rude, even for a member of the aristocracy, but he kept on talking about us as though we weren't there. "My father kept a wizard--or he
said
he was a wizard, someone I think my father had picked up at a carnival somewhere--but as soon as I inherited, I sent him packing right away, you can be sure."

"We've always been very happy with our wizards," said the king stiffly.

"Is there anything in particular you object to about wizards?" asked my predecessor with a calmness that he was having trouble maintaining.

"Everything about them is so, wel , on the surface!" said the young count, waving his beautiful white hands. "Once you've seen an il usion or two, you have nothing left but vague talk about the powers of darkness and light, which someone like me sees through at once."

"I think you're underestimating real wizardry," continued my predecessor, with an evenness of tone I admired.

"You're the wizard who used to be here, aren't you? My father told me about your il usions over dessert, back when he used to visit the king. But real y, when you go beyond il usions, what do you have?"

I turned him into a frog.

There was total, horrified silence in the great hal as everyone stopped breathing. The only sound was the crackling of the great logs in the fireplace. Where the young count had stood a minute ago, a large green bul frog squatted on the flagstones, looking up at us with human eyes. The eyes seemed confused and rather alarmed.

The frog's wide, pale throat pumped with its breathing. It took one hop toward me, then paused to look around again.

The old wizard's cat broke the silence with a hiss. Immediately there was a babble of voices. The wizard took the cat firmly in his arms. "Hold on," I said cheerful y. "I'l have him turned back into a count in just a minute. I've been working on transformations al day, so this shouldn't give me any trouble. I chose a frog because frogs, who metamorphose natural y during their lifetimes, are very easy subjects for the magic of transformation."

No one seemed particularly interested in this insight into wizardry. They had al stepped backwards and were looking at me in trepidation.

But it did indeed take only a few seconds for me to return him to himself, once I had decided he had been a frog long enough to respect wizards more in the future. But as I said the words to restore him, I also added a few words to create an il usion of pale green color on his alabaster skin. It would fade shortly, but I thought it would be a healthy reminder of the powers of wizardry. If I had done this wel in the transformation practical, there never would have been a question about Zahlfast passing me.

The count, restored, stared at me with eyes that seemed much more appropriate in a human's face than they had in a frog's, but he said nothing.

"Wel ," said the king in in his best jol y voice. "I can see the after-dinner entertainment has already begun, but shal we eat before we have any more? I know the cook has been busy today!"

The brass players had stopped playing to stare down from their greenery-hung balcony, but they quickly resumed as we al went toward the tables. Several extra tables had had to be set up, al glittering with the best silver and crystal.

As we jostled and found our places, I discovered the chaplain at my elbow. "Are you sure this wanton meddling with God's creation does not endanger your soul?" he said into my ear.

I laughed and shook my head. I personal y thought the young count's soul might be improved by a wholesome lesson in humility, but decided not to mention this. I was suddenly very hungry.

V

I noticed at dinner that no one talked to me as freely as they normal y did, not even the Lady Maria, who was, as usual, seated at my right hand, though one advantage of having guests was that Dominic had been positioned at a different table. Being freed from having to provide entertaining conversation gave me more attention to pay to one of the cook's finest efforts.

By the time the mince pie was brought in, I was so ful that I found I could only take two pieces.

When everyone was down to about half a piece of pie, from which they periodical y extracted a raisin or a flaky piece of crust to munch with a sip of tea, the king said, "Wel , Wizard! " to my predecessor. "Are you going to provide us some entertainments like you used to?" I noticed that the servants who had been taking empty dishes down to the kitchen had al returned to the seats at their table.

The wizard nodded, giving a rather smug smile. "I think I might be able to provide something to while away a few minutes."

He rose, leaving the calico cat sitting on his chair with its tail wrapped tidily around its paws. From his pocket the wizard took a dozen gold rings and arranged them careful y in front of the fire.

I realized what he was doing. Complicated il usions might take up to an hour or more to create, but it was possible to perform most of the spel , stopping short of the end, and then tie that spel to an object, where it would last a day or so. An unfinished spel would start to fade after that time, but if one did one's il usions fairly soon, one would have the advantage of being able to perform something highly spectacular with only a few words of the Hidden Language. The object to which the unfinished spel was attached could be almost anything, but the wizard's rings certainly added a nice touch. I never did il usions that way myself, except for once for a class exercise, always being too impatient.

The old wizard picked up the first ring, held it toward the company, and said a few quick words. Immediately a light green sapling sprang up from the flagstone floor. It grew and grew, reaching branches now covered with pale pink blossoms toward the ceiling. For a second there was even a whiff of rose petals. I determined to ask him to teach me how to do that at the next possible opportunity; they had never taught us how to do il usory scents in the City.

Now the blossoms were changing, becoming long green leaves, as the tree was gently buffeted by a summer breeze, and for a second the hal was fil ed not with the smel of evergreen but with the scent of new-mown hay. Then the leaves darkened, became crimson and blood-red, and fel in silent showers, accompanied by a dark, woodsy smel of wood and earth. But the branches were not bare, for now white stars glistened in their branches. As the smel of the Christmas tree again returned, the stars cascaded to the earth, and the whole tree quietly dissolved.

The company had been watching silently, except for a few murmurs of "Oooh," or "Ohh," from the ladies. But now loud applause burst out. I glanced toward the young count and saw that even he was applauding with great assiduousness. I was glad I was not going to try to match il usions with the old wizard.