Mage Quest - Wizard of Yurt 3 (9 page)

“Others have also suggested,” said Arnulf, “that the Pearl would only aid its owner as long as that owner acted from the purest of motives. We have so little information. But the story one hears most often is that this flawless pearl did have a flaw. It would always aid the people who held it, sometimes for a year, sometimes for five centuries. But sooner or later its powers would fail, only to be revived in the hands of someone new.

I leaned back in my chair and shivered in spite of the fire’s warmth. Something out of the old magic created long, long before modern wizardry had begun to shape and channel the forces of magic with reliable and reproducible spels, something carrying both enormous powers and a fatal flaw ....

“Solomon himself,” Arnulf continued, “in al his wisdom, is said to have locked up the Pearl late in his life and refused to touch it again. For centuries after it was first stolen, the story goes, it kept appearing and disappearing around the East. From Babylon, it was taken deep into the inner desert by nomads. It was stolen and stolen again a hundred times and every time it was stolen its flaw was revealed sooner. For a century, the governor of the imperial city of Xantium held it and his city flourished beyond al others in power and in wealth. But then it was lost again, until it reappeared in the hands of the Prophet’s nephew—

brought to him, I have heard, by an Ifrit. And the People of the Prophet flourished in might, and the caliphs held the Pearl for two hundred years.

“But after two centuries, either the Pearl began again to reveal its flaw or the very desire for its power drove men mad, for fratricidal wars broke out among al the People of the Prophet. And it was then that the last of the caliphs renounced both its power and its perils by sending the Ifriti to hide it deep in the sea.” Arnulf fel silent. For several minutes we thought our own thoughts until a log settled in the fireplace with a sharp crack. I looked toward Ascelin. I was stil wondering if any of the magic I knew would be at al useful, but he looked as though he had reached some sort of decision.

Hugo spoke first. “But what is the connection of the Pearl with you and Father Joachim and things disappearing into thin air?” Arnulf looked uncomfortable. I wondered if what he was about to tel us was a lie. “It’s the caravans,” he said after a brief pause, “not just mine, but many of the luxury merchants’. Stories are running wild throughout the East that whoever found the Black Pearl is trying to smuggle it into the western kingdoms. Al of us, therefore, have had to put on extra guards.” The story was not just running through the East, I thought. It had already reached the lord of the red sandstone castle.

“We could understand it if our caravans were just being attacked by bandits—bandits have been a feature of the luxury trade as long as it has existed. Silks, spices, saints’ relics from Xantium—we al have to deal with them. Why, just last fal, when I wasn’t more than a week’s ride from here, I was set upon by bandits, though the knights with me fought them off successfuly.

“But my caravans, at any rate, haven’t merely been attacked. I’ve had repeated messages from my agents in the East and there seems no obvious answer. Several of my caravans, four of them as of last month, have simply disappeared.”

He paused again; when he continued it was so quietly we had to lean forward to hear him. “Men and animals were left standing, but the wagons and goods were gone. They said there was an abrupt rush of air and then my caravans were gone without a scrap remaining. Only,” and his voice dropped even lower, “only there was always a sign dug into the hard sand and stone of the road. The sign of the cross.”

“Ifriti,” said Ascelin into the ensuing silence.

Amulf shook his head. “I don’t think so. Ifriti could certainly carry off a caravan without a trace, but they would not mark where they had been with a Christian cross. I’m not sure the Ifriti recognize the power of God at al and, if so, they probably folow the Prophet. That’s why,” flicking his eyes toward Joachim, “I’d hoped my brother the priest would have some ideas.” None of us had any ideas, or any ideas we wanted to tel Arnulf. But Ascelin, back in our chambers later that evening, seemed convinced he knew what had happened.

“He’s got Solomons Pearl here in this house,” he said, low and intense. We were al gathered together in his room—al of us except, again, Joachim.

“Can you sense it, Wizard?” asked King Haimeric.

I tried for a moment, then shook my head. “I don’t find any indication of a magical object here in the house, but that might not mean anything. Any natural object with a spel attached to it is stil a natural object and the spel itself is hard to recognize unless it’s actualy active.”

“If he’s got it,” said Dominic, who had been very quiet al evening, “then he’s hoping to get the might of the Church to help him keep it.” Ascelin nodded, a quick motion with his chin. “That’s why they suddenly asked back the brother they virtualy threw out al those years before.”

“Wait a minute,” I protested. “I don’t think they threw him out. They may have quarreled over business ethics, but Joachim decided he wanted to be a priest. He and his brother write each other fairly regularly, even if he hasn’t been here since he went off to seminary.”

“They disagreed on more than the ethics of the luxury trade,” said the king slowly, “but our chaplain stil left of his own wil.”

“What do you mean?’ I asked. Joachim had stil not said anything to me to explain his long absence from home.

“It’s the Lady Claudia, of course,” said the king with a smile. “Didn’t any of the rest of you notice it?”

I looked at him in amazement. I had certainly not mentioned finding her singing to the chaplain.

“Notice what?” asked Dominic.

The king looked at him affectionately. “You’ve lived almost al your life in the royal castle of Yurt, since you were four years old, and I don’t think you ever noticed anything there, either.”

“What are you talking about, sire?’ said the royal nephew, just avoiding sounding rude.

“Wel, I’ve never told the queen, either,” said the king with a distant look, “and I must say it hasn’t been much on my mind in the years since I married her, but you might as wel know. Dominic, I spent most of my life in love with your mother.”

This was the same shock to Dominic it was to everyone else. “But—she never suggested—”

“I don’t think she ever knew,” said Haimeric with a reminiscent smile. “It won’t hurt to tel you now. But didn’t you ever wonder why the king of Yurt grew to be an old man without marrying?’

“I was your heir,” said Dominic warily, as though awaiting much worse revelations.

“Of course, and a good heir you were. You were my own dear brothers boy, as wel as hers, and I loved you as though you were my own. But I couldn’t bear to marry anyone else while your mother was stil alive. After your father was kiled fighting in the eastern kingdoms—saying he had to make his own fortune, which I never have understood, when he knew he always had a home in Yurt—and you and she came to live in the royal castle, I couldn’t think of loving someone else. Your father sent al those jewels back to Yurt when he died, of course, but al she wanted was him.” He paused briefly and smiled. “I’m not surprised at that. I’m sure you’ve heard since you were little, Dominic, about your father: that he was the handsomest man in three kingdoms, the bravest warrior, the staunchest friend. Al of it’s true.”

He then hesitated again, while Dominic uneasily twisted the ruby ring on his finger. “You probably didn’t realize this,” King Haimeric went on, “but your mother was a lovely woman. Not as beautiful as the queen, of course, but lovely and vibrant al the same. Even after she died, I don’t think I would have considered marrying if I hadn’t met the queen.” And I thought I had known my king. I felt as though a piece of ordinary flooring had been puled up to reveal a whole busy world beneath. But I felt reticent to ask him more and, if we were al in danger from King Solomon’s Pearl, we didn’t have time. “What does this have to do with Arnulf and his caravans?”

“It explains,” said the king, with the same reminiscent look, “that Ascelin and his hunting instincts may be picking up something quite different from imminent peril. He may only be picking up unrequited love.” I felt a sudden conviction that King Haimeric had known al along that I was in love with the queen. If so, he had never said anything and I was certainly not going to be the first to mention it. She, at any rate, I was quite sure had never had any idea.

“You’re good friends with the chaplain, Wizard,” the king said. “Hasn’t he ever mentioned the Lady Claudia to you?”

“Not even once,” I said slowly. “But—but I think you may have it backwards. He didn’t go into the seminary loving her and he didn’t come back here stil in love with her. If anything, she was in love with him.”

“Come on,” said Ascelin impatiently. “It doesn’t matter who’s in love with whom.” Quite a comment, I thought, for someone who missed his own wife so badly. “We have to plan how to get away from here before we’re seized by the fatal spel of the Pearl.”

“Wait a minute,” interrupted Hugo. “I doubt he has it here. But don’t you think this Pearl must have something to do with the disappearance of my father?”

“It must,” I said, thinking rapidly. “Sir Hugo and al his party vanished abruptly, as abruptly as those caravans. Unless they were al Kiled by bandits—and I shouldn’t think they would be, so close to the Holy Land and accompanied by a competent wizard—this sounds like the same sort of disappearance. Somebody in the East has mastered an Ifrit and is using it to capture anyone or anything he thinks may have the Black Pearl.”

“So if Arnulf does have the Pearl here already,” said Hugo, “no one else realizes it. And whoever’s got the Ifrit is continuing to look for it.”

“How do you master an Ifrit, Wizard?” asked Dominic.

I was certainly not the person to ask, but I didn’t want to say so. “It’s very hard,” I said, “and requires spels very unlike anything we normaly use in the western kingdoms.” Fortunately Dominic did not press me for details.

“Whether Arnulf already has the Pearl here and wants us to help him keep it,” put in the king, “or whether he, like probably every other merchant in the East, is wondering who does have it and how he can stop his caravans from being attacked in the meantime, he certainly wants us as his friends. I don’t think we need fear him, Ascelin.” The tal prince looked dubious but nodded. “I stil think we should stay watchful.”

We al jumped when a sharp rap came on the door. It opened to reveal Arnulf and Joachim.

“I just wanted to make sure you were al set for the evening,” said the lord of the manor with a smile. “Al having a last bedtime conversation, eh?” He must have suspected we were discussing his affairs, but he was too polite to say so. He did have more tact, I thought, than the chaplain—probably good for business. “There’s a bel in the hal you can ring if you need anything. Sleep wel!” As the brothers left, I wondered, as I had this afternoon, if Arnulf had sent his wife to attempt to seduce Joachim. So far I didn’t think it was working, but I very much wanted to know if he had.

In the morning, while Ascelin went to the stables to see if he could speed up the reshoeing of our horses, I went in search of the chaplain. I found him near the garden, playing voleybal with Arnulf s children.

I had never seen Joachim play voleybal before; for that matter, though he often talked with Prince Paul and Gwennie on topics beyond their lessons and took them on walks through the countryside, I couldn’t recal him doing anything I would have caled playing. But now he and his niece were matched against the two boys, using a low, child-sized net over which he towered.

“Al right, we’re al tied evenly,” he said to them, laughing, when I came up. He straightened out bis vestments. “Lets stop there and give your uncle a chance to catch his breath. Yes, yes, we can play again this afternoon.”

As he and I walked into the garden and sat down on the bench where Claudia had played the lute the afternoon before, he said, “I’m glad we were able to come. I wouldn’t want to miss my niece and nephews.”

I looked at him sideways. Any worry or concern he might have had about coming home after so long seemed gone. He looked only happy and relaxed. He also made no attempt to explain or justify the Lady Claudia’s singing, which I would have felt compeled to do in the circumstances.

“Why did your brother realy want to see you?” I asked. The flower-scented air was warm and a bird sang from a nearby branch.

“He told you last night,” said Joachim, looking out across the landscape. He didn’t sound very concerned. “He’d hoped I’d have an idea of who or what might be responsible for his disappearing caravans, and of course, he hadn’t dared say anything specific to me in a message that might be intercepted I’m afraid I have no ideas that could help him. Now he’s asked me to keep alert for any clues while we’re in the East.”

“Has the Lady Claudia asked you again to transact business for the firm while we’re in Xantium?”

“No,” said Joachim in surprise. He turned his dark eyes on me. This whole situation seems, I must say, more like a problem for a wizard than a priest.”

“I don’t understand it, either,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “It sounds as though two separate people, at least one of them Christian, have mastered Ifriti: one whose Ifrit recovered the Black Pearl for him from the deepest rift of the sea, and the other who’s using his Ifrit to seize merchant caravans in search of it.”

“How do you master an Ifrit?” asked Joachim, just as Dominic had.

Joachim I trusted. “I haven’t the slightest idea.”

The chaplain did not pursue the topic. In a moment he began humming softly the same tune, I realized, that Claudia had sung the day before.

“Ascelin thinks your brother has the Pearl here,” I said abruptly.

Joachim smiled. “That seems unlikely. If it realy does have the power to make its owner prosper, he wouldn’t be losing al those caravans.” I didn’t like the thought of our going into an East where at least one, if not two, Ifriti were making travelers disappear; I also didn’t have much faith in Joachim’s brother, but I couldn’t say either of these things—or ask the chaplain if Claudia realy was trying to seduce him. Instead I asked, ‘If Arnulf just wanted a priest’s opinion, didn’t he have a closer one to ask?” This made Joachim look distressed as none of my other questions had. “Not one he knows and trusts. He hasn’t kept a chaplain since he’s been married.”