Craig Shaw Gardner A Malady of Magicks ONE " 'A wizard is only as good as his spells,' people will often say. It is telling, however, that this statement is only made by people who have never been wizards themselves. Those of us who have chosen to pursue a sorcerous career know that a knowledge of spells is only one small facet of the successful magician. Equally vital are a quick wit, a soothing tongue, and, perhaps most important, a thorough knowledge of back alleys, underground passageways, and particularly dense patches of forest, for those times when the spell you knew so well doesn 't quite work after all." --THE TEACHINGS OF EBENEZUM, Volume I The day was quietly beautiful, perhaps too much so. For the first time in a week, 1 allowed myself to forget my problems and think only of Alea. Alea! My afternoon beauty. 1 had only learned her name on the last day we were together, before she went on 1 2 to, as she called them, "better things." But as surely as she had left me, 1 knew that we might be reunited. In Vushta, anything might happen. The wizard sneezed. I woke from my reverie, instantly alert. My master, the wizard Ebenezum, greatest mage in all the Western Kingdoms, had sneezed. It could only mean one thing. There was sorcery in the air! Ebenezum waved for me to follow him, his stately and ornate wizard's robes flapping as he ran. We headed immediately for a nearby copse of trees. A hoarse scream erupted from the bushes across the clearing. "Death to the wizard!" The spear embedded itself in the tree some three feet above my head. Half a dozen warriors ran screaming from the undergrowth, blood cries on their lips. They had painted themselves with dark pigments for a particularly fierce appearance, and they carried great swords as long as their arms. The spear seemed to have a few primitive charms painted on it. Oh, so that was all it was. Just another assassination attempt. In a way, I was disappointed. For a moment, I had thought it might be something serious. So it began again. By this time, I must admit these assassination things had grown quite tiresome. All thoughts of my afternoon beauty had fled from my mind. As boringly regular as these attacks had become, it would still not do to become too lax in our response. I looked to my master. The wizard Ebenezum, one of the most learned men upon this huge continent we now traversed, nodded briskly and held his nose. 3 I placed my hands in the basic third conjuring position. Taking a deep breath, I stepped from concealment. "Halt, villains!" I cried. The warriors did nothing to acknowledge my warning, instead bounding across the field toward me with redoubled fury. Their leader's tangled blond hair bounced as he ran, a mobile bird's nest above his brow. He hurled another spear, almost tripping with the effort. His aim was not very good. I quickly wove a magic pattern with my hands. During the last few days of our headlong flight, Ebenezum had taken what few rest periods we could manage to teach me some basic sign magic. It was all quite simple, really. After you had mastered a few easy gestures, earth, air, fire, and water were yours to command. Still, I didn't want to try anything too difficult for my first solo endeavor. Another spear whistled through the air, almost impaling the leader of the warrior band from the rear. The leader yelped and stopped his headlong charge. He was close enough that I could see the anger in his pale blue eyes. Infuriated, he spun to lecture his men on appropriate spear-throwing technique. Ebenezum waved from the trees for me to get on with it. It would be a simple spell, then. I decided I would move the earth with my magic and create a yawning pit in which our pursuers would be trapped. I began making the proper movements with my elbows and left leg, at the same time whistling the first four bars of "The Happy Woodcutter's Song." The warriors screamed as one and ran toward me with even greater speed. I hurried my spell as well, hopping once, skipping twice, scratching my head, 4 and whistling those four bars again. The sky suddenly grew dark. My magic was working! I pulled my left ear repeatedly, blowing my nose in rhythmic bursts. A great mass of orange dropped from the heavens. I paused in my gyrations. What had I done? A layer of orange and yellow covered the field and the warriors. And the layer was moving. It took me a moment to discern the layer's true nature. Butterflies! Somehow, I had conjured millions of them. They flew wildly about the field, doing their best to get away from the warriors. The warriors, in turn, sputtered and choked and waved their arms feverishly about, doing their best to get away from the butterflies. I had made a mistake somewhere in my spell; that much was obvious. Luckily, the resulting butterfly multitude was enough of a diversion to give me time to correct my error. I reviewed my movements. I had spent hours perfecting my elbow flaps. The hop, the skips, the scratch, everything seemed in its place. Unless I was supposed to lift my right leg rather than my left? Of course! How stupid of me! 1 immediately set out to repeat the spell and correct my mistake. The warriors seemed to have won free of the butterflies at last. Breathing heavily, some leaning on their swords, they gave a ragged yell and staggered forward. I finished my humming and started to blow my nose. The sky grew dark again. The warriors paused in their hesitant charge and looked aloft with some trepidation. This time it rained fish. Dead fish. The warriors left with what speed they could 5 muster, slipping and sliding through a field now covered with crushed butterflies and thousands of dead haddock. I decided it was time for us to leave as well. From the smell now rising from the field, the haddock had been dead for quite some time. "Excellent, apprentice!" My master emerged from his place of concealment among the trees. He still held his nose. "And I had not yet taught you the raining creatures spell. You show a real talent for improvisation. Though how you managed a rain of butterflies and dead fish is beyond me." He shook his head and chuckled to himself. "One could almost imagine you were whistling 'The Happy Woodcutter's Song.'" We both laughed at the foolishness of that thought and rapidly left the area. I decided I needed to hone my sorcerous skills just a bit before our next encounter, which probably wouldn't be all that long from now. King Urfoo simply wouldn't give up. A bloodcurdling scream came from far overhead. I looked up in the trees to see a figure, dressed all in green, plummeting in our general direction. The wizard and 1 watched the man fall some ten feet in front of us, knocking himself unconscious in the process. Ebenezum and I stepped gingerly around the fallen assassin. Surely another of King Urfoo's minions, incredibly bloodthirsty, and incredibly inept. Urfoo, it seemed, had offered a reward for our death or capture. That alone was enough to attract certain mercenaries. But Urfoo was the cheapest of cheap tyrants, keeping his purse strings tied in a double knot and giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "tight-fisted." The reward for our demise was not all that large, and none of it was payable in advance. 6 Certain mercenaries, by and large, lost interest when they became familiar with the terms. This left only the foolish, the desperate, and the desperately foolish to pursue us. Which they did. In droves. I looked down at my worn shoes and torn tunic, aware of every noise in the forest around me, careful of every movement I might see out of the corner of my eye. Who would have thought that I, a poor farm boy from the Western Kingdoms, would find himself in circumstances such as these? What would I have done, on that day when I was first apprenticed to Ebenezum, had 1 known I would leave the peace and security of a small, rural village, destined to wander through strange kingdoms and stranger adventures? Who would think that I might one day even be forced to visit Vushta, the city of a thousand forbidden delights, and somehow have the courage to face every single one? I looked to my master, the great wizard Ebenezum, boldly marching by my side, his fine tunic, tastefully inlaid with silver moons and stars, now slightly soiled; his long white hair and beard a tad matted about the edges; his aristocratic nose the merest bit stuffed from his affliction. Who would have thought, on that summer's day a few months ago, that we would come to this? "Wuntvor!" my master called. I considered making a hasty retreat. "No, no, Wuntvor. Come here, please!" Ebenezum smiled and waved. It must be worse than I thought. I had only been apprenticed to the wizard for a few weeks then and, frankly, didn't care much for the 7 job. My new master hardly spoke to me at all and certainly made no attempt to explain all the strange things going on around me. That is, until he became angry with me for something I'd done. Then there seemed to be no end to his wizardly rage. And now the gruff wizard was smiling. And waving. And calling my name. I didn't like this situation at all. Why had I become a wizard's apprentice in the first place? Then I remembered that 1 had a reason now. A very special reason. Just that morning I had been in the forest, some distance from the house, collecting firewood for use in the magician's never-ending assortment of spells. I had looked up from my gathering, and she had been standing there! "You seem to have lost your firewood." Her voice was lower than I expected from so slender a girl, and huskier as well. She formed each word with a pair of perfect lips. I looked down to the pile of wood at my feet. One look at her long-haired splendor, and my arms had gone limp. "Yes, I have," was all I could think to say. "Whom do you gather it for?" she asked. 1 nodded toward the cabin, just visible through the trees. "The wizard." "The wizard?" Her lips parted to show a smile that would make the angels sing. "You work for a wizard?" I nodded. "I am his apprentice." Her finely etched brows rose in pleased surprise. "An apprentice? I must say, that's much more interesting than most of what goes on hereabouts." She flashed me a final smile. "We will have to see each other again," she whispered, and was gone. 8 I thought on that at the door to the master's study. She wanted to see me again. And simply because I was a magician's apprentice! Ebenezum called my name once more. My afternoon beauty! It was a good thing to be magician's apprentice, after all! I took a deep breath and entered the magician's study. "Over here, Wuntvor." My master pulled forward a stool for me. "I will show you how to construct a spell." That smile showed again, curling through the space between his mustache and his long white beard. "A very special spell." The wizard's robes swirled as he turned. The stars and the moons embroidered on the cloth danced in the candlelight. Ebenezum pushed his cap to a jaunty angle and walked over to an immense oak table that was almost entirely covered by a huge, open book. "Most spells," the wizard began, "are quite mundane. Plying one's trade in a rural clime such as this, any wizard, even one as experienced as myself, finds most of his or her time occupied with increased crop yield spells, and removing curses from sheep and the like. Now, why anyone would want to curse a sheep is beyond my comprehension"--the wizard paused to glance in his book--"but a job is a job and a fee is a fee. And that, Wuntvor, is the first law of wizardry." Ebenezum picked up one of two long white candles that sat at either side of the table. He placed it in the only clear spot on the study's floor. The candlelight illuminated a star, sketched in the dirt. "The second law is to always stay one step ahead of the competition," he continued. "As I was saying, you'll soon tire of crop and curse spells. As far as I'm 9 concerned, you're not a full-fledged wizard until they really bore you. But in your spare time--ah, Wuntvor, that's when you'll find the opportunity for your wizardry to shine!" I watched my master with mute fascination. He moved quickly about his study, turning here, kneeling there, fetching a book or a gnarled root or some strange, sorcerous device. I could half imagine his wanderings set to music, like some mysterious dance to herald the coming magic. The whole thing was something of a revelation; like cracking open a piece of slate to find the speckled blue of a robin's egg. "And now we begin." My master's eyes seemed to sparkle in the reflected candle flame. "When this spell is finished, I shall know the exact position, disposition, and probably future direction of every tax collector in the realm!" So this is what my master did in his spare time. I imagined there was some greater scheme to the spell that he had just described that I did not yet see, but I judged it a bad time to ask for explanations. My master pulled back his sleeves with a flourish. "Now we begin!" He hesitated at the edge of the markings. "But my enthusiasm carries me away. Wuntvor, something seems to be on your mind. Did you have a question?" So I told him about the bucket. I mean well, but my hands do not always do exactly what my mind intends. Growing pains, my mother always called them. On perhaps in this case, the thought of the girl I had encountered in the woods. At any rate, 1 dropped the bucket, without the rope, into the well. 10 What could I do? I stared dumbly at the length of rope I had wanted to tie around the handle. I should never have set the bucket on the well's edge. I looked down into the well but couldn't see a thing in the gloom. I kicked the side of the well. If only, somehow, the rope could magically tie itself to the bucket, everything would be fine. And then I realized that the rope could magically tie itself to the bucket. So 1 ran to the wizard's study to ask for help. That is, if he wasn't too busy. "Oh, 1 think I can fit it in," the wizard replied. "You do sometimes have a problem with your hands, Wuntvor. Not to mention your feet, your height, and a few other things. Still, with luck, you should grow out of it." Ebenezum pulled at his beard. "There's a lesson to be learned here, Wuntvor. If you intend to be a wizard, you must consider your every action carefully. Every action, from the smallest to the largest, might somehow affect your performance of magic, and thus your fortunes and possibly your life. Now let's fetch the bucket and get on with things." I stood to lead my master to the well. But instead of walking to the door, the wizard took a half step back and raised his arms. His low voice murmured a dozen syllables. Something bumped against my knee. It was the bucket. "Now--" the wizard began just before he yelled in surprise. "What the--" He leapt forward and turned to face whatever had upset him. It was smoke, or so it seemed at first; a particularly vile-smelling cloud of bluish gray that hung over the star drawn in the dirt. It swirled about furiously, growing until it almost looked like a human shape. 11 The wizard pointed to the ground. There was a smudge across the markings on the floor where the mystically propelled bucket had passed. "The pentagram!" Ebenezum cried. "I've broken the pentagram!" He grabbed a small knife from the table and knelt by the side of the star. He placed the knife against what remained of the line and used it to redraw the markings up to the point where he was stopped by a huge blue foot. The foot was attached to an even larger body; a body made of almost nothing but spikes, talons, and horns. "A demon! "I cried. The thing opened its mouth. Its voice was as deep as an earthquake. "Sound the charge and ring the bells," it said. "You have freed me from the Nether-hells!" Ebenezum's lips curled behind his mustache. "Even worse, Wuntvor. 'Tis a rhyming demon!" The giant blue thing took a step toward the candlelight. As it approached the illumination, I could make out what in charity might be described as facial features: a knife slash for a mouth, above that a pair of hairy nostrils, and a couple of eyes too small and evil to even be called beady. The thing spoke again: "Alas, you humans are out of luck, For now you face the demon Guxx!" "Luck and Guxx?" Ebenezum's face became even more distraught. "That's not even a proper rhyme!" Guxx the demon displayed its dark and pointed claws. "I'm somewhat new at the poetry game. But 12 you'll soon be dead all the same!" Ebenezum glanced at me. "See what I mean? The meter's all wrong." The wizard pulled at his beard. "Or maybe it's the creature's delivery." "You try to confuse me with your words!" the demon cried. "But Guxx will shorten you by a third!" The demon's claws shot out with lightning speed, straight for the wizard's neck. But Ebenezum was every bit as fast as the creature, and the claws only grazed his magician's cap. "You're getting too complex," the wizard remarked as he pulled back his sleeves. Ebenezum liked both arms free to the elbows for maximum conjuring. "You'd be better to stick to simpler rhymes." The demon paused in its attack, a deep rumble in its throat. "Perhaps," it said, and coughed into one of its enormous palms. "Guxx Unfufadoo is my name, And killing wizards is my game!" Ebenezum's hands made a complex series of movements in the air as he spoke half a dozen syllables that I didn't understand. The demon roared. It was surrounded by a silver cage. "You think to stop me with your silver!" Guxx screamed. "But I'll break free and eat your--" It paused. "No. That doesn't work. What rhymes with silver?" "Orange," the wizard suggested. "I'll teach you this demon to mock! A few more rhymes, and I'll break this lock!" The creature stared at its cage. The bars shook without it even touching them. 13 "This demon could be a bit of a problem," Ebenezum said. "Come, Wuntvor. I will teach you a quick lesson in banishment." "Guxx will win, this demon knows! For with every rhyme my power grows!" "Yes, yes. Bear with us for a moment, won't you? That's a good demon." Ebenezum glanced over one of the dozens of bookshelves that cluttered the room. "Ah. The very tome." He extracted a thin brown volume from the upper shelf. 312 More Easy Banishment Spells was stamped in gold on the cover. "Now, as I remember it..." Ebenezum paused as he leafed through the book. "In a case such as this, Wuntvor, it is important that you find just the right spell. Saves messy cleanup afterward. Ah, here's the very one!" "Don't talk of spells, don't talk of mess, for seconds from now Guxx will bring your death!" the hideous creature cried. "If your power grows with that rhyme," Ebenezum remarked, "there is no justice in the cosmos." The wizard cleared his throat. "At least no poetic justice." "You make awful jokes at my expense, But from Guxx's claws you'll have no defense!" With that, the demon's arms burst through the sides of the silver cage. "Back, Wuntvor!" the wizard cried. The demon was on top of Ebenezum. It had moved 14 faster than my eyes could follow it. Razor claws whistled as they descended on the wizard. My master was in dire peril. I had to do something! I jumped for the thing's back. Guxx shrugged, and I was tossed aside. Ebenezum shouted something, and the demon was thrown across the room. The wizard staggered to his feet. His right sleeve was torn. The arm beneath was bright with blood. " 'Twill soon be finished, come now, make haste! A wizard's blood is to my taste!" The demon smiled. Ebenezum grabbed a box from the shelf behind him. He tossed the contents at the approaching Guxx. Yellow powder filled the air. And the world slowed down. Guxx was no longer a blur. You could see the demon's every movement now as its heavily muscled form strained against whatever the yellow powder had done. I could feel the effects as well. Sitting on the edge of the conflict, it took an eternity to turn my head or blink my eyes. Ebenezum still seemed to be moving at normal speed. His voice cried a tuneless song, and his hands wove swirling patterns upward, ever upward, like two birds seeking the sun. The demon was moving faster. Its slow progress had become a walk. Small points of light appeared above the wizard's hands; dancing light that described fantastic shapes as it circled the upper reaches of the room. The demon flicked aside the great oak table. Its 15 movement was as fast as any man's. The wizard snapped his fingers, and light flew at the demon's head. The demon cried in pain, its claws splayed out at the open air. "Death is coming, wizard!" it screamed. Then, a moment later, as if an afterthought: "I'll cut out your gizzard!" "Gizzard?" The wizard reached for something in his sleeve. "Well, I suppose it's more appropriate than blizzard." The demon leapt for the mage. And Ebenezum had pulled a short sword from the folds of his cloak. So it would come to hand-to-hand combat. But the demon was clearly stronger than the wizard. There had to be some way I could help! I stood and almost tripped over the bucket. If only I had a sword as well! Dagger met claws. And the claws were sheared in half. Guxx screamed with a rage that shook the floor beneath me. The creature darted away from the wizard and swatted the air with its blunted talons. Holding the dagger before him, Ebenezum stepped toward the demon. What was my master doing? He had virtually walked into the demon's arms. Guxx's still-taloned hand was behind the wizard now, aimed for the back of Ebenezum's head. 1 had to do something. So I threw the bucket. Bucket met talons, and the claws sliced through the wood as if it were paper. But Ebenezum whirled about as the bucket split. Dagger met claws again, and Guxx had lost all its weapons. Or so I thought before the demon opened its mouth. There were two rows of sharpened spikes where the creature's teeth should be. 16 It was a frightening sight. The mage backed away from the fiend's gaping maw, but Guxx was faster. The demon's deadly incisors caught Ebenezum's beard. The wizard tried to call out a spell, but his words dribbled away as he choked in the demon's foul breath, so close to his own. Although the demon's mouth was largely occupied by beard, the corners of the fiend's lips appeared to smile. But only for an instant, for Guxx, too, must have realized the flaw in its demonic plan. By capturing the wizard's beard, and contaminating the mage's air with its own exhalations, Guxx had put an end to Ebenezum's magicks. But since the demon's own mouth was filled with wizard hair, Guxx could not utter that final, devastating poem that would make it a victor of this sorcerous contest. The demon furrowed its immense brow, causing its incredibly tiny eyes to appear even tinier. The combatants had reached a stalemate. But Ebenezum could not hold his own for long. Guxx's demon breath prevented not only the wizard's speech, but cut off the mage's supply of wholesome air. Ebenezum was rapidly turning a color not unlike a robin's egg, or certain pebbles I have found at river bottom. It was not a hue that particularly suited him. If I did not act quickly, Guxx would win by default. I looked about for a weapon, but all I could see were the broken bucket and a half dozen sheared claws. The claws! What better way to defeat a demon? I grabbed a pair of the deadly daggers, one for each hand. The claws were the length of my longest finger. 17 "Take that, fiend!" I cried, plunging them toward the demon's rib cage. The claws bounced from Guxx's stonelike skin. The demon made a deep sound, like rocks dropped down a well. After a second's hesitation, I realized it was laughter. So it would be harder than I thought. But I must save my master! I struck again, with redoubled force. The claws made a scratching sound this time as they slid across the demon's hide. Guxx laughed even louder. He couldn't control the laughter; tears ran out of his pinpoint eyes. Ebenezum pulled back at the fiend's mirth and managed to free a small portion of his beard. I threw myself at the demon, both claws running up and down its fearsome rib cage. Guxx reared back its head and roared helplessly. Ebenezum was free! The mage shouted something, and the demon seemed to grow smaller. It grabbed at the wizard's robes with the remains of its claws. Ebenezum made a series of passes in the air, and Guxx once again turned to blue smoke, which was sucked in turn back into the pentacle from which it came. The wizard half sat, half fell into the dirt. His beard was matted and ragged. The demon had torn fully half of it away. "Open the windows, Wuntvor," he managed after a minute. "We need to clean the air." I did as 1 was told, and the last bits of the blue cloud vanished with the breeze. That's when the wizard began to sneeze. It was a sneezing fit, really. My master couldn't stop. He lay on the ground, sneezing over and over again. I remembered his remarks about clearing the 18 air. Even with the windows open, the atmosphere in the study was far from wholesome. 1 thought I should get him outside, in the open. Which, with some difficulty, I managed to do. His fit ended almost as soon as we were out in daylight, but it took him a moment to catch his breath. "Never have I had such a fight," he whispered. "I was worried there for a time, Wuntvor." He shook his head. "No matter. It is over now." Unfortunately, Ebenezum was wrong. It was only just beginning. TWO "Reasoned decision is important, and there comes a time in every wizard's life when he must decide what goal he should pursue to give true meaning to his life. Should it be money, or travel, or fame? And what of leisure and the love of women? I myself have studied many of these goals for a number of years, examining their every facet in some detail, so that, when the time comes to make that fateful decision of which I spoke, it will be reasoned in the extreme. " --THE TEACHINGS OF EBENEZUM, Volume XXXI I could no longer bring myself to gather firewood. My world had ended. She hadn't come. I sat for far too long in the sunlit glade where we always met. Perhaps she didn't realize it was noon, she had somehow been delayed, her cool blue eyes and fair blond hair, the way her slim young body moved, the way she laughed, how it felt when she 19 20 touched me. Surely she was on her way. Oh, there had been other women: Aneath, the farmer's daughter; what a child I had been then! And Grisla, daughter of the village tinsmith; nothing more than a passing infatuation. Only now did I know the true meaning of love! But I didn't even know her name! Only her interest in me--a magician's apprentice. She once called magicians the closest thing to play actors she knew in this backwater place. She said she had always admired the stage. And then she laughed, and we kissed, and-- A cold breeze sprang up behind me. A reminder of winter, due all too soon. I gathered what logs and branches I could find and trudged back to my master's cottage. In the distance I heard a sneeze. So my master was studying his tomes again. Or attempting to study them. Spring had turned to summer, and summer threatened to give way to autumn any day, and still his malady lingered. Ebenezum studied his every waking hour, searching for a cure, but all things magical still brought an immediate nasal reaction. In the meantime, he had handled a handful of commissions, working more with his wits than his spells, so that we might continue to eat. And just this morning, he had mentioned something about a new discovery he had made; a magic spell so quick and powerful that his nose would not have time to react. Yet still he sneezed. Had his latest experiment failed as well? Why else would he sneeze? Unless there was something sorcerous in the air. Perhaps there was another reason besides my mood that the world was so dark around me, another reason that she hadn't met me as we'd planned. The 21 bushes moved on my right. Something very large flew across the sun. 1 managed the front door with the firewood still in my arms. I heard the wizard sneeze. Repeatedly. My master stood in the main room, one of his great books spread on the table before him. Smaller books and papers were scattered everywhere, victims of his nasal storm. I hurried to his aid, forgetting, in my haste, the firewood that scattered across the table as I reached for the book. A few miscellaneous pieces fell among the sneezing Ebenezum's robes. I closed the book and glanced apprehensively at the mage. To my surprise, Ebenezum blew his nose on a gold-inlaid, dark blue sleeve and spoke to me in the calmest of tones. "Thank you, 'prentice." He delicately removed a branch from his lap and laid it on the table. "If you would dispose of this in a more appropriate place?" He sighed deep in his throat. "I'm afraid that my affliction is far worse than I imagined. I may even have to call on outside assistance for my cure." I hastened to retrieve the firewood. "Outside assistance?" I inquired discreetly. "We must seek out another magician as great as I," Ebenezum said, his every word heavy with import. "Though to do that, we might have to travel as far as the great city of Vushta." "Vushta?" I replied. "With its pleasure gardens and forbidden palaces? The city of unknown sins that could doom a man for life? That Vushta?" All at once, I felt the lethargy lift from my shoulders. I quickly deposited the wood by the fireplace. "That Vushta." Ebenezum nodded. "With one problem. We have not the funds for traveling, and no prospects for gaining same." 22 As if responding to our plight, a great gust of wind blew against the side of the cottage. The door burst open with a swirl of dirt and leaves, and a short man wearing tattered clothes, face besmirched with grime, staggered in and slammed the door behind him. "Flee! Flee!" the newcomer cried in a quavering voice. "Dragons! Dragons!" With that, his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed on the floor. "1 have found, however," Ebenezum said as he stroked his long white beard, "in my long career as a magician, Wuntvor, if you wait around long enough, something is bound to turn up." With some water on the head and some wine down the gullet, we managed to revive the newcomer. "Flee!" he sputtered as he caught his breath. He glanced about wildly, his pale eyes darting from my master to me to floor to ceiling. He seemed close to my master in age, but there the similarity ceased. Rather than my master's mane of fine white hair, the newcomer was balding, his hair matted and stringy. Instead of the wizard's masterful face, which could convey calm serenity or cosmic anger with the flick of an eyebrow, the other's face was evasive; small nose and chin, a very wrinkled brow, and those eyes, darting blue in his dark, mud-spattered face. "Now, now, good sir," Ebenezum replied in his most reasonable voice, often used to charm young ladies and calm bill collectors. "Why the hurry? You mentioned dragons?" "Dragons!" The man stood somewhat shakily. "Well, at least dragon! One of them has captured GurnishKeep!" "Gurnish Keep?" I queried. 23 "You've seen it," Ebenezum murmured, his cold gray eyes still on our guest. " Tis a small castle on yonder hill at the far side of the woods." Ebenezum snorted in his beard. "Castle? 'Tis really more of a stone hut, but it's the home of our neighbor, the Duke of Gurnish. It's a very small dukedom. For that matter, he's a very small duke." Our visitor was, if anything, even more agitated than before. "I didn't run all the way through Gurnish Forest to hear a discussion of the neighborhood. We must flee!" "Gurnish Forest?" I inquired. "The trees right behind the hut," my master replied. "Surely the duke's idea. Everyone else knows the area as Wizard's Woods." "What do you mean, Wizard's Woods?" the newcomer snapped. "This area is Gurnish Forest. Officially. As Gurnish Keep is an official castle!" "'Tis only a matter of opinion," Ebenezum replied, a smile that could charm both barbadians and maiden aunts once again upon his face. "Haven't we met somewhere before?" "Possibly." The newcomer, who was somewhat shorter than my master's imposing frame, shifted uneasily under the wizard's gaze. "But shouldn't we flee? Dragons, you know." "Come now, man. I wouldn't be a full-fledged wizard if I hadn't dealt with a dragon or two." Ebenezum looked even more closely at the newcomer than he had before. "Say, aren't you the Duke of Gurnish?" "Me?" the smaller man said. His eyes shifted from my master to me and back again. "Well--uh ..." He coughed. "I suppose 1 am." "Well, why didn't you say so? I haven't seen you 24 since you stopped trying to tax me." Ebenezum's smile went to its broadest as he signaled me to get our guest a chair. The duke obviously had money. "Well, this whole situation's a bit awkward," our honored guest said as he stared at the floor. "I'm afraid I feel rather undukish." "Nonsense. A run-in with a dragon can unnerve anyone. Would you like some more wine? A nice fire to warm you?" "No, thank you." The duke lowered his voice even more than before. "Don't you think it would be better if we fled? I mean, dragons. And I've seen other things in the forest. Perhaps if your powers were--" The duke coughed again. "You see, I've heard of your accident." Ebenezum bristled a bit at the last reference, but the smile more or less remained on his face. "Gossip, good duke. Totally blown out of proportion. We'll deal with your dragon in no time." "But the dragon's taken over Gurnish Keep! He's immense, with bright blue and violet scales, twenty-five feet from head to tail. His wings scrape the ceiling of my great hall! And he's invincible. He's captured my castle and beautiful daughter, and defeated my retainer!" Beautiful daughter? My thoughts returned to the girl of my dreams. Where had she gone? What had kept her away? "Only a child!" the duke cried. "No more than seventeen. Fine blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, a lovely, girlish figure. And the dragon will burn her to a crisp if we don't do his bidding!" Blond? Blue? Figure? I had a revelation. "Come now, man," Ebenezum remarked. "Calm 25 down. It's common knowledge that dragons tend to be overdramatic. All the beast's really done so far is to overwhelm one retainer. I assume you still had only one retainer?" She hadn't deserted me! She was only held prisoner! All the time she and 1 had spent together, all those long, warm afternoons. That's why she would tell me nothing of herself! A duke's daughter! The duke glared at my master. "It wouldn't be like that if my subjects paid their taxes!" A duke's daughter. And I would rescue her! There'd be no need for secrecy then. How magnificent our lives would be! A fire lit in Ebenezum's eyes. "Perhaps if certain local royalty were not so concerned with extending the borders of their tiny dukedom ..." The wizard waved his hands and the fire disappeared. "But that's not important. We have a dragon to evict. As 1 see it, the elements here are quite ordinary. Dragon captures castle and maiden. Very little originality. We should be able to handle it tidily." The duke began to object again, but Ebenezum would have none of it. Only one thing affected his nose more than sorcery--money, and the smell of it was obvious in the cottage. My master sent the duke aside while we gathered the paraphernalia together for dragon fighting. When I had packed everything according to my master's instructions, Ebenezum beckoned me into his library. Once in the room, the wizard climbed a small stepladder and, carefully holding his nose, pulled a slim volume from the uppermost shelf. "We may have need of this." His voice sounded strangely hollow, most likely the result of thumb and forefinger pressed into his nose. "In my present con- 26 dition, I can't risk using it. But it should be easy enough for you to master." He descended the ladder and placed the thin, dark volume in my hands. Embossed in gold on the cover were the words How to Speak Dragon. "But we must be off!" Ebenezum exclaimed, clapping my shoulder. "Mustn't keep a client waiting. You may study that book on our rest stops along the way." 1 stuffed the book hurriedly into the paraphernalia-filled pack and shouldered the whole thing, grabbed my walking staff, and followed my master out the door. With my afternoon beauty at the end of my journey, I could manage anything. My master had already grabbed the duke by the collar and propelled him in the proper direction. I followed at Ebenezum's heels as fast as the heavy pack would allow. The wizard, as usual, carried nothing. As he often explained, it kept his hands free for quick conjuring and his mind free for sorcerous conjecture. I noticed a bush move, then another. Rustling like the wind pushed through the leaves, except there was no wind. The forest was as still as when I had waited for my secret love. Still, the bushes moved. Just my imagination, I thought. Like the darkness of the forest. I glanced nervously at the sky, half expecting the sun to disappear again. What was so big that it blotted out the sun? A dragon? But my musings were cut short by a man dressed in bright orange who stood in our path. He peered through an odd instrument on the end of a pole. I glanced at the duke, walking now at my side. He had begun to shiver. 27 The man in orange looked up as we approached. "Good afternoon," he said, the half frown on his face belying his words. "Could you move a little faster? You're blocking the emperor's highway, you know." The duke shook violently. "Highway?" Ebenezum asked, stopping midpath rather than hurrying by the man in orange. "Yes, the new road that the great and good Emperor Flostock the Third has decreed--" "Flee!" the duke cried. "Dragons! Dragons! Flee!" He leapt about, waving his hands before the emperor's representative. "See here!" the orange man snapped. "I'll have none of this. I'm traveling to see the Duke of Gurnish on important business." The duke stopped hopping. "Duke?" he said, pulling his soiled clothing back into place. "Why, I'm the Duke of Gurnish. What can I help you with, my good man?" The man in orange frowned even more deeply. "It's about the upkeep of the road...." "Certainly." The duke glanced back at us. "Perhaps we should go somewhere that we can talk undisturbed." The duke led the man in orange into the underbrush. "They deserve each other," Ebenezum muttered. "But to business." He looked at me solemnly. "A bit about dragons. Dragons are one of the magical subspecies. They exist largely between worlds, partly on Earth and partly in the Netherhells, and never truly belong to either. There are other magical subspecies--" Ebenezum's lecture was interrupted by a commo- 28 tion in the underbrush. Large arms with a thick growth of grayish-brown hair rose and fell above the bushes, accompanied by human screams. "Another subspecies is the troll," Ebenezum remarked. I let my pack slide from my back and firmly grasped my staff. They would eat my true love's father! I had never encountered trolls before, but this was as good a time as any to learn. "Slobber! Slobber!" came from the bushes before us. A rough voice, the sound of a saw biting into hardwood. I assumed it was a troll. "Wait!" another voice screamed. "You can't do this! I'm a representative of the emperor!" "Slobber! Slobber!" answered a chorus of rough voices. "Let's get this over with!" Another voice, high and shaky. The duke? Although the voices were quite close now, it was getting difficult to distinguish individual words. It just sounded like a large amount of screaming, punctuated by cries of "Slobber!" I lifted my staff over my head and ran forward with a scream of my own. I broke into a small clearing, which contained four occupants. One was the duke. The other three were among the ugliest creatures I'd seen in my short life. They were squat and covered with irregular tufts of gray-brown fur, that did nothing to hide the rippling muscles of their barrellike arms and legs. Three pairs of very small red eyes turned to regard me. One of them swallowed something that looked a good deal like an orange-clad foot. The sight of the three hideous creatures completely stopped my forward motion. They studied me in silence. 29 "Oh, hello," I said, breaking into the sinister quiet. "I must have wandered off the path. Excuse me." One of the trolls lumbered toward me on its immensely powerful legs. It was time to leave. I turned and bumped into my master, who was in the midst of making a mystic gesture. "No slobber! No slobber!" the trolls cried, and ran back into the heart of the woods. I picked myself up and helped the wizard regain his feet as well. Ebenezum sneezed for a full three minutes, the result of his actually employing magic. When he caught his breath at last, he wiped his nose on his robe and regarded me evenly. "Wuntvor," he said, all too quietly, "what do you mean by dropping all our valuable equipment and running off, just so you can be swallowed by--" The duke ran between the two of us. "Flee! Flee! Dragons! Trolls! Flee!" "And you!" my master said, his voice rising at last. "I've had enough of your jumping about, screaming hysterical warnings! Why do you worry? You were surrounded by trolls and they didn't touch you. You lead a charmed life!" He grabbed the duke's shoulder with one hand and mine with the other and propelled us back to the trail. "Come," he continued. "We will reach Gurnish Keep before nightfall. There, my assistant and I will deal with this dragon, and you, good duke, will pay us handsomely for our efforts." The wizard deposited us on the trail and walked briskly toward the castle before the duke could reply. "Look!" The duke pulled at my sleeve. There was a break in the trees ahead, affording a clear view of the hill on the wood's far side. There, atop the hill, 30 was Gurnish Keep, a stone building not much larger than Ebenezum's cottage. Smoke poured from the keep's lower windows, and once or twice I thought I saw the yellow-orange flicker of flame. "Dragon," the duke whispered. 1 hurriedly reached into my satchel and pulled out How to Speak Dragon. The time to start learning was now. I opened the book at random and scanned the page. Phrases in common speech filled one side. Opposite these were the same phrases in dragon. I started reading from the top: "Pardon me, but could you please turn your snout?" "Sniz mir heeba-heeba szzz." "Pardon me, but your claw is in my leg." "Sm'z mu sazza grack szzz." "Pardon me, but your barbed tail is waving perilously close..." The whole page was filled with similar phrases. I paused in my reading. It had done nothing to reassure me. Ebenezum shouted at us from far up the trail. 1 slammed the book shut and,ran to follow, dragging the Duke of Gurnish with me. We walked through the remaining forest without further difficulty. The woods ended at the edge of a large hill, called Wizard's Knoll or Mount Gurnish, depending upon whom you spoke with. From there, we could get a clear view of the castle. And the smoke. And the flames. The duke began to jabber again about the dangers ahead but was silenced by a single glance from my master. The wizard's cool gray eyes stared up toward the castle, but somehow beyond it. After a moment, 31 he shook his head and flexed his shoulders beneath his robes. He turned to me. "Wunt," he said. "More occurs here than meets the eye." He glanced again at the duke, who was nervously dancing on a pile of leaves. "Not just a dragon, but three trolls. That's a great deal of supernatural activity for a place as quiet as Wizard's Woods." I expected the duke to object to the wizard's choice of names, but he was strangely quiet. I turned to the pile of leaves. The duke was gone. "Methinks," Ebenezum continued, "some contact has been made with the Netherhells of late. There is a certain instrument in your pack ..." My master went on to describe the instrument and its function. If we set it up at the base of the hill, it would tell us the exact number and variety of creatures from the Netherhells lurking about the district. 1 held up the instrument. My master rubbed his nose. "Keep it at a distance. The device carries substantial residual magic." I put the thing together according to the wizard's instructions and, at his signal, spun the gyroscope that topped it off. "Now, small points of light will appear." Ebenezum sniffled loudly. "You can tell by the color of-" He sneezed mightily, again and again. 1 looked to the device. Should 1 stop it? Ebenezum sneezed to end all sneezes, directly at the instrument. The device fell apart. "By the Netherhells!" Ebenezum exclaimed. "Can 32 I not perform the simplest of spells?" He looked at me, and his face seemed very old. "Put away the apparatus, Wunt. We must use the direct approach. Duke?" I explained that the duke had vanished. "What now?" Ebenezum looked back toward the forest. His cold gray eyes went wide. He blew his nose hastily. "Wunt! Empty the pack!" "What?" I asked, startled by the urgency of my master's voice. Then I looked back to the woods and saw it coming. A wall of black, like some impenetrable cloud, roiling across the forest. But this cloud extended from the sky to the forest floor and left complete blackness behind. It sped across the woods like a living curtain that drew its darkness ever closer. "Someone plays with great forces," Ebenezum said. "Forces he doesn't understand. The pack, Wunt!" 1 dumped the pack's contents on the ground. Ebenezum rifled through them, tossing various arcane tomes and irreplaceable devices out of his way, until he grasped a small box painted a shiny robin's-egg blue. the magician sneezed in triumph. He tossed me the box. "Quick, Wunt!" he called, blowing his nose. "Take the dust within that box and spread it in a line along the hill!" He waved at a rocky ridge on the forest edge as he jogged up the hill and began to sneeze again. I did as my master bid, laying an irregular line of blue powder across the long granite slab. I looked back to the woods. The darkness was very close, 33 engulfing all but the forest's edge, "Run, Wunt!" 1 sprinted up the hill. The wizard cried a few ragged syllables and followed. He tripped as he reached the hilltop and fell into an uncontrollable sneezing fit. I turned back to look at the approaching blackness. The darkly tumbling wall covered all the forest now, and tendrils of the stuff reached out toward the hill like so many grasping hands. But the fog's forward motion had stopped just short of the ragged blue line. There was a breeze at my back. I turned to see Ebenezum, still sneezing but somehow standing. One arm covered his nose, the other reached for the sky. His free hand moved, and the breeze grew to a wind and then a gale, rushing down the hill and pushing the dark back to wherever it had come. After a minute the wind died, but what wisps of fog remained in the forest below soon evaporated beneath the bright afternoon sun. My master sat heavily and gasped for breath, as if all the air had escaped from his lungs. "Lucky," he said after a minute. "Whoever raised the demon fog had a weak will. Otherwise . . ." The magician blew his nose, allowing the rest of the sentence to go unsaid. A figure moved through the woods beneath us. It was the duke. "Too exhausted to fight dragon," Ebenezum continued, still breathing far too hard. "You'll have to doit, Wunt." I swallowed and picked up How to Speak Dragon from the hillside where it lay. I turned to look at Gur-nish Keep, a scant hundred yards across the hilltop. 34 Billows of smoke poured from the windows, occasionally accompanied by licks of flame. And now that we stood close, I could hear a low rumble, underlying all the other sounds in the field in which we stood. A rumble that occasionally grew into a roar. The dragon was going to be everything that I expected. The duke grabbed at my coat sleeve. "Dragon!" he said. "Last chance to get out!" "Time to go in there," Ebenezum said. "Look in the book, Wunt. Perhaps we can talk the dragon out of the castle." He shook the quivering duke from his arm. "And if you, good sir, would be quiet for a moment, we could go about saving your home and daughter. Quite honestly, I feel you have no cause for complaint with the luck you've been having. Most people would not have survived the evil spell that recently took over the woods. How you managed to bumble through the powerful forces at work here is beyond ..." Ebenezum's voice trailed off. He cocked an eyebrow at the duke and stroked his beard in thought. The rumble from the castle grew louder again. I opened the thin volume I held in my sweating palms; I had to save my secret love. 1 flipped frantically from page to page, finally finding a phrase I thought appropriate: "Pardon me, but might we speak to you?" In the loudest voice 1 could manage, I spat out the dragon syllables. "Snzz grah! Subba Ubba Szzz!" A great, deep voice reverberated from within the castle. "Speak the common tongue, would you?" it said. "Besides, I'm afraid I don't have a commode." 35 1 closed the book with a sigh of relief. The dragon spoke human! "Don't trust him!" the duke cried. "Dragons are deceitful!" Ebenezum nodded his head. "Proceed with caution, Wunt. Someone is being deceitful." He turned to the duke. "You!" "Me?" the Gurnish nobleman replied as he backed in my direction. Ebenezum stalked after him. They were squabbling again. But I had no time for petty quarrels. I firmly grasped my staff, ready to confront the dragon and my afternoon beauty. The duke was right behind me now, his courage seemingly returned. "Go forward, wizard!" he cried in a loud voice. "Defeat the dragon! Banish him forever!" "Oh, not a wizard, too!" cried the voice from within the castle. "First I get cooped up in Gurnish Keep, then I have to capture your beautiful daughter, and now a wizard! How dull! Doesn't anyone have any imagination around here?" I came to a great oak door. I nudged it with my foot. It opened easily, and I stepped inside to confront the dragon. It stood on its haunches, regarding me in turn. It was everything the duke had mentioned, and more. Blue and violet scales, twenty-five feet in length, wings that brushed the ceiling. The one oversight in the duke's description appeared to be the large green top hat on the dragon's head. I saw her a second later. She stood in front and slightly to one side of the giant reptile. She was as lovely as I'd ever seen her. "Why, Wuntvor," she said. "What are you doing here?" 36 I cleared my throat and pounded my staff on the worn stone pavement. "I've come to rescue you." "Rescue?" She looked up at the dragon. The dragon rumbled. "So Father's gotten to you, too?" The duke's voice screamed behind me. "I warned you! Now the dragon will burn you all to cinders!" The dragon snorted good-naturedly and turned to regard the ceiling. "The game is up, Duke!" Ebenezum called from the doorway, far enough away so that the dragon's magical odor would not provoke another attack. "Your sorcerous schemes are at an end!" "Yes, Father," my afternoon beauty said. "Don't you think you've gone far enough?" She looked at my master. "Father so much wanted control of the new Trans-Empire Highway, to put toll stations throughout the woods below, that he traded in his best retainer for the services of certain creatures from the Netherhells, which he'd use to frighten off anyone who stood in the way of his plans." She turned and looked at the dragon. "Luckily, one of those creatures was Hubert." "Alea! How could you? Betrayed!" The duke clutched at his heart. "My own daughter!" "Come, Father. What you're doing is dangerous and wrong. Your greed will make a monster of you. I've been worrying what my future was with you and the castle. But now I know." She glanced happily back to the dragon. "Hubert and I have decided to goon the stage." The duke was taken aback. "What?" "Yes, good sir," Hubert the dragon remarked. "I have some small experience in the field and on talk- 37 ing with your daughter, have found that she is just the partner I have been looking for." "Yes, Father. A life on the stage. How much better than sitting around a tiny castle, waiting to be rescued by a clumsy young man." Clumsy? My world reeled around me. Not wishing to be rescued was one thing, considering the situation. But to call me clumsy? 1 lowered my staff and walked toward the door. "Wait!" my secret love cried. I turned quickly. Perhaps she had reconsidered her harsh words. Our long afternoons together still meant something! "You haven't seen our act!" she exclaimed. "Hit it, dragon!" She danced back and forth across the castle floor, the dragon beating time with its tail. They sang together: ' 'Let's raise a flagon For damsel and dragon, The best song and dance team in the whole, wide world. Our audience is clapping, A nd their toes are tapping, For a handsome reptile and a pretty girll'' The dragon blew smoke rings at the end of a line and breathed a bit of fire at the end of a verse. Six more verses followed, more or less the same. Then they stopped singing and began to shuffle back and forth. They talked in rhythm. "Hey, dragon. It's good to have an audience again." 38 "I'll say, damsel. I'm all fired up!" They paused. "How beautiful it is in Gurnish Keep! What more could you ask for, damsel, than this kind of sunny day?" "I don't know, dragon. I could do with a shining knight!" They paused again. "Romance among reptiles can be a weighty problem!" "Why's that, dragon?" "When 1 see a pretty dragoness, it tips my scales!" They launched into song immediately. "Let's raise a flagon For damsel and dragon--'' "I can't stand it anymore!" the Duke of Gurnish cried. "Slabyach! Grimace! Trolls, get them all!" A trapdoor opened in the corner of the castle floor. The trolh> popped out. "Quick, Wunt!" Ebenezum cried. "Out of the way!" But before he could even begin to gesture, he was caught in a sneezing fit. The trolls sauntered toward us. I bopped one on the head with my staff. The staff broke. "Slobber!" exclaimed the troll. "Roohhaarrr!" came from across the room. The dragon stood as well as it was able in the confines of the castle's great hall. It carefully directed a thin lance of flame toward each troll's posterior. "No slobber! No slobber!" the trolls exclaimed, escaping back through the trapdoor. "Thank you," Ebenezum said after blowing his nose. "That was quite nice of you." 39 "Think nothing of it," the dragon replied. "I never sacrifice an audience." "I finally got our good Lord of Gurnish to listen to reason," my master said when we returned to our cottage. "When I mentioned how close to the palace I might be soon, and that I might find myself discussing the region, the duke saw his way to hire me as a consultant." Ebenezum pulled a jangling pouch from his belt. "The duke will now most likely receive clearance to build his tollbooths. Pity he no longer has the money for their construction." "And what of his daughter and the dragon?" 1 asked. "Hubert is flying the two of them to Vushta this very instant. I gave them a letter of introduction to certain acquaintances I have there, and they should find a ready audience." "So you think they're that good?" Ebenezum shook his head vigorously. "They're terrible. But the stage is a funny thing. 1 expect Vushta will love them." "But enough of this." The wizard drew another, smaller pouch from his bag. "Hubert was kind enough to lend me some ground dragon's egg. Seems it's a folk remedy among his species; gives quick, temporary relief. I've never found this particular use for it in any of my tomes, but I've tried everything else. What do I have to lose?" He ground the contents of the pouch into a powder and dropped it in a flagon of wine. "This might even save us a trip to Vushta." He held his nose and lifted the concoction to his lips. My hopes sank as he drank it down. With Alea gone, a 40 trip to Vushta was the only thing I had to look forward to. The wizard opened a magical tome and breathed deeply. He smiled. "It works! No more sneezing!" His stomach growled. "It couldn't be." A strange look stole over the wizard's face. He burped. "It is! No wonder I couldn't find this in any of the tomes! I should have checked the Netherhell Indexl It's fine for dragons, but for humans.. ." He paused to pull a book from the shelf and leaf rapidly through it. He burped again. His face looked very strained as he turned to me. "Neebekenezer's Syndrome of Universal Flatulence!" he whispered. A high, whining sound emerged from his robes. "Quick, Wunt!" he cried. "Remove yourself, if you value your sanity!" I did as 1 was told. Even from my bed beneath the trees, I could hear the whistles, groans, and muffled explosions all night long. THREE "Every sorcerer should explore as much of the world as he can, for travel is enlightening. There are certain circumstances, such as a major spell gone awry, or an influential customer enraged at the size of your fee, where travel becomes more enlightening still." --THE TEACHINGS OF EBENEZUM, Volume V Thus we were forced, at last, to leave our cottage and seek outside assistance. My master realized he could not cure his own affliction--the first time, I think, that the wizard had to face up to such a circumstance. So we traveled to find another mage of sufficient skill and cunning, though we might have to travel to far Vushta, the city of a thousand forbidden delights, before we found another as great as Ebene-zum. The wizard walked before me along the closest thing to a path we could find in these overgrown woods. Every few paces he would pause, so that I, 41 42 burdened with a pack stuffed with arcane and heavy paraphernalia, could catch up with his wizardly strides. He, of course, carried nothing. Still, all was not right with my master. I saw it in his walk--the same long strides he always took, but something was missing: the calm placing of one foot in front of the other, knowing whatever lay in one's path, a wizard could handle it. He walked too swiftly now, anxious to be done with what I imagined he thought the most unsavory of tasks: asking another wizard for aid. It threatened to affect his whole bearing. For the first time in my apprenticeship, 1 worried for my master. The wizard stopped midpath to gaze at the thick growth about us. "I will admit I'm worried, Wunt." He scratched at the thick white hair beneath his sorcerer's cap. "My maps and guidebooks indicated this was a lively area, with much commerce and no dearth of farms and friendly inns. That is the prime reason ! took this route, for though we have cash from our recent exploits, a little more wouldn't hurt in the least." The wizard stared out into the dark wood, his bushy eyebrows knitted in concern. "Frankly, I wonder now about the effectiveness of certain other preparations I made for our journey. You never know what you'll encounter when traveling." There was a great crashing of underbrush to one side of the trail. Branches were rent asunder; leaves rustled and tore away; small forest creatures cried in fright. "Doom!" cried someone from within the thicket. Something large fell between my master and myself. Ebenezum sneezed. There was sorcery in the air! "Doom!" the voice cried again, and the dark 43 brown object that had fallen between us rose again. It was a tremendous club, 1 realized, for attached to the end nearest the thicket was a large hand, in turn attached to an arm that disappeared into the heavy greenery. Ebenezum fell back a few paces along the path and blew his nose on a wizardly sleeve, ready to conjure despite his affliction. The club rose and fell repeatedly to crush the underbrush. A man appeared in the cleared space. He was enormous--well over six feet in height, with a great bronze helmet on his head, topped by ornamental wings that made him look even taller. And he was almost as wide as he was tall, his stomach covered by armor of the same dull bronze. He stepped out to block our path. "Doom!" his deep voice intoned once more. Ebenezum sneezed. There was no helping it. I dropped my pack and grabbed my stout oak staff in both hands. The armored man took a step toward the helplessly sneezing wizard. "Back, villain!" 1 cried in a voice rather higher than I would have liked. Waving the staff above my head, I rushed the fiend. "Doom!" the warrior intoned again. His barbed club met my staff in midair, shearing the sturdy oak in two. "Doom!" The fiend swung once more. 1 ducked to avoid the blow and slipped on a pile of crushed leaves and vines littered beneath my feet. My left foot shot from under me, then my right. I fell into a bronze-plated belly. "Doo--oof!" the warrior cried as he fell. His helmet struck the base of a tree, and he cried no more. "Quick, Wunt!" Ebenezum gasped. "The club!" He tossed a sack at my shoulder. I pushed myself 44 off the armored belly and managed to fit the cloth around the heavy weapon. The wizard let out a sigh and blew his nose. "Enchanted." So it was the club, and not the warrior, that had caused my master's sneezing attack. Ebenezum, once the greatest magician in all the forest country, now brought to this by his sorcerous affliction! The wizard leaned against a nearby tree, his breathing deep and ragged, as if his sneezes had robbed his lungs of air. I looked away until he might recover his breath, idly studying the pile of leaves into which I had fallen. The warrior groaned where he lay. "Quick, Wunt!" Ebenezum called. "Quit dawdling and tie the fellow up. I have a feeling we have much to learn from our rotund assailant." The big man opened his eyes as 1 tightened the final knot on his wrists. "What? I'm still alive? Why haven't you killed and eaten me, the way demons usually do?" "Indeed?" Ebenezum stared down at our captive, his eyes filled with wizardly rage. "And do we look like demons?" The huge man paused. "Now that you mention it, not all that much. But you must be demons! It is my doom to always confront demons, my fate to fight them everywhere I turn, lest I be drawn into the Netherhells myself!" A strange light seemed to come into the large man's eyes, or perhaps it was only the quivering of his massive cheeks. "You could be demons in disguise! Perhaps you wish to torture me--slowly, exquisitely--with a cruelty known only to the Netherhells! Well, let's get it over with!" Ebenezum stared at the quivering warrior for a 45 long moment, pushing his fingers through his great white beard. "I think the best torture would be to leave you talking to yourself. Wunt, if you'll shoulder your pack again?" "Wait!" the stout man cried. "Perhaps I was hasty. You don't act like demons, either. And the way you felled me. A lucky blow to the stomach! You must be human! No demon could be that clumsy. "Come, good fellows, I shall make amends!" He tugged at his hands, bound behind him. "But someone's tied me up!" I assured him it was only a precaution. We thought he might be dangerous. "Dangerous?" That look came into his eyes again, or perhaps it was the way his helmet fell to his eyebrows. "Of course I'm dangerous! I am the dread HendrekofMelifox!" He paused expectantly. "You haven't heard of me?" he asked after neither one of us responded. "Hendrek, who wrested the enchanted warclub Headbasher from the demon Brax, with the promise it would be mine forever? The cursed Headbasher, which drinks the memories of men? It has given me such power, it has become a part of me! I need the club, despite its dread secret!" His sunken eyes turned to the sack that held his weapon. "The demon did not inform me of the terms!" The warrior began to shake again. "No man can truly own Headbasher! They can only rent it! Twice a week, sometimes more, I am confronted by demons making demands. I must slay them, or do their fearsome bidding! For Brax did not tell me that when I won the club, I won it on the installment plan!" By now Hendrek shook uncontrollably, his 46 armor clanking against his corpulent form. "Installment plan?" mused Ebenezum, his interest suddenly aroused. "I had not thought the accountants of the Netherhells so clever." "Aye, clever and more than that! Poor warrior that I am, I despaired of ever finding someone to save me from this curse, 'til I heard a song from a passing minstrel about the deeds of a great magician, Ebenezer!" "Ebenezum," my master corrected. "You've heard of him?" A cloud seemed to pass from before Hendrek's eyes. "Where can I find him? I am penniless, on the edge of madness! He's my last hope!" I glanced at the wizard. Didn't the warrior realize? "But he's--" Ebenezum silenced me with a finger across his lips. "Penniless, did you say? You realize a wizard of his stature must charge dearly for his services. Of course, there is always barter--" "But of course!" Hendrek cried. "You're a magician, too! Perhaps you can help me find him. I ask not only for myself, but for a noble cause--a curse that threatens the entire kingdom, emanating from the treasury of Melifox!" "Treasury?" Ebenezum stood silent for a long moment, then smiled broadly for the first time since we began our journey. "Look no farther, good Hendrek. I am Ebenezum, the wizard of whom you speak. Come, we will free your treasury of whatever curse may have befallen it." "And my doom?" My master waved a hand of sorcerous dismissal. "Of course, of course. Wunt, untie the gentleman." 47 I did as I was told. Hendrek pushed himself erect and lumbered over to his club. "Just leave that in the sack, would you?" Eben-ezum called. "Just a sorcerous precaution." Hendrek nodded and tied the sack to his belt. I reshouldered my pack and walked over to my master. He seemed to have the situation well in hand. Perhaps my concern had been misplaced. "What need have you to worry?" I asked in a low voice. "Minstrels still sing your praises." "Aye," Ebenezum whispered back. "Minstrels will sing anyone's praises for the right fee." The warrior Hendrek led us through the thick underbrush, which, if anything, became more impassable with every step. The late afternoon sun threw long shadows across our paths, making it difficult to see exactly where you placed your feet, which made the going slower still. As we stumbled through the darkening wood, Hendrek related the story of the curse of Krenk, capital city of the kingdom of Melifox, and how demons roamed the city, making it unsafe for human habitation, and how all the land around the capital grew wild and frightening, like the woods we passed through now. How Krenk had two resident wizards, neither of whom had been able to lift the curse, so that, as a last resort, Hendrek had struck a bargain for an enchanted weapon but had failed to read the infernally small print. But then their ruler, the wise and kind King Urfoo the Brave, heard a song from a passing minstrel about a great wizard from the forest country. Hendrek had been sent to find that wizard, at any cost! "Any cost?" Ebenezum echoed. His step had 48 regained the calm dignity I was more familiar with, not even faltering in the bramble patch we were now traversing. "Well," Hendrek replied, "Urfoo has been known to exaggerate slightly on occasion. I'm sure, though, that as you're the last hope of the kingdom, he'll--" Hendrek stopped talking and stared before him. We had reached a solid wall of vegetation, stretching as far as the eye could see and a dozen feet above our heads. "This wasn't here before," Hendrek muttered. He reached out a hand to touch the dense, green wall. A vine snaked out and encircled his wrist. Ebenezum sneezed. "Doom!" Hendrek screamed, and pulled his great club Headbasher from the sack at his belt. Ebenezum sneezed uncontrollably. Hendrek's club slashed at the vine, but the greenery bent with the blow. The whole wall was alive now, a dozen vines and creepers waving in the air. They reached for Hendrek's massive form. His swinging club pushed them back. Ebenezum hid his head in his voluminous robes. Muffled sneezing emerged from within the folds. Something grabbed my ankle: a brown vine, even thicker than those that threatened Hendrek, winding up my leg toward my thigh. 1 panicked and tried to leap away, but I only succeeded in losing my footing. The vine dragged me toward the unnatural wall. Hendrek was there before me, slashing in the midst of the gathered green. His strokes were weaker than before, and he no longer cried out. Vines encircled his form, and it was only the matter of a moment before he was lost to the leafage. I yanked again at the creeper that held me captive. 49 It still held fast, but I caught a glimpse of my master behind me as I was dragged the last few feet to the wall. The vines were all about the wizard, but only pushed at his sorcerous robes, as if the animate vegetation somehow sensed that Ebenezum was a greater threat than either Hendrek or myself. A gnarled tendril crept toward the wizard's sleeve, groping for his exposed hand. Ebenezum flung the robes away from his face and made three complex passes in the air, uttering a dozen syllables before he sneezed again. The tendril at his sleeve grew brown and withered, dissolving into dust. My leg was free! I kicked the dead vine away and stood. Ebenezum blew his nose heartily on his sleeve. Hendrek had collapsed in what had been the vegetable wall. Leaves crackled beneath him as he gasped for air. "Doom!" Hendrek groaned as I helped him to his feet. '"Tis the work of demons, set on exacting vengeance upon me for nonpayment!" Ebenezum shook his head. "Nonsense. 'Twas nothing more than sorcery. A simple vegetable aggression spell, emanating from Krenk, I imagine." He started down the newly cleared path. "Time to be off, lads. Someone, it appears, is expecting us." ! gathered up my gear as quickly as possible and trotted after Ebenezum. Hendrek took up the rear, muttering even more darkly than before. I saw what looked like a city before us on a distant hill, its high walls etched against the sunset sky. We reached the walls sometime after nightfall. Hendrek pounded on the great oak gate. There was no response. 50 "They fear demons," Hendrek said in a low voice. Rather more loudly, he called: "Ho! Let us in! Visitors of importance to the township of Krenk!" "Says who?" A head, clad in an ornate silver helmet, appeared at the top of the wall. "Hendrek!" intoned the warrior. "Who? "the head replied. "The dread Hendrek, famed in song and story!" "The dread who?" The warrior's hand clutched convulsively at the sack that held the club. "Hendrek, famed in song and story, who wrested the doomed club Head-basher--" "Oh, Hendrek!" the head exclaimed. "That large fellow that King Urfoo the Brave sent off on a mission the other day!" "Aye! So open the gates! Don't you recognize me?" "You do bear a passing resemblance. But one can't be too careful these days. You look like Hendrek, but you might be two or three demons, huddled close together." "Doom!" Hendrek cried. "1 must get through the gate, to bring the wizard Ebenezum and his assistant before the king!" "Ebenedum?" The head's voice rose in excitement. "The one the minstrels sing about?" "Ebenezum," my master corrected. "Yes!" Hendrek roared back. "So let us in. There are demons about!" "My problem exactly," the head replied. "The two others could be demons, too. With the three huddled together to masquerade as Hendrek, that would make five demons I'd be letting through the gate. One can't be too careful these days, you know." 51 Hendrek threw his great winged helmet to the ground. "Do you expect us to stand around here all night?" "Not necessarily. You could come back first thing in the mornin--" The head's suggestion was cut short when it was swallowed whole by some large green thing that glowed in the darkness. "Demons!" Hendrek cried. "Doom!" He pulled his warclub from the sack. Ebenezum sneezed violently. Meanwhile,, up on the parapet, a second thing had joined the first. This one glowed bright pink. What appeared to be an eye floating above the circular green glow turned to regard the pink thing, while the eye above the pink turned to look at the green. Something dropped from the middle of