Calling on Dragons (26 page)

“Oh, that only happens outside the Enchanted Forest,” Cimorene said, then frowned. “At least, I'm fairly sure that's what Telemain meant when he explained. Inside the Enchanted Forest, the sword does different things.”

“Well, I'm not giving it the chance to do them to me,” Morwen said. “If you want to be certain the wizards won't catch us checking, I'll send one of the cats.”

“That should work. Not too often.”

“No, we wouldn't want to lead the Society of Wizards right to it.” Morwen shook her head. “I don't like it any more than Kazul does, but it sounds as if it will work. As far as it goes.”

“As far as it goes? What do you think I've forgotten?”

“The Society of Wizards put up that shield spell. What if they decide to pull it down in a year or two and take over the castle? We can't keep a guard on it for the next sixteen or twenty years. Not an effective one, anyway.”

“Speak for yourself,” Kazul said. “Sixteen or twenty years of guarding a castle is nothing to a dragon.”

“And Kazul and Telemain have already solved that problem anyway,” Cimorene said. “You must not have come by the castle, or you'd have seen it.”

“Seen what?” said Morwen.

“The second shield spell, the one the dragons put up.” Cimorene's eyes sparked. “Telemain analyzed the wizards' shield spell, and then Kazul got all the dragons to duplicate it. It works the same way the Society's spell does: only the people who put it up can take it down.”

Morwen pursed her lips. “So we can't get at the castle because of the wizards' spell, and the wizards can't get at their spell because of the dragons' spell. You do seem to have thought of everything.”

“Thank you,” said Kazul. “Now convince Cimorene that she'll be safe in the Mountains of Morning with the rest of us, and we'll be all set.”

“I don't think I can do that,” Morwen said. “In the first place, Cimorene is stubborn as a pig when she wants to be, and in the second place, she's right. As soon as the Society of Wizards figures out she's not in the Enchanted Forest, they'll look for her with dragons. And they're sneaky enough to find her, and that would ruin everything.” She sighed. “When do you intend to leave, Cimorene?”

“This afternoon, as soon as I hide this.” Cimorene picked up the sword. “It's a pity I can't put it in a sheath, but Telemain says that with Mendanbar . . . unavailable, a sheath would obstruct some of the sword's spells that interfere with wizards.”

“Would you like some help?” Morwen said.

“It can't hurt. Kazul, will you watch Daystar for an hour or two?”

“I suppose so. Since you seem determined.”

“Good.” Cimorene patted the dragon's shoulder. “And thank you. Bye, Daystar.”

As she bent forward to kiss him, the flash of light on the blade of the sword caught the child's attention, and he reached for it with both hands. “Ah-ah-ah!” he demanded.

“No, Daystar,” Cimorene replied gently. “Not now. This is for later, when you're older.”

“Ah-ah-
ah!
” said Daystar emphatically.

“When you're older,” Cimorene said again. “Come on, Morwen, let's get started.” Together they walked through the trees to find a place to hide the sword against the time when Daystar would be old enough to use it.

M
OTHER TAUGHT ME
to be polite to dragons. Particularly polite, I mean; she taught me to be ordinary polite to everyone. Well, it makes sense. With all the enchanted princesses and disguised wizards and transformed kings and so on wandering around, you never know
whom
you might be talking to. But dragons are a special case.

Not that I ever actually talked to one until after I left home. Even at the edge of the Enchanted Forest, dragons aren't exactly common. The principle is what matters, though:
Always
be polite to a dragon. It's harder than it sounds. Dragon etiquette is incredibly complicated, and if you make a mistake, the dragon eats you. Fortunately, I was well trained.

Dragon etiquette wasn't the only thing Mother taught me. Reading and writing are unusual skills for a poor boy, but I learned them. Music, too, and fighting. Don't ask me where Mother learned to use a sword. Until I was thirteen, I didn't know we had one in the house. I even learned a little magic. Mother wasn't exactly pleased; but growing up on the edge of the Enchanted Forest, I had to know some things.

Mother is tall—about two inches taller than I am—and slender, and very impressive when she wants to be. Her hair is black, like mine, but much longer. Most of the time she wears it in two braids wound around and around her head, but when she really wants to impress someone she lets it hang straight to her feet. A lot of the disguised princes who stopped at our cottage on their way in to the Enchanted Forest thought Mother was a sorceress. You can't really blame them. Who else would live at the edge of a place like that?

Sometimes I thought they were right. Mother always knew what directions to give them, even if they didn't tell her what they were looking for. I never saw her do any real magic, though, until the day the wizard came.

I knew right away that he was a wizard. Not because of his brown beard or his blue-and-brown silk robes—although no one but a wizard can walk around in blue-and-brown silk robes for very long without getting really dusty. It wasn't even his staff. I knew he was a wizard because he had the same
feel
of magic that the unicorns and griffins have when you catch a glimpse of them, farther on in the forest.

I was surprised to see him because we didn't get too many wizards. Well, actually, we'd never gotten any. Mother said that most of them preferred to go in to the forest through the Gates of Mist and Pearl at the top of the Crystal Falls, or through the Caves of Fire and Night if they could manage it. The few that went in to the forest in other ways never stopped at our cottage.

This
wizard was unusual. He turned off the road and walked right past me without saying anything, straight up to our cottage. Then he banged on the door with the head of his staff. The door splintered and fell apart.

I decided that I didn't like him.

Mother was cooking rabbit stew in the big black pot over the chimney fire. She didn't even look up when the door fell in. The wizard stood there for a minute, and I sneaked a little closer so I could see better. He was frowning, and I got the impression he wasn't used to being ignored. Mother kept stirring the stew.

“Well, Cimorene, I have found you,” the wizard said at last.

“It took you long enough,” Mother said without turning. “You're getting slow.”

“You know why I am here.”

Mother shrugged. “You're sixteen years too late. I told you, you're getting slow.”

“Ha! I can take the sword now, and the boy as well. There is nothing you can do to stop me this time,” the wizard said. I could tell he was trying to sound menacing, but he didn't do a very good job.

Mother finally turned around. I took one look at her face and backed up a couple of steps. She looked at the wizard for a minute and started to smile. “Nothing, Antorell? Are you sure?”

The wizard laughed and raised his staff. I backed up some more. I mean, I wanted to see what was going on, but I'm not
stupid.
He paused a moment—for effect, I think—and Mother pointed at him.

“Argelfraster,” she said, and he started to melt.

“No! Not
again!
” he screamed. He shrank pretty quickly—all but his head, which was shouting nearly the whole time. “I'll get you, Cimorene! I'll be back! You can't stop me! I'll—”

Then his head collapsed and there was nothing left but a little puddle of brown goo and his staff.

I stared at the puddle. All I could think was,
I never knew Mother could do that.
Mother let me stand there for a while before she told me to clean it up.

“Don't touch the staff,” she said. “And don't forget to wash your hands before you come to dinner.”

I went to get a bucket. When I came back, the staff was gone and Mother was stirring the stew as if nothing had happened. She didn't mention the wizard again until the next morning.

I was out by the remains of our door, trying to fix it. I didn't think my chances were very good. I picked up the hammer, and as I looked around for nails I saw Mother walk out of the Enchanted Forest. I was so surprised I dropped the hammer and nearly smashed my foot. Mother never went into the Enchanted Forest. Never. Then I saw the sword she was carrying, and if I'd still been holding the hammer, I'd have dropped it again.

Even from a distance, I could tell it wasn't an ordinary sword. It was about the same size and shape as the one I practiced with, but it shone too brightly and looked too sharp to be ordinary. Mother brought it over to me and set it down on top of the boards I'd been working on. “Don't touch it,” she said, and went into the house.

I had a hard time following Mother's instructions. The more I looked at the sword, the more I wanted to pick it up and try a few of the passes Mother had taught me. It was such a beautiful weapon! Just looking at it made me shiver. But Mother always had good reasons for the things she told me to do, so I waited.

I didn't have to wait long. She came back almost immediately, carrying a sword belt and a sheath that I'd never seen before. They were old—so old that the leather had turned nearly gray—and very, very plain. I was disappointed; the sword deserved something more impressive.

Mother went straight to the sword and put it in the sheath. She relaxed a little then, as if she'd been worried about something. Mother almost never worried. I started wondering just what that weapon did. I didn't have much time to think about it, though. As soon as she had sheathed the sword, Mother turned and gave me her You're-not-much-but-you'll-have-to-do look.
I
started to worry.

Mother picked up the sword belt. “This is for you, Daystar.” I reached for it, but she shook her head. “No, I'll do it this first time. Hold still.”

She bent down and buckled the belt around my waist, then hung the sheathed sword on the belt. I felt a little strange letting her do all that, and my elbows kept getting in the way.

Finally she straightened up. “Now, Daystar, I have a few things to tell you before you leave.”

“Leave?” I was shocked. Mother had never mentioned leaving before. It occurred to me that she'd said “you,” not “we.” I swallowed hard. “By myself?”

“Of course. You're sixteen; it's time you left, and I'm certainly not coming with you. Now pay attention.” She gave me one of her sharp looks.

I paid attention.

“You have a sword, and you know as much as I can safely teach you. I don't want to see you back here again until you can explain to me why you had to leave. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

Mother went on, “Start with the Enchanted Forest. One way or another, things will happen more quickly there. Don't lose your sword, and don't draw it unless you need to use it. Oh, and watch out for Antorell. It'll take him a couple of days to get himself back together and find out where I put his staff, but once he does he'll try to make trouble again. All right?”

“But you haven't explained anything!” I blurted. “Why did that wizard come here yesterday, anyway? Why should he want to make trouble for me? And if he's so dangerous, why are you sending me—”

“Daystar!”

I stopped in midsentence.

Mother glared at me. “What happened to the manners I've tried to teach you?”

“I—I'm sorry, Mother,” I said. “I was upset.”

“Being upset is no excuse,” Mother said sternly. “If you're going to be rude, do it for a reason and get something from it.”

I nodded.

Mother smiled. “I know it's hard, and it's rather short notice, but this will probably be the best chance we get. I can't waste it just to give you time to get used to the idea of leaving home. Besides, if I tell you too much now, it could ruin everything. You'll just have to work things out for yourself.”

I was more confused than ever, but I could see Mother wasn't going to tell me anything else. She looked at me for another moment, then bit her lip as if she wanted to say something and couldn't. Abruptly, she turned and walked away. At the door of the cottage, she stopped and looked back. “Good luck, Daystar. And stop wasting time. You don't have much of it.” Before I could say anything, she disappeared inside.

I started off toward the Enchanted Forest. Mother's advice was always good. Besides, I was afraid she'd melt me or something if I hung around very long.

I didn't bother to follow the road. It isn't particularly useful, anyway—it disappears as soon as you cross into the forest. Or at least, it usually does. At any rate, I wanted to start with the section of the Enchanted Forest that I knew.