Brittain, C. Dale - Mage Quest  
Copyright  1993 by C. Dale Brittain

PART ONE
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Christmas was over, and everyone was grumpy  that is, everyone except the king.
King Haimeric of Yurt came back inside the castle from the courtyard. He had 
been seeing off the king and queen of the neighboring kingdom who, with their 
family, had spent Christmas with us. King Haimeric had a faint smile on his lips 
and a faraway look in his eyes, as though seeing well beyond the stone walls of 
the great hall. I noted irritably that many of the pine boughs hung on those 
walls had started losing their needles.
"Wizard!" he called to me as he settled himself on his throne before the roaring 
fire and arranged his lap robe. "I've just heard something wonderful."
I pulled up a chair to sit next to him. The royal castle of Yurt had once been a 
defensible castle, a center of wars, but for the last several generations the 
Christmas festivities were about as exciting as we got. Even the time we were 
all attacked by a dragon, just as we finished opening the presents, had been 
nine years ago. I really had eaten too much this last week or two, and the 
weather had been bad enough that none of us had gotten much exercise beyond 
walking to and from meals.
"So what have you heard?" I asked the king, feeling dull but trying my best to 
sound interested.
'The king of Caelrhon was just telling me very exciting news: someone has 
developed a blue rose!"

It was going to be even harder to sound interested than I thought. "But I can 
create a blue rose for you with magic any time you like. I haven't practiced 
wizardry on your rose garden in the past because I assumed you liked doing the 
crosses yourself, but a new color shouldn't be hard."
I hesitated inwardly even while I spoke. An illusory blue rose would certainly 
be easy enough, but the color would shortly fade. I didn't know offhand a spell 
to change something's color permanently, much less to pass that color on to the 
next generation of roses, but I might be able to improvise something.
"Not a magical blue rose," said the king with a wave of his hand, "but a real one."
I considered saying that, always assuming I could do the spells correctly, the 
color on my blue rose would be as "real" as the color on this rose he had heard 
about. But I hated to argue with my king. "I've never seen a blue rose," I said 
instead. It appeared I would be hearing quite a bit whether I wanted to or not 
and I might as well be agreeable about it. "Some of your deep red varieties 
shade into violet, but that's not very close."
"That's right," said King Haimeric, then fell silent, staring into the fire.
I went into a reverie of my own. Maybe I wouldn't have to hear about this rose 
after all. At Christmas one was supposed to feel congeniality and love for one's 
fellow man, but I was instead having to fight against feeling dissatisfied with 
life in such a quiet little kingdom. I was just wondering if there were any 
Christmas cookies left and, if so, if they had all become stale, when the king 
startled me so much that I forgot aH about being grumpy.
"I'm an old man and I've never been on a quest," he said. "I think it's about time."
I was not an old man, in spite of the white beard which I kept hoping, against 
all evidence, gave me an
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air of wizardly wisdom. But I had never been on a quest, either. Perversely, 
when I had just been thinking Yurt was too dull, going away from it suddenly 
seemed too adventurous. The thought of leaving the royal castle, where we were 
comfortable and safe from the sleet, and starting off on some unknown but 
doubtless highly dangerous journey filled me with horror.
But the king said nothing more about a quest, and in the following weeks I 
decided it was just a momentary whim brought on by the mention of die blue rose. 
But the idea kept nagging at the back of my mind. In the nearly ten years I had 
been Royal Wizard of Yurt, King Haimeric had never been gone from the kingdom 
for more than a month or so at a time and, for that matter,
neither had I.
I loved Yurt, but sometimes, unexpectedly, when sitting down to dinner with the 
same people I had sat down to dinner with for ten years or looking out across a 
snowy landscape, a vision came to me unbidden. Sometimes it was a complicated 
vision of exciting experiences and adventures never met at home, but usually it 
was just a scene: riotous red flowers spreading their blooms beneath an intense 
sun; a bazaar where bright colors, foreign voices, and complex spicy odors 
competed for attention; and palm trees swaying by an azure summer sea.
If the king was thinking of going on a quest, then the most horrifying thought 
was that he might go without me.
King Haimeric spent January as he usually spent January. His eyeglasses perched 
on his nose, he went through the rose catalogs that were shipped from the great 
City, studying the sketches of newly developed varieties and the extravagant 
descriptions of their colors and scents. Haimeric loved his rose garden second 
only to the queen and their son  and probably the kingdom of Yurt itself  and 
I suspected his own new varieties were superior to anything the
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City growers could produce. But that had never kept him from studying the 
catalogs assiduously all winter or from sending off orders for new rootstocks as 
soon as the cold weather began to break
"Now this horse," said Prince Paul.
I had been thinking about the king and his roses while standing in the stables, 
but the boys voice brought me back quickly from my thoughts.
"All right," I said. "But remember not to kick or swing your feet. This 
gelding's bigger than the mares, and you don't want to startle it."
It was warm and dusty in the stables, and the snow falling outside seemed very 
far away. I lifted the royal heir slowly straight up with magic, then sideways 
over the wooden gate of the stall. He stretched out his legs, remembering not to 
kick, as I set him down on the geldings broad back. The horse turned its head in 
some surprise to stare at him, but Paul stroked its mane and spoke soothingly. 
At age eight, the boy was already better with horses than I had ever been.
"Ready?" I said, then lifted him slowly up again, over the gate, and back beside 
me.
Paul grinned at me and I grinned back, with the schoolboy feeling of getting 
away with something naughty. Paul was perfectly safe, I knew, and would not fall 
off even the biggest horse as long as my magic held him, but I was still fairly 
sure that, if asked, the queen would not have approved.
"Now this horse," said Paul.
"Wait a minute," I said. "We're not going to proceed through the entire stable, 
putting you on the back of every horse in Yurt."
"Well, you did agree, Wizard," he said, looking at me with calculating green 
eyes, "that riding my pony wasn't going to prepare me for bigger horses."
"That stul doesn't mean I'm going to lift you onto every horse here. Choose one 
more, then we'd better stop."
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Paul walked down the row of stalls, considering. Gwennie, who had observed him 
silently so far, went after him.
They came back together. The chestnut stallion at the far end," said PauL "Then 
I promise not to ask any more."
"But that's your cousin Dominic's stallion. It's the biggest horse we have."
"I know," said Paul. "That's why I chose him. You promised!" he added when I 
hesitated.
Prince Dominic, I was quite sure, would not approve of his young cousin sitting, 
even for a minute and even if very quietly, on his favorite stallion. But if I 
was willing to go along with Paul's game in spite of what the queen might think, 
I was certainly not going to worry about Dominic.
"All right," I said. "But this really is the last one."
Paul, Gwennie, and I went down to the far end of the stables. Several cats came 
to rub against our ankles, and Gwennie picked up and stroked a kitten. Dominic's 
stallion gave us what I would have called a surly look, but when I lifted Paul 
up onto his back he made no movement, though the skin twitched all along his 
neck and side. The stables were very quiet with the only sound that of tearing 
hay as the norse in the adjoining stall pulled off a mouthful.
"Now me," said Gwennie.
"You want to get on the stallion, too?" I asked in surprise. Gwennie, the castle 
cook's daughter, was almost exactly the same age as Paul and would tag after him 
all day if her mother let her, but she had always seemed nervous around horses.
'Tut her up behind me," said Paul. "We can pretend we're galloping across the 
high plains, trying to get there in time to win the treasure."
I hadn't heard the story of the treasure of the high plains before, but Paul was 
always coming up with something new. 'lust be sure you sit very still while 
pretending," I said.
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For a moment, I left Paul to stay on the stallion's back by himself and turned 
my magic to the girl. She was white-faced and sober, but when I hesitated, she 
said, "Come on!" as imperiously as the royal heir. I lifted her slowly and 
gradually, using the words of the Hidden Language to guide her over the stall 
gate and onto the stallion's broad back. I set her down with her legs sticking 
straight out and her face whiter than ever.
The horse shifted uneasily, feeling the sudden increase in weight. Paul kept his 
balance without even thinking about it. Gwennie took a firm grip around his 
waist.
"Don't be so frightened," said Paul, not unkindly. "Now, we have to make it to 
the fortress by sunset or it will be too late. The sun is setting fast! Come on, 
Whirlwind!"
This was not in fact the stallion's name. I wasn't even sure Prince Dominic had 
given it a name. Paul, riding across the high plains on Whirlwind, at least had 
the sense not to dig in his heels.
But Gwennie, wanting to show Paul she was not frightened, suddenly kicked the 
stallion in both flanks and let out a high whoop.
Dominic's stallion jerked hard against his headrope, trying to rear. When the 
rope held him down, he lashed out with his heels against the wall. The wall gave 
a hollow boom, and the stallion kicked again.
Even Paul looked frightened. I held the children tight with magic and lifted 
them together as rapidly as I dared without further startling the stallion. In a 
few seconds, they were out of the stall and back beside me.
I started to say something, to warn Gwennie that it was not a good idea to kick 
a high-strung stallion bred to carry someone who weighed well over two hundred 
pounds. But I looked at her face and realized any warning of my own would be 
superfluous.
"We can continue the story of the treasure of the high plains up in the 
nursery," Paul told her. His own
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color had come back almost immediately, but I was pleased that he showed no 
signs of wanting to continue the story on a horse's back  at least, not yet.
The children were starting toward the stable door hand in hand, and I was trying 
to decide if the stallion, who had stopped kicking and merely gave me another 
surly look, was indeed all right, when the outer door opened, letting in 
daylight, a whirl of snowy air, and the constable.
Paul and Gwennie darted out, Paul giving me a conspiratorial grin over his 
shoulder.
"There you are, Wizard," said the constable. 'The queen said you were with 
Prince Paul. I should have known you'd all be in here with his pony."
We had, in fact, barely looked at Paul's shaggy little pony while in the 
stables. "What is it?"
"You have a telephone call."
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A wizard looked at me from the base of the magic glass telephone. The call was 
from Zahlfast, the head of die transformations faculty at the wizards' school in 
the great City. Even the tiny image of his face looked both irritated and 
worried.
"Have you heard from Evrard?" he asked without preamble.
"Evrard?" I said in surprise. "I haven't talked to him in, what would it be, a 
year now. He was leaving on a trip."
"Well," said Zahlfast, "he hasn't been in touch with the wizards' school since 
he left, so I'd hoped you might know where he was."
Now that I thought about it, it was somewhat strange that I hadn't heard from 
Evrard in so long. Nearly eight years ago, he had briefly served as wizard to 
the duchess of Yurt and, although he had soon
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returned to the City, we had always stayed in at least intermittent contact. "I 
would have thought he'd be back months ago," I said
"So would I," said Zahlfast. "A wizard can normally take care of himself, but on 
a long trip to distant lands anything can happen."
I had always been closer to Zahlfast than to any of my other former teachers at 
the wizards' school, in spite of all that embarrassment with the frogs in his 
transformations practical exam. If he was worried, it was with good reason.
"Evrard told us before he left that he'd try to keep in touch with Yurt. He's 
been serving as wizard for, who is it, your king's cousin?"
"My queen's uncle," I corrected. "Sir Hugo." I paused then, trying to remember 
if the City nobleman in whose elegant household Evrard had been employed for the 
last few years was indeed her uncle or, perhaps, a cousin once removed.
But Zahlfast did not give me time to try to work out the connection. "Well, your 
queens uncle's wife  " He gave up and started over. 'The lady whom Evrard 
served has just contacted us. She said that her husband, with a small retinue 
that included his wizard, have now been gone long enough that she's become very 
worried. He sent her messages fairly frequently when they first left, but for 
some months now she's heard nothing. And when she finally got a message from the 
East today, it wasn't from him but from the governor's office in Xantium. They 
said he'd signed in with them when he came through on his way east, but he's 
never gotten back."
I knew what he was about to say and, thus, why Zahlfast was irritated as well as 
worried. Everyone in the City knew that the school trained its wizards to serve 
mankind, and many people therefore felt that any favor they asked was a fair 
request
"She asked us if we could find her husband. The
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governor's office in Xantium had made it clear that they considered their duty 
done once they notified her he was missing, so she immediately thought of the 
school. Of course I told her we couldn't search for a person hundreds or even 
thousands of miles away, past all the western kingdoms and even the eastern 
kingdoms. The school doesn't even maintain contact with the wizards and mages 
east of the mountains. But we are worried about Evrard."
I was touched. Evrard had never been a particularly good wizard  not even as 
good as me, a comparison from which most wizards would have flinched  but it 
was nice to see that the school was concerned about all its graduates.
"So I'd hoped you might have heard something, that they were fine but had 
decided to stay in a warmer climate until winter was over or something of the 
sort," said Zahlfast. "But if you haven't heard  and I think you're the only 
person outside the household to whom any of them might have written  we may 
have to start trying to trace their movements from the Holy City, the last place 
from which they sent a message home." He snorted. "School-trained wizards 
usually stay in the western kingdoms, and I certainly would have hoped any 
wizard had enough sense not to go on a pilgrimage."
I had forgotten that until he mentioned it. It wasn't just an ordinary trip on 
which the queen's uncle had gone. It had been a pilgrimage to the Holy Land.
"A wizard has to go along wherever his employer needs him," I said.
"I know, I know," said Zahlfast. "Of course he had to go, but I still don't like 
it. Well, if by some chance you do get a message from Evrard, let us know 
immediately." And he rang off.
I stood by the silent phone for several minutes, tapping my fingers slowly. If 
Zahlfast had thought it worth calling me, he must be more concerned than he
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had wanted to suggest. I wondered if there was something specific he hoped I 
would do, and then began thinking that, regardless of the school's plans, I 
should initiate my own search. Neither Evrard nor I had ever had much respect 
for each other's magic, but I was still better friends with him than with any 
other wizard of my generation.
I could see him before me in my minds eye. He had fox-colored hair, belied by 
guileless blue eyes and a large number of freckles, an excellent sense of humor, 
and a truly charming smile, especially when he had just gotten a spell wrong. I 
had the impression that the queen's uncle was very pleased to have him. I did 
hope he wasn't dead.
The phone abruptly rang and I jumped. The constable put his head around the 
corner, but I had already snatched up the receiver.
But it was not Zahlfast. Instead, it was a servant in livery I did not 
recognize, asking for the queen.
I found her in the great hall with the king, told her she had a call, and sat 
down to wonder what could have happened to Evrard and his employer. They could 
have been knifed for their purses or been left alive but had everything stolen 
so that they had no way to pay for then-passage home. They could have been 
overtaken by an avalanche while crossing the high mountain passes or slipped 
from an icy track into a cleft hundreds of feet below. They could have been 
shipwrecked and drowned. They could have been killed by a lion in the desert. 
They could have died of thirst and heat while wandering lost. Or they could have 
been captured by anyone ranging from a bandit, greedy for ransom, to a bizarre 
magical creature.
By the time one reached the Holy Land, one was far beyond the western kingdoms, 
where generations of wizards had channeled magic into reasonably orderly and 
predictable pathways. Since magic is a natural force, part of the same forces 
that had shaped the
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earth, it should work wherever one was, but away from the western kingdoms it 
might be hard to control or might be channeled in unexpected ways. Pilgrims at 
the holy sites should probably be safe from dragons and nixies, but those sites 
were surrounded by cities, deserts, and seas unlike anything in the west. I 
wasn't sure I trusted Evrard to react well to unexpected new spells or magical 
creatures.
The queen came back into the hall. The smile that normally hovered on the edge 
of her lips was, surprisingly, not there.
She was still worth looking at. With the emerald eyes she had passed on to 
Prince Paul and her midnight hair, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever 
met. Even though she was only half the age of King Haimeric, she was so 
obviously in love with her husband that my intermittent dreams, that she would 
decide to love me too, had never progressed beyond dreams.
She sat down by the king. "That was my aunt in the City," she said. "She's 
worried about my uncle."
I sat up straighter, abruptly paying attention.
"It's been nearly a year since he left on pilgrimage, and months since she's 
heard anything from him. She's frightened and she wanted someone to reassure her 
that he must really be all right. She even said that their wizard told her 
before they left to get in contact with us if she hadn't heard anything for a 
while. I'm afraid I couldn't give her much reassurance. She said she'd already 
talked to the wizards at the school about searching for her husband, but they 
said they couldn't help."
I was watching the queen, not the king. Therefore I was startled when, after a 
brief pause, he suddenly spoke with decision.
"If he's disappeared and no one has heard from him, then the only solution is 
for someone to go after him. I myself shall go."
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The queen took a short, sharp breath, but she did not raise the objections which 
I myself had to bite back.
"I told you earlier this winter about the blue rose," the king continued. 
"According to the rumors  and it was even mentioned in one of my rose catalogs 
 the rose has been successfully grown by an emir south of the Holy Land. I can 
try to find your uncle, try to find the rose, and make a pilgrimage myself. I've 
always wanted to go on a quest."
They had forgotten all about me. The shadows of a winter afternoon darkened the 
great hall, but they did not bother to turn on the lights. The fire on the great 
hearth flickered yellow, but its light reached only a short way into the room. I 
sat in semidarkness, feeling I should not listen to their conversation but shy 
to remind them of my presence by standing up and leaving.
"I'm afraid it's no use trying to talk you into letting me come with you," said 
the queen. It was not quite a question.
"No use at all, my dear. If I don't come back, you'll need to be here to act as 
regent, to make sure Paul grows up to be the excellent king we know he will be."
Til miss you. I don't like to hear you talk about not coming back."
"And I shall miss you." He chuckled quietly. "You visit your parents every 
summer, so I know what it's like to be left behind. But unless I'm dead, you 
know I'll be back."
"I know, but..."
"And I wouldn't go if it were only a quest for the blue rose. If your uncle is 
captured or lost, I may be the only one who can save him. Who else, after all, 
is there for your aunt to ask?"
The queen caught her breath in what just escaped being a sob. But her voice was 
steady. "You're right, as
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always. If even the wizards can't help her, we're her best chance to find him."
"Good," said the king. "I wouldn't have gone if you could not have borne it. But 
I shall tell the court this evening that I'm going."
"I shall miss you, Haimeric," the queen said again. She slipped out of her own 
chair and slid in next to the king on the throne. "I know, I really know, that 
you'll be safe and will come back. But people are changed by travel  they gain 
new perspectives, new ideas. I don't want to be left behind when you think new 
thoughts. I love you just as you are."
There was no chance now that either one would notice me. I rose and tiptoed 
quietly away.
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Before the king could tell the court that evening that he was going on a quest, 
we heard a loud clatter of horses' hooves in the courtyard. The constable jumped 
up from the supper table and hurried out to see who could be arriving at this 
hour. When he returned a few minutes later, it was with the duchess and her tall 
husband.
I should have known. Duchess Diana had a way of turning up unexpectedly. We 
hadn't seen her in months; she had in fact not even been in the kingdom over 
Christmas, being instead with her husband in his principality two hundred miles 
away. I had the odd feeling that she had somehow known the king was about to 
announce his quest.
The duchess and Prince Ascelin pulled off their travel cloaks by the fire and 
stamped the snow from their boots. After they had bowed formally to the king and 
queen, the constable seated them at the main table; the rest of us moved our 
chairs to make them room, and the cook hurried in with extra plates.
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King Haimeric seemed to have reached the same conclusion that I had, that their 
arrival was connected with his quest, but to him it seemed perfectly natural. 
"I'm glad you two are here," he said. "After you've had your supper, I'm going 
to make an announcement."
But Duchess Diana and Prince Ascelin did not seem immediately interested in the 
king's announcement. They ate heartily, asked what had happened recently in the 
kingdom of Yurt, and told us stories of their stay in Ascelin's principality.
It was impossible not to like the duchess. She was some ten years older than her 
cousin the queen, which made her five years older than me. She had probably the 
quickest mind in the kingdom and she enjoyed a good laugh at pretension and 
folly even better than I did.
'The twins are fine," she said in response to a question. The weather was so bad 
today we left them in my castle when we decided to ride up to see you. They're 
growing so fast they may even catch up with you, Paul!" to the royal heir.
The king took no part in the conversation  nor did I. I watched him 
surreptitiously as I finished dessert without tasting it. He looked both excited 
and oddly contented. The queen, on the other hand, sparkled with wit, keeping 
the conversation going constantly, pressing the duchess for details on 
everything from the harvest carnival in Ascelin's principality to what Father 
Noel had brought the twins for Christmas. But I thought I saw a deep pain at the 
back of her emerald eyes and wondered if the king saw it, too.
At last the servants began clearing the tables, and the king gathered the 
knights and ladies around him before the great hearth. The members of the court, 
who had no idea what the king would announce, looked puzzled as he had them 
bring up chairs. I considered creating some magical illusions to help set the 
mood, perhaps palm trees by an azure sea, but
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decided to let King Haimeric make the announcement in his own way.
The fire snapped and flared orange. A king could not go off to face unknown 
dangers without his Royal Wizard, and if he did not realize it then I certainly 
did. He would have to take some knights with him, too, of course. I glanced at 
their faces, wondering which ones. Joachim, the Royal Chaplain, cocked a 
questioning eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head.
"As I said," said the king when he had everyone's attention, "I want to tell you 
all something. I've mentioned to several of you at different times that I would 
like to go on a quest before I die. And now something has happened that indeed 
makes such a quest imperative. The queen's uncle, Sir Hugo, who left on 
pilgrimage a year ago, has disappeared, and with him his wizard and two 
knights."
The court had not heard this. There was a murmur of concern and surprise.
"My quest, then," the king continued, "will be to find him if he is alive, to 
avenge him if he has been killed, to rescue him if he is in danger, and if 
possible to bring him home."
Again there was a surprised murmur. "How are you going to find him?" asked the 
queens aunt, the Lady Maria.
'The only thing to do," said the king, "is to follow the route he took, through 
the western kingdoms, through the eastern kingdoms, to the Holy Land He last 
sent a message to his wife from the pilgrimage sites."
Most of the court were still trying to assimilate the news that their king, who 
rarely left Yurt, was actually planning a long journey. But two people reacted 
at once.
One was Prince Paul, who had been sitting quietly beside his mother. He now 
leaped up with an eager shout. "Oh, please, Father, please, may I come along?"
The other person was the chaplain. At the mention of the Holy Land, Joachim s 
dark eyes caught fire and
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he started to rise from his chair. He stopped himself then, but I could tell 
that the king was no more going on pilgrimage without his Royal Chaplain than 
without his Royal Wizard.
Prince Pauls shout, even though he was immediately overcome with shyness when he 
found everyone looking at him, shook loose reactions from the rest.
"Ascelin and I will come with you, of course," said the duchess. "After all, Sir 
Hugo's wizard was once my own ducal wizard."
"And I'll come!" "And I'll come!" cried all the knights present.
King Haimeric waited until the hubbub died down a bit, then turned first to his 
son. "I would love to have you with me, Paul," he said solemnly. "But this quest 
is too dangerous to risk both the king of Yurt and the royal heir to Yurt. If I 
don't come back, you'll need to be here to take care of your mother and to 
succeed to the throne."
Paul nodded, as solemn as the king. "All right, Father," he said, swallowing 
disappointment with visible effort. "I'll try to be a king you can be proud of." 
He paused. "But when I grow up, I'm going on a quest and no one will stop me 
then!"
King Haimeric smiled at his son and turned to the rest of us. Behind him, I 
could see the queen quietly and thoroughly ripping a lace-trimmed handkerchief 
to pieces.
"I appreciate everyone's willingness to accompany me," said the king. "But I 
can't possibly take you all. We'll have a better chance of finding the queen's 
uncle if we can move quickly and unobtrusively. I'm not even going to travel as 
king of Yurt, but only as a simple pilgrim. I might take two or three of you, 
perhaps...."
There was a new outbreak of voices as all the knights pleaded to be among the 
two or three. The servants had long since given up any pretense of clearing the 
tables and hovered at the edges of the group, listening.
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The king looked genuinely troubled to have to disappoint so many people.
But he made his choices quickly. "You come with me, Dominic," he said. "We've 
been through a lot together over the years, and it seems right that we should 
share this quest."
Prince Dominic was the king's nephew and had been heir apparent until Paul was 
born. He had come to the royal castle of Yurt as a young boy, almost fifty years 
ago, and had been there nearly ever since. Since I planned to be along on this 
quest as well, I would not have picked Dominic. like his stallion, he tended to 
be surly, and I had never been one of his favorites.
But he might be a good person to have along in a tight spot. There was still 
plenty of muscle on him, even if he now had to brush his sandy hair carefully to 
hide the thin spot.
"Thank you, sire," he said gravely, twisting the ruby ring on his second finger. 
"I probably know Sir Hugo better than anyone else here, from that year I lived 
with him in the City. And I am delighted to serve my king."
"And me?" said the duchess, irrepressible.
"No," said the king regretfully. "Not you. I can't take the queen because she 
needs to be here to bring up Prince Paul, and I can't take both you and your 
husband for the same reason. Someone has to bring up those twins of yours, and 
they're quite a handful from everything I hear. If I took die duchess of Yurt, 
then both my counts would hear about it and insist on coming, too. No, my lady, 
I'll take your husband if he's willing, but I can't take you."
The duchess started to frown but stopped herself in time. There was a brief 
pause while everyone remembered that, while the rest of the knights present were 
the king's liege men, Prince Ascelin, the duchess' husband, was prince of his 
own principality as well as duke of Yurt by marriage. He would accompany the 
king as an equal.
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Ascelin rose to his feet. He was by far the tallest man in Yurt, being well over 
seven feet. Another man might have been overshadowed by the force of his wife's 
personality, but Ascelin had always been a formidable person in his own right. 
He bent into the formal bow, trying not to smile. "I shall follow you with 
pleasure, Haimeric," he said in his deep voice.
Good, I thought. Between his height and Dominic's bulk, our group should present 
an imposing enough appearance that no cutthroat would try to sneak up on the 
slightly built king.
King Haimeric looked around the room. 'Two knights," he said thoughtfully, 
"especially warriors like you two princes, should be enough."
"You'll need servants with you, certainly," said the assistant constable 
quickly. Til gladly come with you,
sire.
But the king smiled again and shook his head. Thank you for the offer, but this 
will be a pilgrimage as well as a quest, and we will travel very simply, without 
servants." The assistant constable nodded reluctantly, but the cook, to whom he 
was married, positively beamed.
T shall, of course, ask the Royal Wizard to accompany us," the king added.
That was a relief. When he turned down servants, I was afraid for a moment he 
was going to turn down everyone in his pay. "And the Royal Chaplain," I said 
quickly.
The king looked slightly surprised, then nodded. Years of my company had made 
him used to me speaking up without what the finicky might consider proper 
respect. "Since our trip will take us to the Holy Land, we should certainly have 
our chaplain with us."
The chaplain's eyes were still ablaze, but he replied calmly. 'Thank you. I 
shall ask the bishop to send another priest to serve the castle while I am 
gone."
Tf the chaplain's going," said Prince Paul, trying
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desperately to salvage something, "does that mean I won't have to have any 
lessons until all of you come back?"
"No, you're old enough for a tutor now," said the queen, speaking for the first 
time since the end of dinner. She smiled as she spoke and seemed to have her 
voice well under control.
The king looked around slowly at the assembled court. 'There are five of us, 
then," he said, "a good number for a dangerous mission. We'll start preparations 
at once, and I shall write to other royal courts in the western kingdoms to tell 
them to expect us. We'll leave right after Easter."
But we ended up with six people in our party, not five. Two weeks later, while 
the constable and assistant constable were still making lists of what we needed 
and pulling boxes out of the storeroom, a lone horseman rode up to the castle at 
sunset.
I had been out walking, trying to harden my body enough to be ready for a trip 
of hundreds, indeed thousands of miles. Even the best magic can only do a 
limited amount to compensate for physical weakness. As I walked, I ran through 
spells in my mind, deciding what magic I should review because it might be 
useful in a strange land.
It was so cold that the snow squeaked underfoot. I came back to the castle as 
shadows became deep blue and the sun tinted the western sky crimson.
I paused before the drawbridge, breathing hard and enjoying the view, then 
noticed a figure emerging from the woods below the castle hill. He had a long 
sword slung from the saddle, and his horse was lathered in spite of the cold 
day.
Yurt was so peaceful that normally I would have assumed that it was a friend 
coming to visit. But thinking about people captured by bandits had made me 
uneasy enough that I started putting a paralysis spell together just in case.
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Halfway up the hill, the horseman noticed me. He was silhouetted against the 
sunset so he was only a shape, not a face, but he looked like a young man. He 
swept off his hat and waved with it. "Hello, Wizard!" he called as though he had 
known me all his life.
Even when he reached the top of the hill and pulled up next to me, I did not at 
once recognize him. He had jet-black hair, was dressed in black leather, and had 
a gold hoop in one ear in the latest fashion for young aristocrats. Were it not 
for the friendly smile, he would have appeared intimidating as well as strange. 
And yet there was something oddly familiar about him.
"Hugo!" I cried suddenly as recognition came.
"Glad you remember me," he said with another smile, swinging down from his horse 
and wringing my hand. "You didn't think you'd be able to leave on this trip 
without me, did you?"
Hugo had been a tall and rather gangly youth, learning knighthood in the royal 
court, when I first came to Yurt ten years earlier. He had returned home to his 
family a year or two later, but other than his beard, the earring and increased 
musculature, he looked very much as I remembered. He was related to the king or 
the queen in some way, I recalled. He was  he was the queen's cousin, the son 
of the man who had disappeared.
"I expect the Old Man is sitting on a warm beach somewhere," said Hugo, 
grinning, "surrounded by scantily clad dancing girls. He said he wanted to go on 
pilgrimage to contemplate the state of his soul, but I hear the East can be 
distracting! I can't approve, of course, I'm much too fond of Mother. It's high 
time he came home. But in case he's not all right"  and for a second his 
cheerful mask cracked a fraction  "I'd better do my best to find him."
I accompanied him into the castle, thinking that he would make a good addition 
to our company. As a youth, I remembered, Hugo had had an excellent
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sense of humor. The chaplain still didn't, in spite of years of my trying to 
teach him, and the king had a sweetness of temper that precluded many of my best 
jokes. I had never known Ascelin well enough to joke with him and Dominic was 
out of the question.
These cheerful thoughts reminded me of something much less cheerful. Evrard, 
lost on the same expedition as Hugo's father, had also had an excellent sense of 
humor. And somewhere along the miles of road between here and the Holy Land his 
bones might be lying, bleached white by the same sun that shone on the azure 
sea.
IV
Easter came early that year. Patches of snow still lingered in the woods, 
although buds on the trees gave their branches a slightly fuzzy look against the 
pale sky. On Easter Monday, the last preparations were finally made for our 
expedition to find the elder Sir Hugo, his wizard Evrard, and the knights who 
had accompanied them.
All of us had new gray cloaks with scarlet crosses embroidered on the shoulder. 
Tents, blankets, rope, clothing, food, pots, weapons, armor, maps, shovels, 
boots, water bottles, and the king's spare eyeglasses were all organized and 
packed, so systematically that I wondered if we would dare actually use 
anything. In the morning, all we would need to do would be to strap the packs 
onto our horses. The night before leaving, I asked the chaplain to my chambers 
after dinner for a last glass of wine.
He sat quietly by the fire, long legs stretched out before him. My study was so 
neat, tidied and straightened in preparation for my absence, that I hardly felt 
it was mine anymore. I wondered if I should put a magic lock on the door when I 
left and decided against it. It
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would open only to my own palm print and, if we didn't come back, the queen 
might want these chambers for her new wizard.
"It's strange, Joachim," I said as I poured out the wine. "I'm ready to go, I've 
been eager to go for more than six weeks, yet now that we're about to leave I 
feel a curious reluctance. We're going off into something so different from our 
life here in Yurt, so hard to imagine in advance, that it could almost be death. 
It's as though I won't exist after tomorrow."
He sipped from the glass I handed him and looked at me from deep-set eyes. "I 
will not drink again from the fruit of the vine until I drink it new in my 
father's kingdom," he said. "Is that it?"
That was the problem with having a priest as my best friend. He was always 
saying incomprehensible things. "Maybe," I answered cautiously.
Then I added, "But it's a good thing we're going, because I'm afraid I was on 
the point of going stale. A lot of wizards these days change posts after eight 
or ten years, going back to the school to serve as assistants and guest 
lecturers or moving up to a bigger kingdom that wants an experienced wizard."
"And are you going to move up then, Daimbert?"
The chaplain was the only person in Yurt who used my name rather than calling me 
Wizard; but then I was the only one who called him Joachim rather than Father.
"No, of course not. I like life here in Yurt, and besides, I'm not nearly a 
skillful enough wizard that a bigger kingdom would want me. And the school is 
unlikely to consider me a good person to guide the student wizards."
"I talked to the bishop on the telephone this afternoon," the chaplain said in 
an apparent change of subject. "You'll be pleased to hear that he finally agrees 
with you, that magic telephones use perfectly innocuous magic and involve no 
pacts with the devil."
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"And what else did you and the bishop talk about?" I asked, deciding not to 
comment that the bishop was certainly slow enough to grasp the obvious, 
especially since it was almost a year since his own provost had had a telephone 
installed in the cathedral. I wasn't particularly interested in the bishop, but 
it was better to talk than to sit in silence, feeling the emptiness of the 
unknown voyage before us.
"It really has been easier communicating with the cathedral this last year, 
rather than having to rely on the carrier pigeons," said Joachim, not answering 
my question. I wondered if he and the bishop had discussed some spiritual issue 
which they thought was unsuitable for a wizard's ears.
But after a moment of staring into the fire, Joachim spoke again. "He confirmed 
that the new chaplain will arrive here within the week. It's always hard to get 
one on short notice, but he thought that this young priest would do very well 
here. I'm sorry I won't be able to help him settle into his duties."
The wizards' school would certainly not send out a substitute wizard to Yurt 
while I was gone. For one thing, unlike priests who claimed to show each other 
Christian charity, wizards were well known for fighting all the time and I would 
never have allowed it.
"I shall miss Yurt," added Joachim. His comment didn't seem to have anything to 
do with the bishop, but since it fitted in well with my own mood it seemed 
appropriate.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. The castle was quiet around us. My chambers 
opened directly onto the main courtyard, but no one came or went on this dark, 
damp night.
'The bishop once went to the Holy Land himself," said Joachim as though there 
had been no pause in the conversation. "It must be over forty years ago, when he 
was a young priest. He did the pilgrimage thoroughly, too, starting in the great 
City by the sea and visiting the
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holy sites there and then stopping at most of die shrines on the way. Last week 
he sent me the guidebook he'd used, with the shrines he visited all marked. It 
took him over a year to reach the Holy Land"
I had met the bishop only once. As a wizard, I was always a little skeptical of 
claims of great authority by members of the organized Church, and our brief 
meeting hadn't made me take to him personally. But I knew Joachim thought of the 
bishop almost as a father. I, on the other hand, had lost my parents when small 
and certainly didn't consider the masters of the wizards' school as substitute 
fathers  for one thing, I knew they would have resisted any suggestion that I 
was their son.
"Well, it would be silly for us to go west to the City to start our trip," I 
said absently. "We know Sir Hugo and his parry were fine when they left home. By 
going southeast, we'll be able to pick up the pilgrimage route well along, 
without a lengthy detour." But then something the chaplain had said struck me. 
"Wait a minute. I livedall my life in the City before coming to Yurt. I don't 
remember it having holy sites."
Joachim looked up at me and smiled, something he didn't do very often. "Of 
course it has holy sites, even if a merchant's son and a young wizard never paid 
any attention to them. Christianity began in the Holy Land, but the City was the 
capital of an empire then, and early missionaries tried to establish the true 
faith there as well. Many of them were martyred in early years by imperial 
forces, and the places where their holy bones were laid to rest became shrines 
for the faithful."
"Oh, churches," I said with a shrug. "Of course the City has a lot of churches. 
We couldn't visit every holy shrine in the western and eastern kingdoms anyway. 
It would take much too long to get to the Holy Land and you'd never keep track 
of them all. Besides, Yurt has its own shrine, with the Holy Toe of Saint 
Eusebius the Cranky, if someone just wanted to see a holy site."
Joachim didn't answer. In the black linen of his
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vestments, he almost merged into the shadows of die room. I wondered if he had 
something else on his mind but didn't like to press him. I turned on a few more 
magic lamps to brighten the dark corners and got up to pour more wine.
"It will be good to see my family," the chaplain said unexpectedly as I handed 
him his refilled glass.
"Your family?" Joachim rarely spoke of his family, although I knew he had at 
least one brother. I had the sense from something he had once said that he had 
been supposed to inherit the family business and a certain coolness had crept 
into his relations with his relatives when he decided to become a priest 
instead, but I had never had any details.
"Yes." He glanced at me briefly, then looked away. "My brother has been asking 
me to visit for close to a year now. He says I should really meet his children 
before they grow any bigger, which is true, but I did not feel I could take the 
time away from my duties here. He wrote again this week and asked me to stop and 
see them on our way to the East. They're only a short distance off our route, so 
when I talked to the king about it he said we would all go there. Now I'm trying 
to remember how long it's been since I've seen him."
So that was what had been on Joachim's mind, I thought. I was relieved that he 
had not been worrying about the bishop. The bishop intermittently imagined some 
undue influence on the chaplain from his friendship with a wizard, although as 
far as I could tell, I had never been able to influence Joachim in anything.
"You've seen your brother at least once since I became wizard here," I said. 
"You met him over in the cathedral city of Caelrhon."
"Six years ago," said Joachim with a nod. "But I haven't seen my brother's wife 
since I left home for the seminary, and I've never seen their children at all."
"Is there any particular reason why he wants to see you now?"
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"He didn't say specifically," said Joachim, his dark eyes distant "In his last 
letter he hinted at some problems coming out of the East and affecting the 
family business. For a moment, I even wondered if it might have something to do 
with Sir Hugo's disappearance, but that would be too much of a coincidence. 
After all, almost all luxury trade is connected to the East in some way."
I waited to give him a chance to say something more about his brother. When he 
didn't and silence again stretched long between us, I used his mention of Sir 
Hugo to bring the topic back to the major purpose of our coming quest.
"What do you think can have happened to Sir Hugo's party?" I asked. I myself had 
no good ideas in spite of six weeks of theorizing. Although Zahlfast and the 
other masters of the wizards' school seemed relieved that someone had 
volunteered to go look for Evrard, they also had no ideas.
"Death, illness, imprisonment, loss of money, loss of will to return," said 
Joachim, which seemed to sum up the possibilities. "If they are dead, I am glad 
they were first able to visit the holy sites where Christ's feet trod."
I decided not to respond to this last comment. Instead I said, "It is a perilous 
journey, even now."
"It must always be somewhat tense in the East," the chaplain agreed. 
"Politically, there are a few independent governors still left over from the 
fall of the Empire, then the emirs, and the royal Son of David  and that's only 
the beginning. It must be complicated on a religious level because the Children 
of Abraham and the People of the Prophet also have holy shrines in the Holy 
Land, as well of course, as the Christian shrines."
"Don't they all worship the same God?" I asked. If the organized Church had 
always lacked interest for me, comparative religion held even less.
"There is only one true God," said Joachim dryly.
"I've mostly been thinking about the glamor of the
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East," I said, deciding that now was not the time to learn more comparative 
religion. "All the different peoples and cultures. The spices, the flowers, the 
bazaars  "
"How about the different magic?" the chaplain surprised me by asking.
"Well, there certainly is only one true magic," I said self-righteously. "But 
you've got a point. The mages there work their spells somewhat differently than 
we wizards and there are different magical creatures. The school doesn't even 
teach eastern magic now, although they used to have one wizard who taught it 
forty or fifty years ago. They sent me an old copy of his textbook to take 
along, Melecherius on Eastern Magic." The thick book made a bulge in my neatly 
packed saddlebag.
"I've even heard that one can still see Ifriti east of the Central Sea," I added 
"I hope we can see one. It would be enormously exciting, although it would 
probably be dangerous, too. It seems there may be a lot of dangers before us."
Joachim glanced at me from under his eyebrows. "Otherwise there would be less 
merit in the voyage."
I gave him up. Tomorrow we would be leaving for places I had never seen and 
experiences I could not imagine, and my best friend on the trip was filled with 
concerns I had no intention of sharing.
We left at dawn. Five of us were mounted, although Ascelin was too tall to ride 
a horse for more than short periods and would walk beside us. The king, the two 
princes, and Hugo all wore light armor under their cloaks. Joachim didn't 
because he said it would be inappropriate for a man of God; I didn't because I 
didn't want to be bothered by the extra weight. Three packhorses, heavily laden, 
were ready to follow us. I thought that even though King Haimeric said he was 
going as a simple pilgrim, not a king, no one who saw us would doubt that our 
group consisted of four aristocrats, a priest, and a wizard.
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The horses' breath made frosty clouds around their noses, and a paper-thin layer 
of ice lay on the puddles among the courtyard's cobblestones. But the sun, 
rising pale orange in a cloudless sky, promised warming weather. Everyone in the 
castle turned out to see us off. Paul and Gwennie, hand in hand, watched from a 
doorway. Behind them stood the duchess' twin daughters, three years younger than 
the royal heir.
The queen smiled up at the king, her cheeks dry although her eyes seemed 
unnaturally bright. "I know it will be hard to send messages regularly," she 
said, "but if you're near a telephone, do call or if you meet someone coming 
this way, do write!"
I was going to miss the queen, too, but I couldn't tell her. For one thing, I 
was quite sure she would not miss me in the slightest. All I could do was watch 
her say good-bye to die king and imagine it was me.
But then my eye was distracted from the royal couple by the sight of the Duchess 
Diana and Prince Ascelin on the far side of the courtyard. She had climbed onto 
a mounting block so she could reach him, and they stood with their arms around 
each other, paying no attention to anyone else.
"Now, are you sure you know everything you'll need to do in the rose garden this 
summer?" asked the king, seeming more concerned with his garden than his family. 
"The entire blossoming season will be over by the time we're back. Remember what 
I told you to do if thrips start to infest the blooms again." But then he 
suddenly leaned down from the saddle and kissed his wife, something I had never 
seen him do publicly before.
"And we're off!" cried Hugo, taking this as a signal to depart. He blew a long 
blast on his horn and urged his horse forward. Ascelin looked up abruptly from 
his wife's embrace; the other horses all jumped and followed Hugo's. We dashed 
across the drawbridge and down the hill, followed by waves and cries of 
farewell.
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We reined in our horses at the bottom and entered the woods more sedately. 
Ascelin, momentarily left behind, caught up again. "Warn me next time you're 
going to burst into a gallop like that," he said to Hugo with a grin.
"We had to start with a gallop," said Hugo. "It's the only appropriate way to 
start the Quest of King Haimeric and his Giant Henchmen." He made it sound like 
one of Paul's stories.
Dominic was having a little trouble calming his big chestnut stallion. The horse 
that had tried to buck off Paul and Gwennie seemed reluctant to obey the king's 
burly nephew, either.
"Come on, Whirlwind, come on," I heard Dominic say soothingly, holding the reins 
tight with one gloved hand and patting the stallion's neck with the other.
"I didn't know that was your horses name," I said in surprise, once the stallion 
decided it was easiest to be quiet and walk with the rest of us.
Dominic turned to me with a sudden smile, which was another surprise; he 
normally smiled even less than Joachim. "It didn't use to be," he said. "But 
Prince Paul renamed him."
Paul might not be going to the Holy Land with us, I thought, but at least 
Whirlwind might get a chance to race in search of treasure across the high 
plains.
After feeling somewhat apprehensive about this trip, once we started I enjoyed 
it thoroughly. We went at an easy rate, letting the king set the pace. Ascelin, 
on foot, had no trouble keeping up. After a day and a half in which all the 
hills, streams, and woods we saw I knew by name, we passed out of the kingdom of 
Yurt and into new territory.
New scenes greeted us constantly as we rode: sunlit hills dappled with shadow, 
villages tucked into sheltering valleys, wheat fields where the new light green 
shoots burst from the dark earth, wild daffodils bright
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beneath leafless oaks, and birds tugging at last year's grass for nesting 
material. Any difficulty we met, a sudden cold shower of rain, a ford where the 
horses splashed mud on us, villagers who looked at our equipment and charged us 
outrageously for fresh bread, was quickly left behind and forgotten. And 
somewhere ahead of us was the sun-warmed Central Sea with palms and flowering 
lemon trees rustling in the sea breezes.
All of us, except perhaps Hugo, were sore and stiff the first few days. But then 
our muscles became used to the constant exercise and our legs to gripping a 
horse.
"I'm still not sure my old bones will make the whole journey to the East and 
back," said the king to me as we rode along, sounding remarkably cheerful about 
it. "But it's good to be off on a quest after decades of worrying about the 
governance of Yurt. Prince Paul will grow up to be an excellent king whether I 
return or not and, if by some chance I do, I may have the only blue rose in the 
western kingdoms!"
We spent the first few nights in the castles of lords the king knew; once we 
stayed in an inn, all squeezed together in one big bed in the only private room 
the inn afforded; but most of the time we camped. Hugo put a sign reading 
"Giants Lair" on the tent he shared with Ascelin, until the prince ordered him 
rather sharply to take it down.
We took turns keeping watch at night. The king said that no one would attack a 
little group of pilgrims, but Ascelin insisted and I had to agree with him. Hugo 
had the final watch on the first night we camped, and he woke the rest of us at 
dawn. When we crawled reluctantly out of the tents, he already had water boiling 
for tea and bright pink ribbons braided into Dominic's stallion s mane and tail.
Ascelin also thought it was funny, from the imperfectly concealed laugh lines 
around his eyes and mouth, but the rest of us, who had lived for years with
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the royal nephew, knew enough to keep our faces perfectly sober.
"Are you responsible for these ribbons?" Dominic asked Hugo with steely calm.
"Of couFse," said the young man gaily. "Don't you think they add a certain 
spritely air?"
"I don't want my horse to have a spritely air," said Dominic, a hard twist to 
his mouth.
But Hugo, laughing and setting out the tin teacups, paid no attention. I didn't 
think it was quite as funny as he did, but I did have to admire his nerve in 
getting close enough to the stallion's heels to braid in the ribbons. It took 
Dominic nearly until we were ready to go to get them out again.
The next day when we stopped for lunch Dominic made some excuse to stand up and 
go over to the horses. He was gone for several minutes. When he came back, well 
wrapped up in his gray cloak against the cool air, he was frowning.
"Have you examined your sword recently, Hugo?" he asked gravely. "I just noticed 
it when I went to check on Whirlwind and it looked  well, I don't want to 
accuse our wizard of anything, but I would have to say it looked enchanted."
Hugo jumped up, and so did I. We hurried to where his horse stood grazing, a 
long sheath hanging from the saddle.
But something was wrong. Instead of a hilt protruding from the top, there was 
what looked like a big smoked sausage. I probed with magic. That was certainly 
what it was.
"My sword!" cried Hugo in dismay, reaching for it. "What's happened to it?"
There came a sound of a low chuckle from behind us, rough-edged as though it had 
not been used very often. When we spun around, Dominic tossed his cloak back to 
show that he held Hugo's sword concealed beneath it.
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Hugo, incredulous, slowly drew the sausage from his sheath. Dominic was really 
laughing now. The sausage, three feet long, was wrapped its entire length in 
pink ribbons.
We came over a hilltop, buffeted by a damp wind. Dominic, riding in front, 
pulled up hard.
In the valley before us was a small merchant caravan, half a dozen mule-drawn 
carts accompanied by two mounted men. But the mounted men had their hands up and 
were trying to control their skittish mounts with their knees, for on the 
hillside just above them, their backs turned to us, were four helmeted horsemen 
holding drawn bows.
Hugo reacted at once. Not even taking time to pull on his helmet, he gave a yell 
and kicked his horse forward. Dominic and Ascelin were only a second behind him. 
I hadn't seen Dominic move that fast in years.
The startled bandits spun around, trying unsuccessfully to maintain their seats 
and keep their bows steady. Before they could aim again, our party was on them.
Hugo swung his sword in a great arc toward the bandit who seemed to be the 
leader. It slashed through his crimson cloak, but the steel bounced with a dull 
clang off the armor hidden underneath. The bandits bow flew from his hands as 
Ascelin grabbed the momentarily-stunned leader and wrenched him from his horse. 
Dominic whirled his mace, and two well-aimed blows on two more bandits' arms 
made them drop their bows in anguish.
At this point, I had recovered from surprise enough to come forward and start 
putting paralysis spells on everyone. The two bandits Dominic had clubbed 
toppled from their horses and the leader went still in Ascelin's hands. But that 
left one more.
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I looked up and saw him \ down the valley. The other bandits' horses ran, 
riderless, behind him.
"Shall I fly after him?" I yelled to Dominic.
"Let him go," the prince answered with satisfaction. 'They're bound to have 
friends and the friends ought to hear what happens to bandits."
The king and Joachim, who had been left behind, came up with our packhorses at 
the same time as the mounted men from the caravan seemed to decide we weren't a 
second group of bandits about to turn on them, having once despatched the first 
group.
We all came together by the wagons at the bottom of the hill, a group with 
varied emotions. Dominic, Ascelin, and Hugo were highly pleased with themselves, 
I thought all out of proportion. Although there were only three of them to the 
four bandits, they had had the advantage of surprise as well as Ascelin's size, 
plus the assistance of a supposedly competent wizard, me. I was angry that it 
had taken me so long to react; Hugo would have killed the leader if it hadn't 
been for his armor, whereas I should have been able to disarm him easily with 
magic. The king looked excited and a little apprehensive, Joachim concerned, and 
the knights who were supposed to be protecting the caravan, embarrassed.
A man in a rich purple cloak jumped off the first of the wagons. 'Thank you!" he 
said heartily. "I don't know what we would have done if you hadn't come along," 
with a sharp glance at his knights. "We hadn't expected to meet bandits in this 
region  although I myself am only taking this road for the first time, since 
the lord in the next river valley over started charging tolls on his bridges. We 
have a lot of valuable silks on the way to market. Can I reward you with a few 
bolts? The color of your choice, for yourselves or your ladies?"-
The king smiled. "We appreciate your offer, but we don't need a reward. I'm the 
king of Yurt." So much, I
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thought, for traveling anonymously. "Even when not at home, I feel it part of 
royal responsibility to keep the roads safe for honest men  and you can tell 
that my knights feel the same way!"
"What shall we do with them?" asked Ascelin, stirring the three paralyzed 
bandits with one toe. They were breathing, but they were stiff and immobile; I 
doubted they would remember much of this.
"We should kill them," said Hugo enthusiastically.
"No," said the long thoughtfully. "We may have caught them, but I have no rights 
of justice outside my kingdom."
"And you can't kill a defenseless man," said Ascelin to Hugo reprovingly.
"Look at this, Hugo," said Dominic pointedly. 'The bandit leader has an earring 
just like yours."
"We passed a castle about an hour ago," said the merchant, pointing along the 
road in the direction that we were going. "You can just see the turrets beyond 
that hill. If the castellan there doesn't have rights of justice, he'll 
certainly have a dungeon where these malefactors can be kept until they're 
turned over to the proper authorities." He looked at their motionless forms 
quizzically, then at me. "What did you do with them?" he asked with what I hoped 
was awe.
'Just a little trick we wizards know," I said airily, fairly satisfied with my 
ultimate role in this.
As we continued south, the bandits tied onto the packhorses, I positioned my 
horse next to Hugo's so I could talk to him. Joachim seemed to have the same 
idea, for I discovered him on Hugo's other side.
I spoke up quickly, feeling that the young lord needed to hear good sense before 
he heard Christian morality. "Hugo," I said conversationally, "you could have 
gotten yourself killed back there."
"But I didn't," he said with a grin.
"You might have had an arrow in the eye if the bandits had been on foot rather 
than on horseback."
'That's why I yelled, to startle the horses." I was
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quite sure he had not thought this through, but I couldn't very well contradict 
him. I had a sudden, very unpleasant vision of Sir Hugo's party starting happily 
home from the Holy Land and of bandits leaping out of ambush and putting an 
arrow through Evrard. But I couldn't mention this to Hugo because the next arrow 
would have been for his father.
I switched tactics. It was no use trying to make him realize the unnecessary 
danger he had put himself in if he was happy to have been in danger. "Why do you 
think the king brought his Royal Wizard along?"
Hugo shot me a quick look. To deal with dragons or whatever magical creatures we 
run across."
"And also," I said, giving him a wizardly stare, "to deal with bandits. You saw 
me paralyze the three of them. If you'd given me fifteen seconds before you 
attacked, I could have had them all tied up neatly with magical spells."
"You wizards take all the fun out of everything," said Hugo grumpily. "I know 
perfectly well why there haven't been any decent wars in the western kingdoms 
for close to two centuries, not since the Black Wars. You don't want to let the 
aristocracy do what we're trained to do."
"We certainly don't want you killing each other," I said.
"Our own wizard would never scold me for saving us all from bandits."
I realized he meant Evrard. But if he had seen much more of Evrard in the last 
few years than I had, I thought I still knew the red-headed wizard better. 
"Didn't your wizard ever tell you that he'd decided to study wizardry in the 
first place because he was fascinated by the history of how wizards had stopped 
the Black Wars?"
Hugo didn't answer, which I took as an affirmative.
"I don't doubt your courage, Hugo," I continued. I thought, but decided it would 
be tactful not to say, that he was still young enough that his own death would 
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seem a real possibility to him. "And there will be ample opportunity on this 
trip for you to show it. But if you don't mind putting yourself in danger, you 
might at least think about the bandit leader. You would have killed him if he 
weren't wearing armor."
"It's nice armor, too," said Hugo thoughtfully, "much higher quality than you'd 
expect to see on a highwayman. It's even better than mine. I wonder if it would 
fit me."
I was not about to be distracted. "Doesn't death seem like a rather stiff 
penalty for trying to rob a silk caravan?"
"Don't go all moralistic!" Hugo cried. 'The castellan to whom we're taking these 
bandits may well hang them all if they're multiple offenders. I know King 
Haimeric never hangs anybody, but justice is sharper a lot of places outside of 
Yurt."
"You still can't act as judge and executioner yourself," I said sternly. I was 
rapidly starting to feel out of my depth. Since I, unlike Evrard, had not become 
a wizard out of fascination with the end of the Black Wars, and because Yurt 
really was very peaceful, I tended not to think about the morality of judicial 
execution or, for that matter, much about deep moral issues at all.
"Even the Church recognizes killing in self-defense and the possibility of a 
just war," said Hugo.
'This was not self-defense," said Joachim.
I had been wondering when the chaplain was going to join this conversation. 
Priests were supposed to worry about morality. Wizards just try to keep as many 
people as possible alive and well.
"And killing someone," Joachim continued soberly, "even in self-defense or to 
save another innocent life, still leaves a stain on the soul."
Hugo, who had turned toward the chaplain, seemed abashed. I myself still found 
Joachims burning dark eyes intimidating. "Well, I didn't kill him and I didn't 
mean to kill him."
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I expected he was telling the perfect truth  at all the tournaments in which he 
had taken part, everyone would have been wearing armor and he would not have 
even thought about the effects of a razor-sharp sword on a man who did not have 
mail under his cloak.
But I was tired of worrying about morality. So when Hugo suddenly looked up and 
said, "What a castle!" in an entirely different voice, I was happy to change the 
subject.
And it was quite a castle. Among the tumbled hills before us rose a high ridge 
of red sandstone, at least a hundred feet tall. Cut into the sandstone were 
narrow windows; perched on top, staring sternly down at the fields surrounding 
it, was the castle itself. Pennants whipping in the wind from the tops of the 
towers looked tiny, making us realize how high the castle really was.
We all pulled up for a better look. The castle was so well situated for war that 
we were momentarily stunned. "It would be impregnable," said Ascelin. 'There's 
no way to scale the sandstone cliffs, especially with men inside shooting out. 
And I expect the stairs inside, going up to the castle, are very narrow and 
could easily be blocked against an enemy."
"I'm sure the castellan does indeed have rights of high justice," commented the 
king with a chuckle.
The castle rose higher and higher above us as we approached. Encircling the base 
of the sandstone ridge was a tall curtain wall, also built of red stone, but the 
gate stood open. Two soldiers stepped forward menacingly as we approached.
"Greetings," said the king. "We would like to see the lord of this castle. We 
have captured some bandits."
The soldiers took a good look at us and our packhorses and then abruptly fled 
with startled cries. Giving each other surprised glances, we dismounted and came 
through the gate on foot.
"It's a good thing we caught these bandits," said the king, "if even the sight 
of them bound terrifies the people here."
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'It's a good thing the castellan has such a fine castle if his soldiers are all 
cowards," replied Dominic.
Inside the walls were all the working parts of a castle that someone would not 
want to transport up narrow stairs cut inside a cuff: the stables, the kennels, 
the armor shop, the mews, the kitchens, and the big grain storage bins. Down at 
the far end stood a set of gibbets; this castellan did indeed practice high 
justice.
We waited politely for someone to come meet us, but for a few minutes there was 
only panicked shouting and scurrying. I even wondered momentarily if some 
bizarre spell had made everyone here think that we were dragons. But a quick 
probe found no spells other than my own.
After a while, one of the soldiers came back. "Are  are they dead?"
"Of course not," I said "I paralyzed them with magic."
He hesitated. Something very odd indeed, I thought, was happening here. Did they 
think we were another band of ruffians ourselves? If so, why did they make no 
effort to resist us?
"You'd better go up to the castle," the soldier said at last, "and talk to the 
constable."
There was a brief pause while we tried to decide if it was possible to carry the 
bandits up the stairs. Finally I broke the spells that held them. They looked 
disoriented and confused as we untied them from the packhorses, then pulled them 
to their feet and tied their hands behind them. As we started toward the castle, 
Ascelin, Dominic, and Hugo each had a bandit in front of him, a dagger point 
resting against the back of his neck.
The first flight of stairs was wide enough to give us few problems, even though 
the steps were uneven and extremely dark. There were no windows and we had to 
feel our way. The sandstone walls were gritty on either hand, and I heard 
Dominic cursing quietly as he bumped his head.
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We came out into what appeared to be a guard room cut into the stone. A single 
window gave a little light. On the far side, the stairs started up again, much 
narrower and even darker.
The soldier leading us glanced at Dominic and Ascelin. "We'd better take the 
outside stairs," he said.
The bandits, who had said nothing, turned toward a door set in the room's outer 
wall, next to the window. The soldier opened the door, which led to wooden 
stairs built on scaffolding on the outside of the cliff. These were much wider 
than the inner stairs though the gaps between steps made them potentially 
treacherous.
I glanced down as we came out into chilly daylight and saw that we were already 
forty feet up. This was indeed an admirable castle for war. Even if an enemy 
made it as far as the guard room, he would still have to climb either the narrow 
inner stairs, which could easily be blocked, or the outer wooden stairs, which 
could be set on fire.
But how had the bandits known that the doorway led to the stairs?
All of us except the bandits were breathing hard when we reached the top of the 
cliff and entered the castle itself through another door. We came into a great 
hall, well lit by tall windows looking out in all directions across the 
countryside.
"They can afford windows, being up so high," I heard Dominic say appreciatively 
to Ascelin. "In Yurt, all our windows open onto the courtyard."
But I was thinking about the bandits rather than castle architecture. Was it 
because they been captured and brought here for justice so many times that they 
had known where the stairs were and had been able to climb them so readily, even 
with daggers pressed against then-necks? If so, why had they not yet been hung?
The constable of the castle came forward, looking at us with wide eyes. "What 
what is it that you want?"
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King Haimeric greeted him formally and told him what had happened. I was pleased 
to note that he did not say that he was king of Yurt; maybe he, like me, was 
starting to wonder if the castellan had made some nefarious pact with the 
bandits.
"And so," finished the king, *\ve are bringing these bandits to your lord for 
judgment." The three bandits, listening, all looked unaccountably amused.
"You caught these men," said the constable, "but you aren't trying to ransom 
them? You brought them here  you brought them so that the lord of this castle 
might exercise justice?"
'That's what I said," said the king patiently.
"But  "
The leader of the bandits answered for the constable. "But I am lord of this 
castle."
There was a short silence while we all struggled to keep our faces straight. "In 
that case," began King Haimeric sternly, "I must warn you, as an aristocrat and 
a giver of justice, to stop your wicked attacks on the defenseless."
It was no use. Dominic took the king firmly by the arm and we all got out the 
door and staggered down the stairs somehow. Even Joachim was laughing as we 
tumbled out into the courtyard.
But as we galloped away from the castle, I couldn't help glancing back. The 
castellan s initial reaction had been the same amusement that convulsed us all, 
but he must also have been horribly shamed to appear before his men a bound 
captive. For the first time this trip, we may have come across a difficulty we 
could not simply leave behind.
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I awoke all at once and lay perfectly still, waiting for whatever sound had 
wakened me to come again.
Inside the tent, it was pitch black and completely silent. I couldn't even hear 
Joachim's breathing. But then I heard the faintest creak from his side of the 
tent; he must have heard the sound as well and was leaning on his elbows, 
listening.
It came again, the sharp crack of a broken twig followed by muffled hushing 
sounds. Our tents were pitched in a little grove, and someone, or something, was 
creeping up on us.
I was out of the tent with a quick scramble and was hit by air so cold I 
immediately wished I had brought a blanket with me.
But there wasn't time to go back. Where was Dominic? It should be his watch. 
Shivering in my pajamas, I crept toward the edge of the grove, straining to see.
Hie moon, three days past the full, hung red and deformed-looking above me. In 
its pale light I could at last see Dominic, a dim and bulky form. He moved his 
head as though he too had heard something.
Before I could speak or move closer, there was a dull thunk as of leather 
hitting bone, a grunt, then Dominic pitched forward. Behind him stood a smaller 
figure, arm upraised.
I yelled, a magically amplified yell that shook the
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trees, and I filled the grove with a great flash of light. The light was gone in 
two seconds  even the best magic light needs to be attached to something solid. 
But before it faded I had seen four startled and frozen figures, and Dominic's 
body facedown on the ground.
If they remained still for five seconds, I had them. I threw out coils of magic, 
shaped with the Hidden Language to make thin air into bindings as strong as 
cord. My binding spell wrapped around the four, imprisoning them. It was not as 
thorough as a paralysis spell, but I didn't have quite enough time for a 
paralysis spell.
I tried another flash of light and saw that I had all four. It must be, I 
realized, no more than a minute since I had scrambled out of the tent. In spite 
of the cold, I had to wipe my forehead with a pajama sleeve. Magic, especially 
rapid magic, is hard work
But what had happened to Dominic? I groped toward him, then saw the rest of our 
party emerging. Hugo and Ascelin had swords in their hands, but the king, more 
usefully, had brought a lantern.
With the lantern's light, I found the royal nephew and bent over him. He was 
breathing loudly, eyes shut. As I watched, his eyes flickered, and his fists 
clenched. Not dead then, I thought gratefully, as I took the jacket Joachim 
handed me.
"Look at this!" called Hugo, who had gone back for a lantern of his own. "It's 
the same bandits!"
Indeed it was the same bandits, their faces distorted by the shadows cast by a 
lantern at their feet Struggling unsuccessfully against the binding spell, they 
glared at us silently.
"What was your intention?" the king asked them sternly. "We let you go today out 
of courtesy to other aristocrats, but what sort of honorable and aristocratic 
behavior is this? Were you going to take vengeance on us for humiliating you by 
slitting our throats while we slept?"
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Dominic abruptly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He tried to lurch to his 
feet, but Ascelin kept him seated with a hand on his shoulder.
"We weren't going to slit anybody's throat," protested the leader.
I wasn't at all sure I believed him. I was coming close to Hugos point of view, 
that the best thing to do might be to kill them.
"It's the middle of the night," said Ascelin. "Let's leave them to learn some 
sense by standing bound by the wizard's spells for a few hours. Then we can 
question them in the morning."
'It would have been my watch soon anyway," I said, "so I'll keep an eye on them 
while the rest of you get some sleep."
Hugo clearly would have preferred to do something spectacular and warlike, but 
he contented himself with rounding up the bandits' horses and tying them to a 
branch. In a moment our party returned to the tents, Dominic assisted by 
Ascelin.
Watching the two princes in the flickering light of the lantern the king held 
for them, I thought that it was good to see them managing to get along with each 
other on this trip. When they had first met, nearly eight years ago, they had 
detested each other. But then Dominic, always a snob, had not known at the time 
that Ascelin was a prince.
Our camp became quiet again, and I added a few details to the binding spells 
that held the bandits. It is possible to break out of an improperly made binding 
spell, and I had pulled the magic together very rapidly. I didn't want to 
paralyze them, however, even if that would have held them more securely, because 
I wanted them to remember this experience.
They soon stopped struggling and gave up cursing me a snort time later when I 
did not answer. What was I going to do with them? The school made us swear 
enormously solemn oaths to help mankind, but it only
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taught us magic, when at the moment, what I felt I needed most to know was how 
to deal with people unlike any I knew in Yurt
The moonlight made the stars pale in the center of the sky, but from where I was 
sitting, I could see the Hunter striding low over the horizon. Soon he would be 
gone from the sky for the summer.
We certainly couldn't kill the bandits in cold blood, even if they had crept up 
on our tents planning to ldl us. We were still in the orderly western kingdoms, 
not much more than three weeks away from Yurt, and there were legal methods for 
dealing with such things. But I didn't like the idea of loading them onto the 
packhorses again, then trying to find a nearby castle that exercised high 
justice  other than the castle of the bandit leader himself.
The night dragged on. In a marginally successful attempt to stay warm, I 
rekindled the fire over which we had cooked supper. I kept yawning, but I was 
shivering too much to doze. It would have been Joachim's watch next, but I let 
him sleep, not wanting to leave him with the responsibility for guarding bandits 
restrained by magic. After a while, the eastern stars gradually faded as the 
horizon grew gray.
I heard a rustle from the tents and looked up to see the king and his lantern 
approaching. He sat down next to me, pulling his cloak around him.
"Go back to your tent, sire," I said. "I won't be making the morning tea for 
another hour."
^ couldn't sleep anyway," said King Haimeric with a shrug. "We have to deeide 
what to do with the bandits."
I could see them faintly now, ten yards away, standing as stiffly as if they 
were tied to trees. The long cold night, I hoped, would have sobered them. "We 
can't very well have them following us all the way to the Holy Land," I said 
quietly. "But I don't understand it. Why would a castellan turn to banditry?"
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"I don't know," said die king in a worried voice. "I realize we're not in Yurt 
anymore, but it's still very strange."
"Short of killing diem, I don't see what we can do diat won't make diem feel 
even more humiliated and even more bent on vengeance."
"We can give diem some tea," said die king. 'They've had a cold night of it. 
Since you've got die fire going anyway, put on die kettle."
This made no sense at all. I stared at him a moment in the lantern light, dien 
went to fill die kettle. He was, after all, my king.
In a few minutes, when die tea was brewed, we walked over to die bandits. "We 
weren't going to slit any of your ttiroats," die leader growled. "I hope you 
realize we wouldn't rob a caravan for a few baubles or a few bolts of frippery, 
and we aren't murderers, eidier. We just wanted to teach you a lesson."
"That was my nephew you knocked on die head," said die king gravely. "He may 
look at all diis differendy. But at die moment he's asleep. Would you like some 
tea before he wakes up? It can't have been comfortable standing here all night. 
Wizard, could you release die bindings enough so diat diey can drink?"
I adjusted my spell to allow diem a little arm motion. The king put tin cups of 
scalding tea into tiieir hands. They drank slowly, looking at us dioughtfully 
over die rims. In die lantern light and die beginning of dawn, diey would have 
seen two white-bearded men, one very slighdy built.
"All right," said die king sternly, taking back die empty cups. "I believe you. 
I won't ask you what kind of lesson you planned to teach us, because I'm quite 
sure I won't like die answer. An aristocrat like you should know better. Your 
own fields and your rents should provide you plenty of income widiin die law  
to say nodiing of die proceeds of justice."
The leader of die bandits looked at King Haimeric shrewdly. "So you didn't find 
it eidier, eh?'
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I had no idea what he was talking about and I doubted the king did either, but 
that didn't stop him. "Of course not. You seem to imagine that we ransacked the 
silk caravan after my wizard paralyzed you, but instead we sent it safely on its 
way. If you're looking for caravan loot, you won't find it in our camp. Do you 
employ a wizard?"
I was having trouble keeping up with the king's line of reasoning and, from the 
looks on their faces, so were the bandits.
"No," said the leader, eyeing me warily.
"If we let you leave with your lives," I said, hoping this fit in with whatever 
King Haimeric was doing, "and I say if, hire a wizard at once." The king gave me 
a quick look, and I realized it was probably not his intention after all to urge 
them to take on a new employee. But it was too late to stop now. "A real 
wizard," I continued, "one from the school in the great City."
A school-trained wizard would certainly be able to stop them from preying on any 
more merchant caravans  unless, of course, he ended up with his own throat 
slit. But he'd do much better than a magician, someone who had picked up a 
little of the Hidden Language here and there and might see nothing wrong with 
banditry.
"I asked if you had a wizard," said King Haimeric, pulling his eyebrows into a 
frown, "because I wanted to be sure you understand the lesson that we will teach 
you if you follow us again. My own wizard will turn you all into frogs."
It had been ten years since the disastrous transformations practical, and I had 
long since worked out where I had gone wrong with those frogs. I watched King 
Haimeric's face, knowing he was going to expect some spectacular display of 
magic in a moment.
"Don't pay any attention to him," said one of the bandits to the leader. "He's 
just bluffing."
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That made it all very simple. I turned that one into a frog.
The king laughed, a quite genuine laugh. "Anyone else think the wizard is 
bluffing?" He picked up the bullfrog that had been a bandit a moment ago and 
held it out toward the rest with both hands.
The bullfrog looked up at them with wide, confused eyes, then gave a sudden 
booming croak. After a moment of stunned silence, the other three bandits began 
to look at each other with poorly suppressed smiles.
'Turn him back to himself, Wizard," said the king.
In a moment, I had him a person again, and I quickly restored the binding spells 
around him. His throat continued to pump like a frog's for a few seconds, which 
now set the other bandits laughing.
"Any tea left, Wizard?" asked the king. We gave them all another cup.
"Now," said the king when they had finished  two even thanked us  "it's almost 
day. My knights, the ones who overpowered you yesterday, will be up shortly. 
They may not look at this incident as tolerantly as we do  especially my 
nephew. But we're on a pilgrimage and it's important to return good for evil 
when one is on a pilgrimage. Therefore, I'm going to let you go."
I stopped myself just in time from objecting.
"But I want you to remember," said the king very seriously, "not to attack any 
more merchant caravans and," glancing toward me, "to hire yourself a competent 
wizard at the first opportunity. And certainly don't try to follow us again. If 
you do, not only will my wizard turn you into frogs, he will have a dragon 
attack you first."
This, I feared, really was a bluff. I certainly couldn't summon a dragon from 
the land of wild magic.
The bandits seemed to be taking no chances. They agreed readily, and when I 
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them, they went at once to their horses. As they mounted, I heard one call 
another "Froggie," with an accompanying slap on the shoulder. The sound of 
galloping hooves brought the rest of our party out into the dawn.
I didn't want to take any chances, either. Leaving the king to explain to the 
rest what he had done and letting them start breakfast, I tried to improvise an 
appropriate spell.
It would have to be an illusory dragon. The problem with most illusions is that 
they fade quickly, usually within a few minutes. I thought I might be able to 
manage something that lasted a little longer  my predecessor as Royal Wizard of 
Yurt used to make illusions that would last for hours. But the difficulty was to 
guess how long. It would need to be here when  or if  the bandits came back, 
but I didn't want it to hover all day and terrify anyone else who used this 
road.
I decided at last to create an illusory dragon, all but the final twist of the 
spell that would bring it together, and to attach the nearly finished spell to a 
pebble. When the pebble was moved, say, kicked by a bandit's horse, that would 
complete the spell.
I had never done anything like this before, or even heard of it, so it took me a 
while to work out the spells, and then I tried making a small practice dragon. 
It worked even better than I expected. I put the pebble on the ground, kicked 
it, and a one-foot-high blue dragon appeared and shot illusory smoke at me for a 
minute before fading.
In a few more minutes, I had put the spells together to create a thirty-foot 
scarlet dragon, one with three sets of bat wings and extra-long talons, and 
attached the spells to a small stone. I placed it very carefully on the road in 
the direction back toward the bandits' castle. Now, if they were the first ones 
along this road, it should work perfectly.
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Before joining the others, I looked at my stone in assessment. The faintest 
outline of the dragon hovered around it, the almost-completed spell just on the 
edge of visibility, but I hoped the bandits, riding fast, wouldn't notice it 
until it was too late.
"Wizard!" called Hugo. There's only a little tea left! Do you want some?" I 
hurried over to the fire, indeed wanting some.
Shortly afterwards, we packed up the tents and started south again. Dominic had 
a lump on the back of his head but insisted he was all right. I kept glancing 
over my shoulder, wondering when someone would follow us along the road.
We had climbed up the far side of the valley, perhaps a mile away, when the 
sound of distant voices was carried to us on the wind. I pulled up my horse and 
looked back.
There were several groves of trees in the valley, but I thought I could tell 
where we had camped last night Just visible beyond was a splash of scarlet, 
though we were too far away to pick out any details. The distant voices, 
shouting and screaming, faded away. I laughed and hoped that it had indeed been 
the bandits.
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Spring advanced rapidly as we moved south. The woodland flowers disappeared as 
we moved into kingdoms where the trees had already leafed out. Here, too, the 
hills were a different shape than the hills of home, the rooflines of the houses 
different, the very style of clothes worn by the people working in the fields 
different from those worn by the villagers of Yurt. To all of us and especially 
to Dominic, the newness and variety was a heady experience in itself.
After a month of traveling south on less-frequented roads, we finally picked up 
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commercial route that ran from the great City down toward the Central Sea. We 
stopped at our first pilgrimage church, a small dark structure that seemed 
little visited even though it stood close to a busy road. But it had vivid and 
complicated stone sculptures, about which Joachim read to us from the bishop s 
guidebook.
"The saint here miraculously cured thousands of a disease whose name is no 
longer remembered. It has been forgotten because the saint cured it out of 
existence."
Hugo lifted his eybrows ironically at me. From the sculptures, it looked as 
though the disease was thought to have rotated men's heads around backwards.
After two days of jostling with other travelers on the road and another night in 
an inn  we got two beds this time  we left the route for the detour to visit 
Joachim s family. We headed through fields and meadows swathed in fresh 
yellow-green toward the manor where his brother lived.
We looked at each other critically that morning. After a month of travel, we 
were all grubby, as well as leaner and browner than when we left home. That is, 
all except the chaplain himself: He had somehow managed to keep himself tidily 
shaved and his clothes relatively unwrinkled.
"Looking forward to someone else's cooking?" I asked Ascelin as we lowered 
ourselves delicately into a stream which, even under a sunny spring sky, felt 
cold enough to have ice in it. I tried without much success to work up some 
lather to wash the smell of woodsmoke out of my hair.
He plunged his head under water and came up snorting and laughing. His dark blue 
eyes contrasted sharply with his tanned face. I passed him the soap. "I should 
ask all of you that question." We had decided, the third day out, that Ascelin 
was by far the best camp cook and had made him prepare the suppers ever since. 
He could even make passable biscuits over the fire. "Anytime you want to take a 
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"I wanted to ask you something," I said as we dried ourselves off and tried to 
shake the wrinkles out of the only clean clothes we had left. "I've been 
wondering about this for a while. Why did you and the duchess show up at the 
royal castle just as the king was about to announce his quest?"
Ascelin pulled a shirt over his head. "Didn't Diana tell you? Sir Hugo's wife 
had called her that morning."
"Sir Hugo's wife  "
"He's Diana's relative as well as the queen's uncle  just a more distant 
relation. His wife was, of course, very worried about him. She was hoping, I 
think, that he might have been in contact with us, although I don't know why he 
would write us and not his own wife. But she did mention that she'd already 
talked to your queen. Diana guessed that at least some of you from the royal 
court would be planning to go look for Sir Hugo and she had no intention of 
being left behind." He chuckled. "In spite of racing up to the royal castle 
through a snowstorm  and me on foot!  she still couldn't go along."
Ascelin leaned his back against a tree to pull his boots on. "Looks as though I 
need new soles," he said to himself, then gave a quick smile. "I must be in the 
best condition of my life, keeping up on foot with five mounted men.
"My lady Diana was very disappointed, as I'm sure you can guess," he went on. 
"But Haimeric was right: we couldn't have both gone and left the twins behind. 
You might have done better with her than with me, however  even if I am a 
better camp cook."
He fell silent for a moment, looking out across the stream. "She is a remarkable 
woman, Wizard. I wouldn't tell this to anybody but you, but after all you did 
help bring us together. I miss her terribly  before this we'd never been 
separated for more than a day or two since we were first married."
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together to create an illusion, just a tiny illusion, a dark-haired woman about 
a foot high wearing a leather tunic and wide gold bracelets. I liked to do at 
least a little magic every day. Wizardry is hard enough that I was always afraid 
of going rusty. It wasn't very difficult to create illusory images of people I 
knew, though I didn't do it often.
Ascelin saw what I was doing and caught his breath. 'That's Diana!"
"Don't try to touch it," I said. "Your hand would go straight through her."
I had expected him to be pleased, but he turned his back sharply on me. I looked 
at his wide shoulders thoughtfully. I didn't even miss the queen that much. I 
shrugged, said the two words to end the illusion, and stood up to stamp my heels 
down into my own boots.
It was with neatly trimmed beards and clean  if badly creased  clothes that we 
rode up to the manor house. We had telephoned from the inn two days ago and were 
expected.
Since I knew Joachim's brother Arnulf was involved in commerce in some way, I 
had expected, without really thinking about it, that his house would be 
something like the cramped urban house I myself had grown up in. Instead, it was 
a gracious, two-story edifice, built of stone the color of mellow gold. Long 
wings encircled a courtyard and wide lawns led down to the river. A cherry 
orchard bloomed beyond the house. It was big enough that it probably could 
shelter nearly as many people as the royal castle of Yurt. Either built after 
the Black Wars, I thought, looking at the tall windows, or else built by someone 
who could afford very good protection.
Liveried servants hurried to meet us as we clattered into the courtyard. A few 
guards loitered conspicuously near the house doors. I glanced at Joachim, 
wondering how it felt to be back in his childhood home after more
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than fifteen years away. But his face, often hard to read, now seemed to have no 
expression at all.
The main door swung open and Arnulf, the lord of the manor, appeared, holding 
out both hands in greeting. "Joachim!" he cried. "This is delightful! I'm so 
glad you were able to come. And King Haimeric of Yurt, I prfesume? You honor 
us!"
Joachim's brother was a shock. He looked like the chaplain and yet not like the 
chaplain. He had the same hair, the same height, the same deep-set dark eyes 
over high cheekbones, even if he did not have the chaplain's gauntness. But the 
effect was as if Joachim had been taken out of his own body and someone else put 
in his place.
The chaplain tossed his reins to me and went to meet him. The brothers started 
to shake hands and embraced instead.
"Well, Joachim, at least you don't make me kiss your ring," said Arnulf with a 
laugh. "Does that wait until you're made bishop?"
Joachim neither laughed nor answered the comment. "It's good to see you," he 
said instead and turned to introduce his brother to the rest of us.
"Claudia's eager to see you, too," said Arnulf, "and of course the children 
can't wait to meet their Uncle Joachim."
Joachim took a deep breath. "And I them."
We were shown to the guest rooms and told that lunch would be served in half an 
hour. The rooms seemed sybaritic after our weeks on the road, feather beds 
covered with clean white sheets, long windows curtained in blue, and plenty of 
hot water. An efficient serving maid unpacked our bags and took our clothes away 
to the laundry.
We had been given five rooms in the guest wing, all next to each other, while 
the chaplain was taken off to the family wing of the house. I took the 
opportunity to shave my cheeks more thoroughly than I had been able to do with 
cold water that morning. The soap was delicately scented with lily of the 
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I stood by the window to dry my face, enjoying the light breeze coming through 
the open casements and the sight of birds hopping purposefully across the lawn. 
I was distracted from a pleasant reverie by the sound of voices.
Joachim and his brother were strolling along the outside of the house. Arnulf 
spoke as they came under my window. "It's as though they'd disappeared into thin 
air. And nothing left  except the sign."
They continued out of my earshot without speaking again. I looked soberly after 
them. Sir Hugo's party had also disappeared into thin air.
There came a sharp knock, making me jump. "Come in!" I called and Ascelin 
entered, ducking his head as he came through the doorway.
He closed the door behind him and motioned me away from the window. "What's 
going on here?" he asked in a low voice. "Is everyone here under a spell?"
Startled, I probed at once for magic and found none. As my mind slid lightly 
along the surface of magic's four dimensions, I could sense the presence inside 
the house of all our party except Joachim, as well as many minds I did not know, 
but none of them was a wizard. I found Joachim and his brother down by the front 
door, the house guards in the courtyard and, in the stables, minds I assumed 
belonged to the stable boys, but that was all. I came back to myself and looked 
up into the prince's worried eyes. "No one's under a spell here. Why did you 
think so?"
He shook his head "It must be hunter's instincts. This whole house feels as 
though something has just happened or is about to happen and I don't know what 
it is."
I had felt nothing of the sort, but then I was no hunter. Ascelin, I knew, had 
many years of experience in guessing or sensing where animals were hiding and 
when they would break into the open. I shook my shoulders to dispel a sudden 
chill that could have been prescience and could have been my imagination.
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can."
"But we just got here," I protested, "and Joachim hasn't seen his family in 
years!" All of us had been in high good humor this entire trip. An onset of 
unprecedented caution, just when we reached such a comfortable house, seemed 
entirely uncalled for.
"And why did his brother want him to visit now?" demanded Ascelin.
I was suddenly reminded of the bandits who had thought that there was something 
specific hidden in the silk caravan and that we, too, were looking for it. 
Arnulf, I knew, was involved in some way in the luxury trade with the East. 
Could there be, here in this house, something valuable enough to make a 
castellan turn outlaw?
"I don't know if you overheard," said Ascelin, "the other day when we were at 
that inn, but several of the merchants were talking about very strange rumors 
coming out of the East, and I thought I heard one of them say that they involved 
the kingdom of Yurt...."
Before I could respond to this startling information, there were brisk steps in 
the hall outside and another knock. "My lords?" It was Arnulf s constable, come 
to tell us that lunch was ready. A few minutes ago, I would have gone to the 
dining room with pleasant anticipation. Now, as we walked down the wide carpeted 
stairs, I felt instead a stir of misgiving.
But nothing about lunch seemed ominous. The dining room was carpeted and 
curtained in green; the view from the window was of bright flowerbeds with the 
river beyond. The table glistened with silver and crystal. Arnulf and Joachim 
were already there when we came in.
"Claudia said she and the children would be right down," said Arnulf. "Ah, here 
they are." In the hall we heard children shouting excitedly, and the door swung
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open with a bang. But there was immediately an abashed silence as they spotted 
us. For a second I saw our group as the children must see us, six strange men 
standing looking toward the door, three of them rather formidable warriors. Even 
clean and well-dressed, we felt like a wild and woodsy group in this delicate 
and gracious setting.
"Go on in, it's all right, don't you want to meet your Uncle Joachim and his 
friends?" came a laughing woman's voice. Claudia, the lady of the manor, came 
through the doorway herding two boys and a girl before her.
Claudia was another shock. She was the only woman I had ever met who came close 
to being as beautiful as the queen.
She did not look at all like the queen, having curly russet hair, already 
escaping from the coiffure into which I was sure she had just combed it, and a 
skin so fair it was almost transluscent. She had a merry sweetness of expression 
and yet an air of tender concern in her eyes that made someone who saw her  or 
at least me  feel she must be protected at all costs from anything troublesome 
or sad.
She came immediately across to Joachim, wearing the tiniest firm line around her 
mouth as though determined not to be as shy as her children. She took his hands, 
looked into his eyes, and gave an almost tentative smile. I would have felt her 
expression, both sweet and vulnerable, was devastating if it had been turned on 
me. "You haven't changed at all," she said softly.
"Nor have you," said Joachim. "It's been too long. So, these are my nephews and 
my niece."
Claudia brought the children forward to meet their uncle, then all of us were 
introduced to her and she invited us to sit down at the table. Servants came in 
with steaming platters.
She was the perfect hostess, serving the king first,
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making sure each of us had what he wanted, asking about our trip and listening 
attentively to our answers and, at the same time, somehow keeping her children 
quiet and orderly and their meat cut up in bite-size pieces.
But twice, as her husband sat beaming genially at the other end of the table, I 
thought I saw her shoot a worried look toward him.
Ill
"I understand your family is also in commercial imports?" said the Lady Claudia 
to me.
"Was. My parents died when I was little and my grandmother kept the warehouse 
going, but she died while I was still in the wizards' school. We imported wool 
from the Far Islands and wholesaled it to the cloth manufacturers."
"How interesting," said Claudia with a bright smile. In fact it wasn't 
interesting at all, which was part of the reason I had become a wizard instead 
of a merchant. I would probably have done an even worse job of running a wool 
wholesale business than my grandmother had; there hadn't been much left over 
when she died and I had to sell the warehouse to pay the firm's debts.
"And now you're a wizard," said Arnulf genially. "I gather the wizards' school 
keeps a fairly close eye on all of you  even tries to establish your routes 
when you travel."
"Not really," I said in surprise. "Of course the school tries to coordinate the 
practice of wizardry throughout the western kingdoms, but wizards argue with 
each other too much to allow close oversight." Arnulf nodded but said nothing 
more.
The chaplain seemed much more sober during lunch than I would have expected from 
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to see his family after a long absence. "You know, Joachim," said Claudia when 
dessert was served, "I still can't get used to seeing you in priest's 
vestments."
Dessert was lemon pie, and one of the dishes served earlier had been rice with 
almonds. We didn't have rice in the royal castle of Yurt very often, lemons even 
less frequently. Although I had always assumed that coming to Yurt had been the 
move into luxury for Joachim that it had been for me, perhaps I was wrong.
"Did he use to wear an earring when you first knew him?" Hugo asked Claudia with 
a wink for Dominic.
The chaplain did smile at that and brought both earlobes forward with his 
forefingers to show they had never been pierced.
"No," said Claudia, also with a smile. "He always dressed very soberly, even 
when he was still expected to take over the family business."
"It's just as well I didn't," said Joachim. "My ideas of fair business practice 
would have lost our firm everything we had in two years. You and Arnulf would be 
lucky to have a cottage of your own, much less this house."
He spoke lightly  or at least lightly for him  but Arnulf gave him a look that 
just managed not to be a scowl. There had been an argument here, I thought, 
perhaps accusations of immorality on one side and accusations of being 
hopelessly unworldly on the other, that still festered after more than fifteen 
years.
"He's been such an excellent Royal Chaplain," put in King Haimeric, "that we in 
Yurt, at any rate, are very glad he did become a priest."
"You wouldn't want to try your hand at the family trade one more time, Joachim," 
asked Arnulf breezily, "perhaps arrange a trade for me while all of you are in 
Xantium?"
He spoke as though it were a joke, but Joachim took it seriously. "No." He shot 
his brother an intense look. "I gave up all worldly commerce when I entered the 
seminary."
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The topic was dropped there, and Claudia asked Ascelin about his principality as 
she poured us all tea. The prince shook off the air of watchfulness that had 
hung about him for the last hour and answered graciously. She seemed very well 
informed about everyone in our party. The chaplain must have written his brother 
about all the people in Yurt, I thought, and I felt at a disadvantage that he 
had never told us nearly as much about the people here.
After lunch, Claudia went off with the children, and Arnulf took us on a tour of 
his grounds. As we came through the flowering orchard, I thought that we would 
be many miles away when the cherries were ripe.
Arnulf s foreman came up to him with a question as we were being shown a pasture 
where fine horses grazed beyond a white fence. The lord of the manor excused 
himself and went, taking Joachim with them.
"listen carefully," said Ascelin as soon as they were out of earshot. "We have 
to get out of here as soon as we can."
This was the same surprise to the others that it had been to me.
"Don't you think everyone here is just a little nervous, having the chaplain 
home again after so long?" asked the king when Ascelin tried to explain his 
instinctive feeling that something was about to happen. "You heard them at 
lunch; he must have left after some sort of quarrel that they're all trying hard 
to forget."
"And if something here is about to explode," said Dominic, "we'd be cowards to 
run away."
"I think Ascelin's right," said Hugo with a frown. "It could be any number of 
dreadful dungs. Arnulf, after all, trades with the East, where the women grow 
fur on their bodies down to their knees and have two-foot tails, and where 
enormous horned snakes guard the pepper groves."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Ascelin. But Dominic nodded soberly. 'The 
boy has a point.
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It's one thing to flee a human enemy, another a monster."
I, too, was about to protest, to tell Hugo that he knew perfectly well that the 
women of the East were not furry, that he himself had suggested to me that his 
father was surrounded by dancing girls. But then he gave me a broad wink and I 
stopped in time.
"We couldn't leave anyway," said King Haimeric. The servants have our bags and, 
down in the stables, they're reshoeing our horses. Why don't we just ask Arnulf 
ifhe has any problems on which he'd like our help?"
"All right," said Ascelin, "but I still want to leave as soon as our horses are 
ready. We should all stay close together. "That means you, too, Hugo. I wish the 
chaplain hadn't gone off with him."
We moved in a group in the direction that Arnulf and his foreman had gone. I 
thought irrelevantly that anyone seeing us would assume we had become so 
accustomed to each other's company while traveling together that we could not 
now bear to be separated.
But we did not find the lord of the manor. "Sire," I said to the king, "tell the 
others about the bandits, about how they were apparently expecting to find 
something in that silk caravan. I can search more quickly by using magic."
I left them sitting on a pasture fence and hurried back toward the house. 
Enormous horned snakes or not, I wished the chaplain had not gone off with 
Arnulf.
I found him, unexpectedly, not with the lord of the manor but with the lady. 
Claudia sat on a bench under a tree in the garden, singing and playing a lute, 
while Joachim sat at her feet, his dark eyes fixed on her face.
Surrounded by the colors and scents of a spring garden, dappled with the 
sunlight that made its way through the young leaves overhead, they seemed caught 
in a song of heart-wrenching beauty, where the afternoons were endless and the 
dailiness of ordinary life was so far away to be non-existent. And then I 
listened to the words. "So kiss me as you
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say good-bye," sang Claudia. "Kiss me and ask not the reason why. But my heart 
shall take an eagle's wing, away to fly."
I froze, caught between feeling I should slip away without disturbing them and 
feeling that I must stop this at once.
But Joachim smiled and motioned me to join them. Claudia looked up from her 
lute, saw me, and stopped in the middle of a word.
"Please go on," said Joachim. "I'd forgotten how well you sing."
Flustered, Claudia started again, but a completely different song. This was a 
seafaring tune about courage and shipwreck.
I let the melody wash over me while I probed with magic for Arnulf. I found him 
in the stables  either supervising the reshoeing of our horses, I thought with 
Ascelin's suspicions, or else making sure we could not leave.
"Excuse me, my lady," I said abruptly when Claudia came to the end of the song. 
"We've all been wondering, perhaps you can tell me. Why did you and your husband 
ask our chaplain to come visit you now?"
Joachim frowned at my rudeness. But Claudia seemed too delighted that I had not 
asked her what she meant by singing love songs to a priest  and her husband's 
brother at that  to mind. "Its something to do with our trade caravans," she 
said lightly. "We have, of course, hoped for years that Joachim would come home 
to visit, but there's some business matter that made it especially urgent now. 
Arnulf can explain it to you, I'm sure; I never pay much attention to business 
myself."
"Maybe you should," said Joachim, but looking at me rather than her.
"You never did," she said softly.
"But you never had any intention of becoming a priest," he said with a smile, 
scrambling to his feet, "or, in your case, a nun."
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As he and I walked back toward the others, I wondered uneasily if Arnulf knew 
all the time what his wife was doing.
If he meant harm to us, he certainly treated us well in the meantime. Our horses 
were still not ready at the end of the day, but the first of our clothes came 
back clean from the laundry. Ascelin went white when we returned to our rooms 
and found our armor and weapons gone, but Arnulfs constable reassured him that 
they had just been taken away to have the rust polished off and the edges 
sharpened. Even our boots were gone to be resoled.
After another luxurious meal, Arnulf invited us into his study while Claudia 
supervised preparing the children for bed. Candlelight gleamed on polished wood 
and brass. I scanned the shelves quickly, looking for books of magic, but saw 
mostly account books, books of history and geography, and some literature. A 
bright fire took the chill from the spring evening.
"Joachim tells me you're wondering why I asked him to come home now after all 
these years," said Arnulf, stretching out his long legs. In the candlelight, the 
brothers looked more alike than ever. "I hadn't meant to worry the rest of you 
with this, but maybe I could use your help."
"What's disappearing into thin air?" asked Ascelin intensely. He had gotten this 
from me.
"Wait, wait," said Arnulf cheerfully. At least he and Joachim sounded different. 
"If I'm going to tell you about this, I'd better start at the beginning." "And 
what's that?"
Arnulf was more than willing to answer. He had in fact, I thought, brought us to 
his study specifically to tell us. I wondered abruptly if anything he said was 
his real concern or if he had created a story to distract us from something 
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"It's believed," began Arnulf, "and this, I must stress, is only a rumor, that 
King Solomon's Pearl has been found again."
IV
If the story was created for our benefit, at least the Pearl had not been, for 
King Haimeric seemed to have heard of it. "But I didn't think it could be 
found," the king said slowly. "I'd always heard that it had been hidden inside a 
golden box, inside a sealed amphora, inside a locked cabinet, inside a sunken 
ship, in the deepest rift of the Outer Sea."
"That's right," said Arnulf, "hidden by the Ifriti a thousand years ago. But if 
an Ifrit had hidden it in the sea, he might be able to find it again. And the 
story I have heard is that it is now somewhere in the East and that someone has 
located its hiding place."
"And what is this Pearl?" asked Hugo.
"Since no one has seen it for a thousand years," said Arnulf slowly, "we have 
only story and legend. But the legend is that it is an enormous, flawless black 
pearl, permeated from its creation with the forces that shaped the earth, and 
which the Queen of Sheba brought to King Solomon as a wedding gift. Something of 
such perfection, something of such historical significance, would always be 
beyond price.
"But there is more. King Solomon, it is said, imbued this Pearl with all his 
wisdom and magic. It gives power to those who hold it, so that they will always 
prosper, that their setbacks will be only temporary, and they will in the end 
find their hearts' desire."
The room was silent for a moment except for the crackling of the fire. The 
candle flames were reflected in the absolute black of the windows.
"But if it's so priceless," said Hugo at last, "why doesn't the royal Son of 
David still have it?"
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'The Captivity of Babylon," said Joachim. I wondered how much of this he had 
already heard.
Arnulf nodded. "Exactly. The Sons of David after Solomon long had the Pearl, but 
when their city was sacked and the Children of Abraham were taken as slaves to 
Babylon, the Pearl was lost to them."
This doesn't sound like a very reliable magical object to me," I said, "if it 
let them all be enslaved."
'It's years since I heard about it," said King Haimeric slowly. "But my 
impression was that the Pearl was stolen from the royal treasury and that 
Babylon attacked shortly thereafter."
"The Bible tells us," commented Joachim, "that King Zedekiah had broken his 
covenant with the Lord."
"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 spells, 
something carrying both enormous powers and a fatal flaw....
"Solomon himself," Arnulf continued, "in all 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 all 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 
all 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 fell 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 
still wondering if any of the magic I knew would be at all 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 tell 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. 
All 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 all have to deal with them. Why, 
just last fall, when I wasn't more than a week's ride from here, I was set upon 
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bandits, though the knights with me fought them off successfully.
"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 all and, 
if so, they probably follow 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 tell 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 
all gathered together in his room  all 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 spell attached to it is still a natural object and the spell 
itself is hard to recognize unless it's actually active."
'If he's got it," said Dominic, who had been very
quiet all 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 virtually threw out all 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 still left of his own will."
"What do you mean?' I asked. Joachim had still 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 all 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.
"Well, 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 well 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 tell you now. But didn't you ever wonder why the king of Yurt grew to be 
an old man without marrying?'
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"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 well 
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 still alive. After your father was killed 
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 all those jewels back to Yurt when he died, of course, but all 
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. All 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 all 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 pulled up to reveal a whole busy world beneath. But I felt reticent to 
ask him more and, if we were all 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 all along that I was in 
love with die queen. If so,
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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 still 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 
spell 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 all his party vanished 
abruptly, as abruptly as those caravans. Unless they were all Killed 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 spells very unlike anything we normally 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
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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 tall prince looked dubious but nodded. "I still think we should stay 
watchful."
We all jumped when a sharp rap came on the door. It opened to reveal Arnulf and 
Joachim.
"I just wanted to make sure you were all set for the evening," said the lord of 
the manor with a smile. "All 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 bell in the hall you can ring if you need anything. Sleep 
well!"
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 volleyball with Arnulf s children.
I had never seen Joachim play volleyball 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 recall him doing anything 
I would have called playing. But now he and his niece were matched against the 
two boys, using a low, child-sized net over which he towered.
"All right, we're all 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 compelled to do in the circumstances.
"Why did your brother really 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.
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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 really does have the power to make 
its owner prosper, he wouldn't be losing all 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 really 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."
"Well, most merchants don't," I said, speaking from my own experience.
"Maybe not, but merchant families who live like aristocrats  which we certainly 
always did  have households like aristocrats and that includes chaplains. My 
father always employed a chaplain and, of course, Claudia herself is from an 
aristocratic background. But the chapel in the house is now closed up and they 
have to go to town for church service  if they go at all."
'They don't keep a wizard, either," I said. "Even some of the smaller City 
merchants employ wizards." The sharp business practices which Joachim had felt 
he could not follow at least did not include using illusion to improve the 
quality of the merchandise.
But Joachim wasn't interested in wizards. "It was not Arnulfs idea to dismiss 
his chaplain," he said. "It was the Lady Claudia's." He abruptly stopped looking 
concerned. "You know, Daimbert, if I had decided to
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stay here, it would have been because of Claudia. But service to God took 
precedence, of course. It may not be a very humble thought, but I have wondered 
once or twice if the reason why she dismissed their chaplain, when they got 
married five years later, was some sort of oblique attack on the priesthood that 
had taken me."
His eyes looked slightly ashamed but still highly amused at his own thoughts. 
The queen had worried that the king might come back changed from his experiences 
in the Holy Land. We weren't more than six weeks out of Yurt, but so far, so 
many new sides of people's personalities were being revealed that the royal 
court might not even recognize us  assuming, of course, we reached home again.
If Joachim thought that the Lady Claudia was trying to make up for lost time now 
that he was here again, he didn't say so. I wondered if her singing had all been 
quite innocent and if I had an impure mind to imagine otherwise.
Hugo had asked Arnulf to let him look at some of the books in his study. He 
found the full story of King Solomon's Pearl there, and he entertained us all at 
lunch with other accounts he had found of creatures who lived in distant 
countries.
I wondered, listening to him, how much of it he really believed or to what 
extent he was teasing Dominic, who took it all very seriously. "And did you 
know," said Hugo, his eyes bright with excitement, "that if you go around to the 
far side of the world the people there all have enormous feet and toes so that 
they can cling to the earth and not fall off?"
"Don't be silly," said Ascelin, but as though he was thinking of something else. 
"You can't fall off the earth. Besides, there's nothing but the Outer Sea on the 
far side of the globe."
It was hard to tell how many of the travelers' tales Hugo had picked up were 
real and how much
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imagination. Much worse monsters than anything he described could and did live 
in the northern continent of wild magic, even though I did not think they 
frequently visited the East  or at least hoped not. Ifriu' were real, but I was 
not nearly as sure about the people whose faces were in their bellies. Amulf, 
who must have had excellent information about the East, made no attempt to 
contradict Hugo on anything.
But this thought gave me another. I had been assuming that Arnulf must make the 
journey east regularly, but maybe if one were a very wealthy merchant one did 
not, relying instead on one's agents. If he had been personally attacked and his 
caravans were beginning to disappear, he might well prefer to send someone else 
 such as us  than to go himself.
The next morning, our horses were finally ready, our clothes all clean, our 
boots resoled, our armor and harnesses polished. The air seemed sultry for this 
early in the summer as we mounted our horses in the wide courtyard.
"We were delighted to have you all," said Arnulf genially. "Be sure to stop here 
again on your way home."
The Lady Claudia came out of the house at the last minute, carrying a small 
foil-wrapped parcel that looked, from the way she held it, heavy for its size. 
Paying no attention to anyone else, she walked up to Joachim's horse.
"I want you to have this," she said in a low voice, not meeting his eyes.
"What is it?" he asked with a smile.
"It's a present. But don't open it yet. Wait to open it until you're far from 
here."
I had a sudden dreadful suspicion of what that small package contained.
Joachim shrugged and unbuckled his saddlebag to slide it in on top of his Bible. 
He took Claudia's hand affectionately for a moment, but I did not see him look 
back as we all rode out a moment later.
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I, however, glanced back over my shoulder to see the Lady Claudia, looking quite 
small in the spacious court of her manor house, waving her handkerchief after 
us.
There were rumblings of thunder in the distance as we headed back toward the 
great eastern route. "Do you have your weather spells ready, Wizard?" Dominic 
asked.
Normally, I didn't like to use weather spells. Any magic, no matter how trivial, 
has far-ranging effects and to change the weather for any reason less than 
protecting the crop from hail had never seemed very responsible. But I didn't 
want to get soaked to the skin any more than Dominic did. I pulled up my horse 
and shaped a few spells in the Hidden Language to move the densest of the clouds 
a little further away from us.
The sun came out above us though the air stayed damp, and the darkness over much 
of the landscape gave the sunlight an artificial quality. I was about to hurry 
to catch up to the others when I realized that Ascelin was standing beside me.
"What do you think, Wizard," he asked, his blue eyes intent. "Are we carrying 
the Black Pearl now?"
We both looked toward Joachim, riding with the others a few hundred yards ahead. 
It seemed horribly likely.
"But why would Claudia give it to us to take back to the East?" I asked.
"Maybe she wanted to get it out of their house before its curse affected her 
family. Or, maybe, knowing its powers for good were so strong, she wanted to 
give it to a man she loved more than her husband."
I thought that Ascelin would have to tell Prince Paul some of the stories of his 
vivid imagination  assuming we made it home to Yurt. "If so," I said, "why 
didn't Arnulf object?"
"He may not have realized what it was."
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If Ascelin could guess, Arnulf would certainly have guessed  unless he had 
deliberately had his wife try to renew her earlier friendship with Joachim for 
the express purpose of getting that package into his saddlebag. I immediately 
thought of several other "presents" Claudia might have given the chaplain, 
including a love potion to make him return to her or a deadly viper sealed in a 
ceramic vase ready to leap out and bite him when he broke the seal. More 
prosaically, the package could have held a miniature portrait of her in a marble 
frame or even a new Bible. But I did not think so.
"We have to make him open it right away," said Ascelin.
"We can't 'make' the chaplain do anything," I said. "But I'll certainly ask him 
about it."
The others had stopped and were waiting for us. As Ascelin and I hurried to 
catch up, I wondered how I should ask to see a present I was sure was highly 
significant and highly dangerous.
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"She said to wait to open it until we were far from there," Joachim told me. "We 
aren't far away yet."
His comment was quite reasonable if Claudia had given him a portrait of herself, 
quite unreasonable if it was actually the Black Pearl  or some other dangerous 
magic object that Arnulf wanted us to take into the East for reasons of his own.
I tried probing with magic to see inside Joachim's saddlebag. A variation on the 
far-seeing spell would allow me  or so I hoped  to peek inside the 
foil-wrapped parcel. Unfortunately, it was completely dark inside. Delicate 
magical probing from the outside wasn't going to tell me much, other than that 
whatever was in there was not alive. Not a viper then, I tried to reassure 
myself, and certainly not an Ifrit.
By evening, the thunderstorm had moved off, though the air stayed damp. We sat 
around our fire eating Ascelins cooking again. Joachim's brother had sent along 
a bag of rice as well as replenishing our other supplies, and Ascelin had made a 
fairly successful stab at cooking it. I wondered how rude it would actually be 
to open Joachim's present behind his back. Unfortunately, die answer seemed to 
be very rude.
But the more I thought about it, no matter what Ascelin believed, the more I 
doubted it was King Solomons Pearl. In fact, I wasn't even sure there really
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were rumors that the Pearl had been found again or if Arnulf had dragged up some 
old story to distract us from whatever real rumors might be running through the 
East. In that case, he might indeed have found whatever the bandits had been 
looking for in the silk caravan and have had his wife try to renew the flames of 
old passion with Joachim so that the chaplain would take a package from her 
without any suspicion of what it really contained.
But here I came back to the original problem, that we were carrying an unknown 
magical object, and the wizard, me, who should have been able to deal with it, 
was held back by friendship and politeness from doing so.
I looked off toward the east. We were in an area of low, rolling hills, but in 
the rain-washed evening air a line of distant mountains marched along the 
horizon. Ascelin and the king had the maps out and were discussing the route.
'The main road cuts south toward the Central Sea," said Ascelin, "but it really 
is shorter to cross the mountains into the eastern kingdoms and come down to the 
sea on the far side. That way we also avoid the most dangerous part of the sea 
voyage. Arnulf recommended we come this way, and I probably would have anyway. 
I've hunted in these mountains and know the passes."
"But will the passes be open yet or will they still be snow-bound?"
'They should all be open except for the highest, and we won't need to take the 
highest. The lowest pass, in fact, is also the shortest route  it's directly 
east of here. It's not used very much, but that's only because the road is so 
narrow at points."
The king contemplated the map a moment. "I know Warin, the king of this kingdom. 
I wrote him this winter to say that I was going on a quest to the East and he 
wrote back to be sure to stop and see him. He,
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too, had heard the rumors about the blue rose. He agrees with you about the 
mountain passes, by the way."
"My father telephoned us from King Warin s castle on his way to the Holy Land," 
put in Hugo.
"Since everyone seems to agree we should go that way," said the king, "it sounds 
as though we must!"
"I know King Warin, too," said Ascelin.
I came over to look at the map myself, suddenly realizing that I knew the Royal 
Wizard of this kingdom. Elerius, three years ahead of me at the wizards' school 
and, it was rumored, the best student the school had ever had, had become Royal 
Wizard here when he graduated. I hadn't been in contact with him in several 
years, but I assumed he was still here. In spite of its somewhat isolated 
location, the kingdom was reputed to be enormously wealthy, with gold and jewels 
from mountain mines.
Elerius might well have heard of the Black Pearl, I thought. And I could use the 
castle telephone to call the wizards' school. Magic telephones were still scarce 
over in this part of the western kingdoms, and although Arnulf had one, I had 
felt highly reluctant to call the school to check on his story with him right 
there.
We rode east for three days, the snow-capped mountain peaks coming closer each 
day. The landscape around us became uneven, cut with unexpected ravines. The 
hills were flinty with little topsoil and the few villages we passed seemed to 
live entirely from grape-growing. The men working among the vines gave us sharp 
looks but did not wave. Joachim still showed no indication of opening his 
present, and I didn't like to press him.
We stopped at our second pilgrimage church, one listed in the appendix of 
Joachims book because it was not on the main pilgrimage route, although 
apparently it had been highly regarded for fifteen hundred years.
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As we came over a rise, we saw before us a small, octagonal church made of white 
marble, with the fluted columns of a structure built in the later days of the 
Empire. But as we came closer, we saw that what I had first thought was the 
entire church was, in fact, only the upper storey; and below it was another 
structure, this one made of rough, dark stone with tiny windows in the style of 
churches built in the chaotic years that followed the breakup of the Empire.
This can't be right," said Hugo. "How could they have built the earlier building 
second?"
"Wait until you see the whole thing," said Joachim with a smile.
"You mean we haven't yet?"
As we rode closer, we saw that the dark stone structure we had thought was the 
church's lower storey was, in fact, built on top of another church, this one 
highly decorated with elaborate carvings; that under this was another level 
where the stonework was smooth and polished, the stained-glass windows tall and 
pointed; and that at the very bottom was a fifth church built in the modern 
assymetrical style where, even though the walls had to be very thick to support 
the levels above, there were still broad expanses of glass, and dark red stones 
had been set into the white walls to make abstract designs. The whole 
five-storey church was sunk into a wide hole in the ground.
"It used to be on a little hill," said Joachim, enjoying our surprise. "The hill 
was made mostly of small stones and the stones became popular among pilgrims, as 
souvenirs of their visit  and even, for those of simple faith, holy relics in 
their own right. Soon the hill disappeared, leaving the original church standing 
well above the new ground level. So the priests here decided to add a new 
church, under the old one." He swung down from his horse and picked up a loose 
stone himself. The process was repeated three more times."
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We visited all five levels and Joachim talked to the priests there. I tried to 
contemplate how many pilgrims it must have taken to wear away a hole as big as 
the one in which the church now sat. There's a major pilgrimage here every 
Midsummer," said Joachim, consulting his book, "and two other smaller religious 
festivals. The hills are covered with the tents of the pious at Midsummer as far 
as two miles away."
I had also not really appreciated before how relatively scarce wizards were in 
the western kingdoms compared to priests. The latter would be found in every 
village, in isolated churches like this one, and in every  or nearly every  
aristocratic court, whereas even a large kingdom might have only a handful of 
wizards. The king, too, took a stone when we left.
Toward the end of our third day of riding east, we saw an enormous castle rising 
before us at the very base of the mountains. Dozens of towers and turrets rose 
above high walls that encircled not just the castle itself but all the hilltops 
around it. Those walls, pierced with arrowslits and guarded by towers at every 
corner, must have been at least a mile long. I had once assumed the royal castle 
of Yurt was a good example of an impregnable castle built for war, but this 
journey was showing me I was mistaken.
We zigzagged up a steep approach beneath those walls, but the gates before us 
stood wide and welcoming. Tell your king that King Haimeric of Yurt is here to 
visit him," the king told the armed guardsman who met us. Although a second 
guardsman immediately stepped up to take his place as the first went off with 
the message, he showed no sign of attacking us and instead gave us an interested 
look.
King Warm, word came back almost immediately, would be happy to receive us. We 
passed through the wall, up another zigzag stretch so steep we had to lead the 
horses, then across a bridge over a deep and narrow ditch and through another 
set of gates into the
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castle itself. We were then led through the courtyard, where servants took the 
horses, and into the great hall.
The hall was about the same size as the great hall in Yurt, but there the 
comparison stopped. The outer castle walls may have been dark granite, but the 
interior walls of this room were green marble, set with semi-precious stones 
that flashed in the light of the magic lamps. Even the flooring was marble. It 
seemed very cold, I told myself in loyalty to Yurt.
King Warin was seated on his throne on the far side, surrounded by liveried 
attendants. They backed away, bowing, as we approached, but six liveried knights 
remained close to the throne. Talking to the king was a man dressed in black and 
silver whom I took to be the Royal Chancellor. The king lifted his grizzled head 
as we came up. He had an enormous ring on his forefinger, and the cloak thrown 
across his shoulder was made of wolfskin.
I expected him to frown at us in august majesty, but instead he rose to meet us 
with a smile. The knights stepped forward with him. "Haimeric! It's been years. 
I should have known the rumors about a blue rose would bring you out of that 
little kingdom of yours. And you," with a pleased look at Ascelin, "I know as 
well. You helped me when those undead creatures invaded my kingdom many years 
ago. Prince Ascelin, that's it."
I glanced around surreptitiously as we were introduced, wondering where his 
wizard might be. But when I asked, King Warin told me what I should have 
expected. "We don't have a wizard right now, I'm afraid."
"What happened to Elerius?"
"He left nearly a year ago," King Warin said regretfully. "Another kingdom 
closer to the City needed a new Royal Wizard, and the teachers of your school 
recommended him. We were terribly sorry to lose him, but I don't think my 
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challenges for him any more. You knew him, I gather?"
"I knew him when we were in school together," I said, thinking that Yurt still 
seemed to have plenty of challenges for me.
"He really was extremely good," Warin continued reminiscently. "I think that's 
why we haven't been satisfied with any of the other young wizards the school has 
tried sending out. Did you know, Haimeric, he installed our telephone system 
within three days of taking up his post? And then," with a laugh, "he apologized 
for taking so long, saying that if he had taken more courses in the technical 
division it would have taken only two!"
It had taken me six months, not three days, to get the telephone system working 
in Yurt and then we had ended up with telephones unlike anyone else's. 
Fortunately, King Haimeric did not mention this.
"Maybe you can help us, Wizard," added Warin thoughtfully.
For a second I felt again the cold majesty I thought I had sensed when we first 
came in, but which his friendly manner had belied. As a wizard, I was highly 
sensitive to mood and partially concealed thoughts, but I was also highly 
sensitive to my own imagination.
"Just after Elerius left, a group of pilgrims stopped here. They had a wizard 
with them. He left something he said was a special message for another wizard. 
So far, none of the new wizards whom the school has tried sending us has been 
able to read it  part of the reason we decided not to keep any of them. Maybe 
you can; I'm sure Haimeric wouldn't keep an incompetent wizard!"
This was clearly meant to be a joke, but I took it seriously. "I'll have a 
look," I said as casually as I could.
King Warin kfted one hand in a lazy gesture and his dour chancellor, who had 
been hovering just at the edge of our circle, hurried away. I was immediately 
convinced that the group of pilgrims had been Sir
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Hugo's party and that the wizard who had left the magic message was Evrard.
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The chancellor returned with a box so black it seemed to absorb the light from 
the magic lamps. 'Til need a little privacy for my spells," I said with what I 
hoped was calm dignity. If it actually was a message from Evrard, I wanted to 
read it before anyone else. And if it took a while to figure out the spells, no 
matter what wizard had left it, I didn't want an attentive audience.
The chancellor led me to a small parlor opening off the great hall. I probed 
carefully, trying to find what kind of spell permeated this box. No way to open 
it, not even a seam, was visible.
I had over the years grown to distrust my sudden convictions, which tended to be 
wrong most of the time. Evrard, I told myself, still wasn't a good enough wizard 
to have created a message that several highly qualified graduates from the 
school couldn't read. Of course, the alternative was that some truly incompetent 
wizard had tried to leave a message and had only made something unreadable.
Abruptly, I caught a glimpse of a spell I understood. It was a very simple 
spell, so simple, in fact, that I had almost overlooked it while probing for 
something more complicated. I said a handful of words in the Hidden Language and 
a seam suddenly appeared all around the box. The lid slowly opened. Inside was a 
parchment scroll, written on both sides in incomprehensible symbols and 
combinations of letters. But when I said a few more words, they scurried across 
the page and shaped themselves into a clear message.
It was from Evrard after all.
"Beware, any wizard who reads this," it began.
toward the great hall. Our party i, talking to King Warm and his
I
was still stand chancellor.
"You are in danger of your life." Could this be one of Evrard's jokes? "King 
Warm, I think, is a sorcerer. Last night I saw unmistakeable evidence that he is 
dabbling in the black arts."
I looked toward the hall again and met King Warin's eyes across a space of 
twenty yards. They were almost unbearably cold and seemed to bore straight 
through to my bones.
I tore my eyes back to the message. "We have also just heard some very strange 
rumors coming out of the East. King Warm, I think, knows more about them than he 
wishes to say. This is not a good place for a young wizard."
That was it except for Evrard's signature. I said a few quick words in the 
Hidden Language, the letters of the message rescrambled themselves, the lid of 
the box slammed shut, and even the seam that marked the opening disappeared.
I took two deep breaths and squared my shoulders, then walked back into the 
great hall.
"I'm afraid it really is an unreadable message," I said, handing the box to the 
chancellor. "No wonder none of the young wizards from the school had any luck 
with it The wizard who created it seems to have gotten his spells wrong. The one 
thing I could determine from it, sire," turning to King Haimeric, "was it was 
left here by Sir Hugo's wizard."
That's right," he said in high good humor. "We were just hearing how his parry 
had stopped here."
"You all remember Evrard," I said, "from when he served as ducal wizard of Yurt 
that one summer. I think he's developed into a fairly good wizard, but he always 
used to like improvising new spells and not all of them worked." I apologized 
silently to Evrard for impugning his abilities. He would understand.
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Ascelin, who had spent our whole visit to Arnulf deeply suspicious, now laughed 
reminiscendy. In diis castle he appeared to find nodiing to fear. "Well, his 
rather unorthodox magic gave me the excuse I needed to woo my lady die duchess," 
he said.
I looked at King Warin from die corner of my eye. Could he really be a sorcerer? 
He was certainly no wizard and, as far as I could tell from a few delicate 
spells diat I hoped he wouldn't notice, he didn't even have as much magical 
training as most carnival magicians. But diere was somediing about him, a latent 
power, a suggestion diat he might be appreciably older than his grizzled hair 
would indicate, diat could mean diat here was someone who knew just enough of 
the Hidden Language to take himself and those around him into deadly danger.
Although he was talking animatedly widi Hugo about his fadier's visit, he seemed 
to feel my eyes on him for he turned his head just enough to meet my glance. His 
smile reached nowhere near his eyes.
His chancellor slipped away to arrange accommodations for us. A whole maze of 
chambers, passages and stairs led off die great hall. This castle, I drought, 
had been built and added to for centuries. We ended up in a large chamber with 
more than a dozen beds intended, I expected, to put up die knights of a visiting 
dignitary.
I was relieved to see diat our saddlebags had already been brought into die room 
and diat die corner of Claudia's foil-wrapped present was just visible under the 
flap of Joachim's bag. At diis point, whatever it contained, I did not want to 
lose it.
In spite of die marble floor and the heavy, silk-worked tapestries on the walls, 
die wide room felt grim. The fire burning at one side seemed to cast no heat. 
King Warin was wealdiier dian Joachim's family could ever imagine being, but 
there was nodiing here of die sybaritic feel of die Lady Claudia's guest 
chambers.
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"I think Warm's as old as I am," said the king, "but he looks at least twenty 
years younger. The air must be healdiy diis close to die mountains!"
I had anodier explanation, but I didn't want to voice it here. And if King Warin 
was a sorcerer who dabbled in black magic, what did diat say about die man who 
had been his Royal Wizard for twelve years?
We were served dinner in die middle of die great hall, widi no odier members of 
Warm's court mere except his ever-present chancellor and die stony-faced knights 
ranged behind die king. The platters and even the bowls by our places for bits 
of rind and bone were made of heavily worked silver. Not only did Warin not have 
a Royal Wizard, he didn't seem to have a Royal Chaplain, either. King Haimeric 
talked as we ate about the blue rose, which I had been surprised to hear Warin 
knew about, as nodiing about diis casde suggested a rose fancier. Then die king 
moved on to die topic of die Black Pearl.
"King Solomon's Pearl?" said Warin, widi diat same good humor and openness 
floating on top of a bitter cold which only I seemed to feel. "I certainly 
haven't heard anydiing about it, aldiough since die main trade routes all run 
west of here, rumors from the East wouldn't reach me quickly. After all, die 
mountains are full of bandits so the luxury caravans stay well clear if tiiey 
can."
Evrard, I diought, had heard here "very strange" rumors coming out of die East.
"In feet, I'm not sure I ever knew anydiing about the Pearl, beyond diat old 
legend that die caliph had had it hidden in die sea, what wouldit be, a good 
millennium ago."
"Well, we've heard enough stories diat it's been found again," I put in, "that 
I'd like to call die wizards' school to see if they have any more accurate 
information. Would it be possible, sir, to use your telephone diis evening?"
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"Of course, of course," said Warin, the perfect host. "Ask them, too, when that 
new wizard they promised me is likely to arrive!"
Several young wizards sent back as unsuitable  especially since one or all of 
them would have told the school about Evrard's message  would be good enough 
reason for the Master of the school not to send Warin any more. That is, I 
thought, unless Elerius had told them the king was not a sorcerer, just someone 
with very high standards for his employees.
I would very much have liked to ask the school about Elerius, but when the dour 
chancellor led me to the telephone room, he showed no sign of leaving. He leaned 
against the wall, his arms folded and his eyes on me, as I waited for someone to 
answer. I could see the telephone in the wizards' school, a tiny image in the 
view screen. Elerius might have installed the phone here in three days, I 
reminded myself, but I had been the first wizard to invent a far-seeing 
attachment for telephones.
A young wizard answered, and in a few more minutes I was talking to the school's 
librarian. "I need all the information you have about King Solomon s Pearl," I 
told him. "How soon do you think I could get it?"
He seemed surprised. 'Is that the Pearl that was hidden in the sea all those 
centuries ago? I'm not sure we have very much on it."
"I need whatever you have, especially information about its powers and 
attributes."
I had hoped the librarian could give me the information immediately, or at least 
by tomorrow morning, and my heart sank when he said he hoped to have something 
for me within twenty-four hours. "Oh, yes, that will be fine," I said as 
unconcernedly as I could. I should have realized that it would take a while to 
find references to an old story that had come to an end a thousand years ago. I 
didn't like spending another day in this castle, but once we crossed the
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mountains into the eastern kingdoms we might not have access to any more 
telephones at all. "Let me talk to Zahlfast."
"So you're in Elerius's former kingdom?" my old teacher asked me a minute later. 
"Evrard and his party got there, too, we hear."
"That's right," I said, glancing at the chancellor. I hoped Zahlfast could see 
him in his own view screen. "He even tried to leave some sort of magical message 
here, but it's all garbled."
Zahlfast opened his mouth and closed it again. "I gather the king there has been 
spoiled by Elerius for any other young wizard," he said after a very short 
pause. "He still wants a Royal Wizard, so we'll have to see if there's an 
experienced wizard somewhere who'd jump at the chance of serving in such a 
wealthy kingdom, even if it is somewhat isolated."
There was no way to speak directly, mind to mind, over the telephone. I tried to 
read in Zahlfast's face whether he thought the king here might really be a 
sorcerer or if it was all Evrard's imagination, but such information was too 
complicated to be conveyed by facial expressions.
The librarian tells me you've been asking him about some of the old stories," 
Zahlfast continued. "If Evrard has disappeared due to old stories coming to 
life, we'll have to reconsider the efficacy of modern, organized magic."
As a joke, it was a fairly weak attempt ZahHast, I thought, must really be 
worried. I wondered if he had any information about the Pearl that he didn't 
dare tell me.
"Give my greetings to the Master," I said inanely and rang off.
The rest of our party had already gone to our wide, cold room. "Did the 
telephone work well, Wizard?" the king asked. "I'll ask Warin tomorrow if I can 
call the queen."
I nodded and drew Ascelin to one side. I had not yet told anyone my suspicions. 
"You knew the king here,
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years ago," I said quietly. Tell me: do you trust him?"
"I don't trust very many people in this kingdom," said Ascelin with a glance 
toward the others, "and all of them are in this room."
I took a deep breath. So his ease in the great hall had been a facade for King 
Warm's benefit  it had certainly been good enough to fool me. "When you hunted 
here, you helped track down undead creatures made of hair and bone. Did you have 
any suspicion that King Warin helped make them?"
Ascelin s eyes narrowed, but he slowly shook his head. "Those were made by an 
old magician and he got away. The king was just delighted to have the creatures 
out of his kingdom."
Ascelin's distrust was general, then, not tied to any specific knowledge of King 
Warin. "Just curious," I said and told him no more. Unfortunately, I knew Evrard 
was capable of making jokes in highly dubious taste.
King Haimeric was pleased to have an excuse to visit with his old friend Warin 
for another day, especially since we had been dodging rain ever since Arnulfs 
house. This time, Ascelin did not let the weapons out of our room, and he 
polished off the few rusty spots that had appeared in the last four days himself 
 but then King Warin's staff showed no sign of being as helpful as Arnulfs.
The phone call from the wizards' school came while we were at dinner. The king 
had been talking again about the Black Pearl, discussing our visit with Arnulf 
much more openly than I would have preferred, but I didn't dare leave the school 
waiting while I tried to shift the conversation. This time, the chancellor did 
not accompany me but stayed at the table.
"I don't have a lot," the librarian said apologetically. "It is a fascinating 
story, but there's very little to it." I listened as he told the story of King 
Solomon's Pearl, essentially as we had already heard it from Joachim's
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brother and as Hugo had found it in Arnulfs books. 'The accounts stress that it 
would become enormously dangerous if used from base motives. I've asked around 
the school," he finished, "and no one here has heard that it's been found."
"Has anyone talked to the merchants down in the City to see if they've heard 
such rumors?"
"I haven't," he said in surprise. "Why would merchants have information on 
magical objects not known to the wizards' school?"
Though set in the middle of the great City, the white-spired wizards' school had 
always held itself somewhat aloof from the City's concerns. "All right," I said. 
'Thank you." So Arnulf was, as I had thought, trying to distract us from 
something else and I couldn't even imagine what that might be.
"Well, it's always interesting to be asked about something different for a 
change," said the librarian. He looked down at the heavy volume he held in his 
hands. "This is one of the books that used to belong to Melecherius, and I 
expect I'm the first person to have it off the shelf since he died. . . ." He 
flipped to the sign-out slip tucked in the back and then said in surprise, "No, 
I'm wrong. It was checked out five years ago by Elerius."
I didn't have time to wonder, in the brief moments I might still have to speak 
without being overheard, why Elerius had been interested in the Black Pearl. "Is 
Zahlfast available?" I asked instead.
While waiting impatiently for him to come to the phone, I kept listening for a 
step in the corridor, for King Warin's chancellor to overhear my conversation.
"You should know by now that we don't like wizards calling us up all the time 
for advice," Zahlfast began irritably when I finally saw him in the view screen.
But I interrupted. "Quick. Do you know what was in the message that Evrard left 
here?"
"Of course I do," he said in surprise. I saw his eyes
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flick past my shoulder and I looked back involuntarily myself, but there was no 
one else in the room. "Three extremely promising young wizards in a row have 
come back to the City in disgrace and told us about it. You'd think that someone 
would have had the sense to change the spells so that the message was something 
innocuous, rather than making the lame excuse that they couldn't read it and 
then getting themselves dismissed for incompetence."
I hadn't thought of changing the spells either, being too startled by the 
content of the message.
"We don't like to tell young wizards very much about their new posts," he 
continued, "because it's better if they can work everything out on their own, 
but this time it looks like we'd better. That kingdom is much too critically 
placed, just below the passes into the eastern kingdoms, not to have had a Royal 
Wizard for a year."
"Did you ask Elerius about it?" I hoped my end of the conversation was bland 
enough that, even if die chancellor was lurking just outside the door, he would 
find nothing in it to pass on to his master.
"Of course we did, the first time a young wizard returned to the school with a 
wild story of sorcerers." Zahlfast unexpectedly smiled. "So you're wondering 
yourself whether to believe it? Don't worry about it. Elerius told us it was a 
complete fabrication. I thought you knew Evrard well enough yourself to realize 
that he has a rather odd sense of humor sometimes."
Yesterday, I had thought Zahlfast worried. Today, he did not seem worried at 
all. I was also irritated with him for having sent me in search of Evrard and 
yet not telling me the one solid piece of information they had, that Evrard had 
felt his party was in danger long before they reached the Holy Land.
But they had reached the Holy Land safely. King Warin was a dead end for the 
purposes of our quest.
'The librarian's told me about this Black Pearl,"
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Zahlfast continued with another smile. "Keep your eyes open in the East. I must 
say it all sounds rather farfetched, but if it is real and has been found, the 
school will need to acquire it. A highly charged magical object like that would 
be very dangerous except in the hands of skilled and thoroughly trained 
wizards."
I heard at last the step I had been straining for. The dour-faced chancellor 
looked around the corner. "Excuse me, but the others are ready for dessert and 
wondered if you were going to eat any more of the main dish."
I quickly said good-bye to Zahlfast and returned to the great hall, wondering 
why I should believe in my bones a message which both Zahlfast and Elerius had 
dismissed. All I had against the word of a wizard who had lived here twelve 
years was the strange contrast I kept feeling between Warm's surface politeness 
and something underneath, and the fact that King Haimeric had thought he had 
aged rather slowly.
Well, King Haimeric had been sick for several years, a decade ago, so he might 
not be a good basis for comparison himself. And Warin had certainly put his 
youthful years behind him. If one were going to make a pact with the devil, I 
thought, it would be more sensible to ask for youth than for middle age.
Conversation at the table had shifted in my absence to Dominic's father, who had 
apparently spent a few weeks in this kingdom fifty years ago, on his way east. 
King Warin looked at me as I pulled out my chair.
"The school doesn't know much about the Black Pearl, either," I said with my 
best attempt at cheerful normalcy. From what Warin had said earlier, Elerius did 
not seem to have passed along whatever he had learned about the Pearl to his 
employer. I therefore did not mention that he had read the school's books on the 
topic several years earlier. 'Thanks for waiting dessert for me."
"Your father was a remarkable man," Warin said to
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Dominic, picking up the conversation where I had interrupted "You look a little 
like him. Prince Dominic could outwrestle any man living, won the heart of every 
woman between the ages of twelve and eighty, and feared nothing, either in this 
world or the next."
"I didn't know your father was named Dominic too," said Hugo.
"You're named for your father," said Dominic. "Why shouldn't I be named for 
mine?"
Dessert was iced lemon pudding, not what I would have chosen for a chilly 
evening even if I had been hungry. As I ate slowly, taking no part in the 
conversation, I wondered again how Elerius could have lived here for years and 
never felt what I now sensed about his king. There had been, I remembered, 
rather strange and contradictory stories about Elerius's background and 
parentage. Could he perhaps have been a sorcerers son, this particular 
sorcerer's son?
I licked my spoon and pushed the thought determinedly away. I was getting as bad 
as Ascelin.
Ill
We prepared to leave King Warm's castle the next morning, but just as we were 
saddling our horses, the chancellor came into the courtyard to tell me I had 
another telephone call. As I followed him inside, I wondered if the school had 
found some further information, but the face in the view-screen was that of 
Elerius.
I was so surprised to see him it took me a moment to find my voice. But he spoke 
briskly and cheerfully. "So, you're in my old kingdom, I hear! I gather King 
Warin is still waiting for a new wizard from the school. like to change 
kingdoms, Daimbert?"
He said it as a joke, which I hoped was not intended as an insult. He looked at 
me from tawny hazel eyes
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under rather disconcerting sharply peaked black eyebrows. I took a breath and 
started to ask him what he knew about the Black Pearl, but he interrupted me.
"I heard you're looking for young Evrard," he said, "and I realized I have some 
information that may help. I was in the East last year on private business and I 
spotted him across a crowd although I don't think he saw me  a red-headed 
wizard is hard to miss!"
"Where was this?"
"In the Holy City. There were rumors flying throughout the city that Noah's Ark 
had been found after all these centuries, somewhere far to the south, near the 
emirate of Bahdroc. They must have heard the rumors. Maybe the emirate was where 
Evrard and his employer have gone." An expression I could not define flitted 
across Elerius's face as he spoke; I decided it must be embarrassment to admit 
that he himself had been in the Holy Land.
"We know they reached the Holy City," I said in excitement, "and their last 
message was that they were going south. That must be why. What do you think? 
Could there be any truth in the rumor? And have you heard the stories that King 
Solomons Pearl has been found?"
"Delightful stories but, I'm afraid, highly unlikely," said Elerius lightly. 
"Give my regards to King Warin." He rang off.
East of King Warm's castle, the road along which his chancellor directed us 
became narrow and much rougher. We found ourselves climbing slowly but steadily 
in great arcs across a slope where a few scattered sheep grazed, but there was 
no sign of human habitation. At one point two rangy dogs came racing after us, 
but they slunk off when Whirlwind leveled a kick at them.
I decided to try again to persuade Joachim to open his present from Claudia  
that is, if his saddlebag still
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contained that present, if Warin had not stolen it and substituted something 
else. I had had enough time to imagine several more things it might be, such as 
the money to pay Arnulfs agents, which he did not dare send any other way now 
that bandits were becoming more frequent, or a special magic bottle designed to 
capture an Ifrit.
But I had voiced none of my fears to the chaplain. In fact, I realized I had 
spoken to him very little since we left his brother's house. I wanted to know 
why Claudia had been singing love songs to him and if he really thought it all 
as innocuous as he appeared to. Since I didn't know how to ask this, I had said 
nothing else, either.
"When we're a week away," Joachim told me when I finally broached the question 
again, "then I'll open it. Why are you so interested anyway?"
I hesitated a minute, then decided he had the right to know. "Ascelin thinks she 
gave you King Solomon's Pearl."
We were riding two abreast on the narrow road, our saddles creaking and my 
harness bells jingling. Joachim looked at me incredulously, then came very close 
to laughing. "No wonder you're so curious," he said. "But I already told you: if 
Arnulf had something that would grant his heart's desire, he wouldn't be losing 
his caravans. And he would certainly not allow his wife to give it to someone 
else."
"Well, I don't think it's the Pearl, either," I said. "But what could it be? 
Maybe Arnulf has some complicated and dangerous transaction he needs to have 
taken care of in the East and he's sent the materials to do it along with us. 
Since you refused categorically to transact any business for him, maybe he's 
hoping that this way you'll be tricked into doing so. Or maybe," I paused for a 
second, then pushed on, "Claudia has given you a love potion."
Joachim smiled. 'That would make no sense. She's known since I left for seminary 
that I didn't love her. And she's a married woman, my own sister-in-law."
r
It was a good thing, I thought and not for the first time, that he was a priest. 
"But it has to be something?
"All right, Daimbert," said the chaplain indulgently. 'Tour days' ride may be 
far enough away. I'll open it this evening and you can help me in case it's 
something dangerous and magical."
I was now immediately convinced that it was something completely prosaic, but I 
didn't say so. I would find out for certain soon enough.
What had looked like the top of the slope as we climbed upwards turned out to 
be, when we finally paused to rest the horses, only a short level area before 
stony crags began to rise again. The road before us disappeared into a defile 
overhung with forested cliffs.
But Dominic was looking back in the direction we had come, not forward. "What a 
view!" he said.
It was, indeed, quite a view of the western kingdoms, out across green hills and 
patches of woodland to wide pastures far beyond. The air was clear and we could 
see for countless miles. The land was scattered with compact villages in the 
blue distance. Far below us, finally looking small, was Warin s royal castle.
'This is it," said Dominic cheerfully. The next castles we see will be in the 
eastern kingdoms."
I realized with a start that, somehow without my noticing it, Dominic had 
changed. I had always thought of him as a rather hard and surly person, but I 
could remember no signs of surliness for the last few weeks. Maybe being in 
motion, rather than sitting around a royal castle where he wasn't even royal 
heir anymore, was what he had needed, in which case we should have sent him off 
on a quest years ago. Or maybe being clubbed on the back of die head by a bandit 
had knocked some good humor into him.
This thought, however, gave me another. I looked ahead with concern. The narrow 
road looked like an excellent place for bandits.
We continued onward, on a road so rough and
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pocked with holes that clearly no one had worked on it this spring. "King Warin 
has been neglecting his responsibilities," commented Ascelin darkly. "His 
kingdom goes all the way up to the pass."
In some places we had to go single file as the road swung sharply around a 
corner or climbed so steeply that a lather broke out along our mounts' withers. 
But it was beautiful in a wild way, the rocks around us shaped by water and wind 
into grotesque formations, dark evergreens clinging to the slope with roots like 
giant, deformed fingers. Repeatedly, it seemed that we must have reached a dead 
end at last, and repeatedly the road slipped around a rock and continued on and 
up.
For two hours I kept alert for bandits, probing constantly with magic but 
finding no other human minds. I checked behind us as well as ahead, not trusting 
King Warin not to send his own knights after us.
But after two hours, worn out from constant spells, I stopped. One couldn't live 
like this, on the jagged edge of suspicion. We had come out above the first, 
steepest area and Ascelin told us we were making good progress toward the pass. 
A desolate meadow stretched relatively level for a half mile in front of us. 
With the road temporarily wide enough to ride abreast, I pulled my mare even 
with Whirlwind.
I was tired of thinking about the Black Pearl and the Lady Claudia. "Have you 
ever been in the eastern kingdoms before?" I asked Dominic. "I never have; the 
school's sphere of influence really stops at these mountains."
"I've meant to come here for years but, somehow, I never have either," said 
Dominic. "Ever since you wizards stopped all the wars in the western kingdoms, 
young aristocrats have had to cross the mountains if we want to see any 
fighting. You know, of course, that's how my father was killed. I grew up with 
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honor that way; by the time I was old enough to make my own decisions, I started 
feeling too responsible as royal heir of Yurt to follow his footsteps."
"Well, I certainly hope we don't run into any wars," I said. "We're on 
pilgrimage."
"And that's part of the reason I'm glad we're coming this way," continued 
Dominic. "You heard King Warin talking about how everyone always admired my 
father. Well, I've been hearing some variation of that story all my life. Maybe 
it was partly fear that I wouldn't measure up to him that kept me at home, but 
now that I'm traveling east at last I don't feel jealous of him so much as I 
want to learn more about him. My father is buried in a pilgrimage church east of 
the mountains. Neither Mother nor I ever visited his grave."
We definitely should have sent Dominic on a quest years ago.
"I don't think, even if we run into a war, they'll bother some harmless 
pilgrims," he said. "But I must admit it gives our trip a little excitement, a 
little spice even, which I'm afraid Yurt misses most of the time."
"I'm interested in meeting the wizards east of the mountains," I said. "I assume 
they practice essentially the same magic as in the western kingdoms, rather than 
what the mages of the real East use. The book I brought along on eastern magic 
doesn't include anything west of Xantium. But the magic of the eastern kingdoms 
may be closer to the old magic of earth and herbs than to modern school magic."
At this point, the road narrowed once more; again evergreens and rocky cliffs 
hung above us. I dropped in behind Dominic, keeping my mares nose well back from 
Whirlwind's heels.
I was thinking about the eastern kingdoms, wondering why the wizards' school had 
never tried to influence them, when I heard a sudden grunt before me. I looked 
up in disbelief as Whirlwind reared, screaming. There were not one but two men 
on his back.
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Someone had Dominic around the throat and was trying to wrestle him off and keep 
his own seat. This must be what he meant by excitement and spice.
Hugo and Ascelin turned sharply around and raced back to Dominic's aid, their 
swords out. I madly tried to shape a spell that would bind only one of the 
wildly thrashing men before me  if Dominic fell off, his own stallion would 
trample him.
"Hang on, Dominic!" bellowed Ascelin. "I've got the scum now!" He had the bandit 
by one leg and was tugging. Hugo had seized Whirlwind's reins and tried to hold 
him down.
The men before me had sorted themselves out enough that, in two more seconds, I 
would have had a binding spell working, when I heard another grunt and thump.
"Stop!" came a ringing voice. We all stopped and looked, even the bandit trying 
to choke Dominic. A second man was behind Joachim on the chaplain's horse, an 
arm across his chest and a knife at his throat. "Drop your swords or the priest 
dies."
Ascelin and Hugo turned very slowly and dropped their swords. The bandit behind 
Dominic jerked the prince's sword from the sheath and sent it clattering to the 
ground.
"All of you!" yelled the bandit at King Hairneric. "And you, Wizard, don't even 
think of starting one of your spells."
"I am unarmed," said the king. "I am on pilgrimage."
I doubted this would make much impact. I sat my horse as though paralyzed while 
a third bandit appeared out of the trees and yanked the king's and my cloaks 
back to look for weapons. I tried to give Joachim a look of encouragement, but 
his eyes were cast down and his lips moving. His horse kept shifting and he was 
having trouble controlling it without moving his head even slightly.
I didn't dare try any spells. Bound or paralyzed, the
bandit behind Joachim might cut his throat as he fell from the horse; a flash of 
light or a clap of thunder could make him jerk die blade. I didn't dare try 
turning him into a frog for the same reason.
I should have known at once that the lord of the red sandstone castle was not a 
real bandit. These men were ragged, weather-worn, filthy, and one of them was 
missing an eye.
"Get down, all of you!" said the first bandit. Dominic was now sitting slack 
before him, and the bandit had managed to gather up the reins. "We're taking 
your horses. Move!"
There didn't seem to be any alternative. We all dismounted, Dominic managing to 
slide down on his own though rubbing his neck.
"Where's your money?" yelled the bandit leader.
"In my saddlebag," said King Haimeric. The bandit jerked the bag open and pulled 
out a small jingling pouch with satisfaction. The king didn't mention that that 
was only a fraction of the money we had, as all of us had other pouches tucked 
into our belts.
The third bandit, who had collected everyone's swords, now gathered up all the 
reins and tied the horses together single file. He mounted my mare. "Don't try 
to follow us!"
The leader kicked Whirlwind into motion. All the horses surged forward, Joachim 
still mounted and still held hostage.
With a great clatter of hooves, they disappeared up the road ahead of us and 
around an outcropping of rock. I flew after them, not daring to let them get 
away while they still had Joachim.
As I rounded the outcropping, I saw a dark figure lying stretched across the 
road. Paying no attention to our horses disappearing again around the next rock, 
I dropped to the ground beside the chaplain.
'Joachim! Say something! Are you all right? Did they hurt you?"
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The chaplain, to my intense relief, started to sit up. "I've had all the breath 
knocked out of me. The bandit said something about me not being the one they 
wanted after all and tossed me off."
Thank God you're alive," I started to say, then stopped short. Joachim hesitated 
when almost sitting, then slumped again to the ground. A crimson stain spread 
rapidly across the collar of his vestments.
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The others ran up behind me. Ascelin dropped to his knees, pulled the knife from 
his boot, and sliced the cloth away from Joachims neck. A jagged cut was oozing 
blood.
'It's a vein, not an artery," he said over his shoulder. "But he's losing blood 
fast." He held the edges of the wound together and tried to apply pressure.
"A good thing it's not an artery," commented Hugo. "You can't very well put a 
tourniquet around someone's neck."
I found the remark distinctly unamusing and so did Ascelin. "Start a fire," he 
told Hugo, "and go find some water. You'll have to boil it. Well, I don't care! 
Use your armor if you have to."
Joachim lay perfectly still, his eyes closed and face white. Blood kept oozing 
from his neck as fast as Ascelin wiped it away. In a few minutes, though it 
seemed like hours, Hugo returned from having found a spring among the rocks, 
carrying water in his breastplate. He lit a fire with the flint and steel at his 
belt and, without a word but with a loud sigh, balanced the breastplate over it 
to have all the shiny finish scorched and darkened.
"I'm supposed to be a hunter," said Ascelin bitterly. "I should have known 
better than to lead us straight into ambush. Trust bandits to grab the one man 
who couldn't protect himself."
"I think they wanted Arnulf, not the chaplain,"
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commented Hugo, adding twigs to his fire. "These must be the same bandits who 
attacked him last fall."
"Shall we try to get him back down the mountain?" said Dominic when the water 
had boiled and Ascelin carefully cleaned the chaplain's wound. "I could carry 
him." The blood had finally stopped flowing, but Joachim had not opened his eyes 
again.
"It's too late in the day," said Ascelin. "It would take us hours to get to the 
castle, and I hate to move him at att."
"And I don't trust King Warin," I said. "He must have told those bandits we were 
coming. This road's used little enough that it wouldn't be worth their while 
waiting for stray travelers." I thought but didn't say that if Elerius had 
wanted more challenges here he should have tried getting rid of the bandits  
unless Warin liked them.
King Haimeric looked at me in real distress, but Ascelin nodded. "We'll spend 
the night here. The chaplain's in shock from loss of blood and must have 
something to eat. Try to keep him warm and give him water if he wakes up. I'm 
going hunting."
He had lost his sword but still had his bow, slung over his shoulder. He strung 
it and strode away, leaving the rest of us looking at each other wide-eyed.
The air was wanner than the ground. I used a lifting spell to raise Joachim 
about a foot and then we wrapped our cloaks around him while the sun sank toward 
the western horizon below us. Dominic and Hugo gathered more wood to keep our 
fire blazing hot. With what little attention I had left from keeping my lifting 
spell going, I kept probing to see if the bandits were coming back. We would be 
helpless, except for my magic, if they did.
But the first mind I sensed approaching was Ascelin: he had shot three rabbits. 
Joachim opened his eyes at last and said something so softly I couldn't hear. I 
bent over to listen, then realized he was apologizing for giving us so much 
trouble.
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I adjusted my spell to sit him up at an angle so that he could eat a little 
rabbit once Ascelin had skinned and roasted them. Everyone on the mountain, I 
thought, would see our light and know we were here.
But, with our horses and all our baggage, the bandits might well have all they 
wanted of us. I took a bite of rabbit myself, so hot it scorched both my fingers 
and my tongue, and was surprised to discover how hungry I was.
It was now full dark. "I'm going for a doctor," said Ascelin, rising to his 
feet. "All my ointments are gone with our baggage and I don't like the looks of 
that wound." We started to object that it was too late, but he shook his head. 
"I've got eyes like a cat. There has to be a village somewhere on this mountain 
with a competent doctor. Don't expect me before morning." He was gone with a 
rattle of loose gravel under his boots before anyone could speak again.
It was a long night Maintaining the lifting spell required all my concentration, 
especially as I became more and more tired. The others took turns watching and 
feeding the fire. At one point Joachim woke up again and started to speak very 
softly. I tried to respond but found it too difficult to talk and work magic at 
the same time. Then it became clear that he didn't really need a response, that 
he was telling of events that had happened long, long ago, when he was still the 
oldest son of a merchant in the luxury trade, before he had even thought of 
becoming a priest. I hoped he would tell me these stories again some time when I 
could listen properly.
In die darkest, stillest part of the night he suddenly said, much more clearly 
than he had said anything for some time, "You can let me down, Daimbert. I'm 
very grateful for your help, but you're exhausted, and man is not sustained by 
magic alone."
I was too tired to argue. I set him down with cloaks both under and over him, 
got him some water, and fell
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immediately into sleep so deep as to be untroubled by visions or dreams.
Several hours later I was awakened by the sound of his voice. It was still soft, 
but it had changed indescribably.
I pushed myself to a sitting position. It was shortly before dawn and, although 
I could see our campsite clearly, everything looked unreal and slightly ill. On 
the far side of the fire, Dominic nodded at me, but the king and Hugo were 
huddled together under a single
cloak.
"It's no use, Claudia," said Joachim, very quietly. His eyes were closed; his 
chest was rising and falling rapidly. "I wish you wouldn't cry. This is hard 
enough for me as it is. You'll always be in my prayers."
I jerked around, fully awake. Yellowish blood was seeping from under the bandage 
on Joachim's neck and his face was flushed. I put my hand on his; he patted it 
with his other hand. "There, I knew you'd understand. I've been called to the 
service of God. It is a great and terrible calling, and there is only one way to 
answer."
"He's becoming delirious," I said to Dominic. "I wish Ascelin and the doctor 
would hurry."
Dominic brought me some water in the belt buckle we were using for a cup. 
Joachim managed to drink it, though he gave me a puzzled look. He might not even 
recognize me.
Ascelin finally returned in mid-morning, haggard and accompanied by a shriveled 
little man on horseback. "All right, you promised me the second half of my fee 
as soon as we arrived," he said even before dismounting. Ascelin scowled but 
paid him.
"All right," said the doctor somewhat less reluctantly. 'Is this the patient? 
What have you all been doing, fighting with other ruffians? You'd think a priest 
would know better than to get involved with the likes of you."
Ascelin shook his head at us behind the doctor's
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back. This looked like a conversation they had already had several times on the 
way up the mountain.
"All right, let's see this wound." The doctor peeled away the bandage with 
practiced fingers. Joachim winced as he touched the spot but kept his eyes 
closed "Infected, as I feared. And I don't need to tell you about infection this 
close to the brain. The knife was certainly dirty, possibly even poisoned, 
though I doubt it." He seemed almost to be enjoying himself as he poked around 
in his saddlebag for various ointments. "A good thing you thought to clean the 
wound right away or he might be dead already."
I stared at him. "He's not  he's not going to die, is he?"
The doctor glanced up at me from smearing something out of a jar into the wound. 
"You're a wizard, aren't you? All right, maybe you should try some of your 
magic. I think I've done afl that medicine can do." He rose briskly, rebuckled 
his saddlebag, and mounted.
'Thank you for coming," said Ascelin somewhat tardily as the doctor rode away.
I grabbed the tall prince by the arm. "He's not going to die, is he?" I asked 
again, more desperately.
"I hope not," said Ascelin in a low voice. "I just wish those bandits hadn't 
gotten everything. What I don't know is whether they intended to kill him as 
well as steal the Black Pearl from him, or whether they sliced his throat 
essentially by accident. I did manage to buy a few things in the village." I 
realized then that he was holding a kettle, packed with blankets and food. "You 
can have your breastplate back, Hugo."
I sat down again by Joachim and took his hand. He did not respond. "Tlease don't 
die," I told him. The doctor might speak brightly of using wizardry, but magic 
had never had much effect over the earth's natural cycles, over sickness and 
health, birth and death.
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Ascelin rolled up in one of the new blankets and fell asleep at once. "I'm 
sorry, sire," said Dominic to the king. "I should have kept a better eye out for 
bandits. This is my own fault."
It was, in fact, mine for giving up on my spells too soon. For that matter, if I 
had marked all our possessions with some sort of magic mark, I might be able to 
track them now  that is, if I dared leave Joachim.
"It's not your fault," said King Haimeric, "but it may be mine for allowing the 
chaplain to accompany us without even a breastplate to protect him. But in a day 
or two, when he's better, we'll continue, either forward over the mountains or 
back into the western kingdoms. And then we'll get some new supplies. You 
remember I insisted we bring along four times as much money as you and Ascelin 
seem to have thought we'd need, so we still have plenty. We weren't going to 
want our heavy clothes much longer anyway."
If Warin had sent the bandits after us, I thought, they might have been looking 
specifically for Claudia's present. They were welcome to it. I was now convinced 
that it was something carrying a great curse, something that she had 
understandably wanted to get away from her children and which had then called 
down an attack on us.
I watched Joachim's face, wondering if his were a healthy or unhealthy sleep and 
how long it would take for the doctor's ointments to take effect. I could keep 
the rain away with weather spells, but I wasn't sure what else I could do. The 
herbal spells known to be reliable against disease had all been turned over to 
the doctors generations ago.
Dominic scrambled to his feet. "I'm going to try to find Whirlwind."
"But you'll be walking into deadly danger!" protested the king.
"If they can ambush me, I can ambush them," said
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the prince with a grim smile. "Come on, Hugo. We'll track them together."
The king shot me a worried look but said nothing further. He and I watched them 
disappear; then everything was again quiet, except for a bird singing cheerfully 
far down the 1 "
An hour went by, two hours. Ascelin was still asleep. I didn't know if it was 
good or bad for Dominic and Hugo to have been gone this long.
"Daimbert." I heard a faint voice behind me.
I swung back around to the chaplain, between fear and hope. His dark eyes looked 
nearly normal.
"Daimbert, do you know any of the psalms?"
"Well, not really," I stammered. "But  there's the one you often read at Sunday 
service in chapel, the one with "Hiou shalt not be afraid' in the middle."
"That's the one," he said, his eyes shut again. "Please say it for me."
I said it slowly, trying to remember all the words correctly. "He that dwelleth 
in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the 
Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God; in 
Him will I trust.... Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for 
the arrow that flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; 
nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday."
The chaplain smiled a little when I had finished, but he did not open his eyes. 
"That's better. I should not be afraid to meet God."
"But Joachim! You're not dying. The doctor was here and put some ointment on 
your wound to heal the infection."
He nodded, a very slight motion of his head. "My
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mind had been wandering a little, but I remember now. Tell the others not to go 
after the bandits; I have forgiven them. It is good to have my mind clear again, 
to be able to repent of my sins while there is still time. I assume there is no 
priest on this mountain to say the rites, but you can pray for me."
Jesus Christ. I put my face in my hands. If he truly thought he was dying, I 
couldn't argue with him. I tried praying, but the saints do not normally listen 
to wizards, especially those filled not with purity and contrition but with fury 
and despair.
My thoughts were broken by the clatter of hooves and the long blast of a horn. I 
leaped up, ready to defend the chaplain with every spell I had or my bare hands 
if necessary.
But it was not the bandits. It was Dominic and Hugo.
"We found the horses, sire!" cried Hugo excitedly, lowering his horn. "We kept 
on following the tracks and, after a few miles, Dominic tried whistling and his 
stallion whinnied back!"
"I don't think they know much about horses," added Dominic with a chuckle* "Look 
at the condition they're in!" The horses' hair was dark and caked with sweat. 
'They hadn't even unsaddled them, just turned them loose after rifling the 
luggage. We saw no sign of the bandits themselves. Come on, Whirlwind, come on," 
rubbing his stallion good-naturedly between the eyes. "You probably taught them 
a thing or two about high-strung horses, didn't you?"
Even the packhorses were there. Ascelin was awake now; the rest of us pulled the 
saddles and packs from the horses to see what might be left, while Dominic began 
rubbing them down. Though he was not as excited as Hugo, from the way he held 
his shoulders he was even more pleased and proud.
There was a surprising amount still in the luggage. Most of the food was gone, 
as were some of the
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cooking pots and spare clothes. But as well as Melecherius on Eastern Magic, the 
bandits had left the tents, the rice, the maps, the lanterns, the ropes and 
supplies for the horses, the king's spare eyeglasses, some of the blankets, and 
virtually everything in the chaplain's saddlebag. The foil-wrapped present was 
gone, but his Bible and crucifix and the pilgrim's guide were still there.
"Those were real bandits, all right," said Ascelin, "but it certainly seems as 
though they were looking for something specific. They've taken the food and 
money, of course, but beyond that they didn't really care."
I supped the crucifix into Joachim's still hands. He was asleep, having 
apparently not heard the horses. I leafed through his Bible and found the right 
psalm. I didn't seem to have gotten more than a few of the words wrong.
"Did you try cooking the chicken I brought up from the village?" asked Ascelin. 
"You didn't?" He shook his head, smiling. "Since I have to do everything on this 
quest myself, I'm not sure why I even bothered to bring the rest of you along. 
I'm going to make the chaplain some soup. I think I'll put rice in it."
Everyone but me seemed in a surprisingly good mood. Hugo whistled as he got out 
his bag of polishing sand and started trying to get the black off his armor.
"I wonder if these men were looking for the same thing those first bandits were 
looking for," said the king. But I no longer cared. Joachim was sail breathing 
steadily. I read him several psalms in case he could hear me.
"I guess we'd better wake him," said Ascelin at last. "He needs nourishment to 
get his strength back, and the soup's ready."
I touched him gently on the cheek. His skin was burning hot. "Come on, Joachim, 
wake up. You know how good Ascelin s soup is. Wake up."
He continued to breathe, but there was no other response. I tried moving his 
hand, with no better luck.
"Ascelin," I said, hearing the panic in my own voice, "he won't wake up."
The prince had found his own wound ointments in the luggage. He eased the 
bandage off again and frowned at the wound. The edges of the cut skin were 
turned back and black; between them, the flesh was green.
"Well, the doctor already tried this ointment," Ascelin said, "but, perhaps, if 
we used this other one"
But I was gone, flying down the hillside. My only thought was that I must find 
herbs, must find them at once. Thanks to what I had learned from my predecessor, 
the old retired Royal Wizard of Yurt, I knew more herbal magic than most 
school-trained wizards. Modern magic was a magic of air and light, but the old 
natural magic of earth and herbs, magic that relied on the innate properties of 
objects, was the only magic short of pacts with the devil that could break 
through the cycle of life and death.
I realized I had no idea where I was going and stopped, hovering in midair. I 
could see King Warm's castle far below, but I certainly wasn't going there. Off 
to one side, partly hidden by the slope of the hill, were the closely packed 
roofs of a village that must be where Ascelin had found the doctor. Well, his 
medicine had already proven ineffective.
Beyond the village on a little rise were the scattered white crosses of a 
cemetery. Joachim would not even have a pilgrimage church like Dominic's father. 
Tomorrow we would bury him there on that hill.
This was such a terrible thought that it started me flying again, though I 
stopped when I realized I was still flying madly, without direction. I dropped 
down into a meadow, where the sheep gave me somewhat puzzled looks, and forced 
myself to look calmly and rationally at plants.
I saw no plants that I recognized as having medicinal
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qualities, but there were plenty here that did not grow on the hills of Yurt I 
tried to remember my wizardly predecessor, dead almost eight years now, and the 
lessons he had taught me in recognizing a plant's properties.
I closed my eyes and hovered on the edge of magic's four dimensions, slowly 
turning the flow of magic with the powerful syllables of the Hidden Language. I 
opened my eyes and picked a plant at random to probe with magic. This one seemed 
to have no useful properties at all. I tried another, this with a yellow flower. 
As near as I could tell, it might be useful in cases of muscle strain. A third 
would sicken chickens, and the fourth sicken cows.
It was late in the afternoon when I flew back up the mountain carrying a double 
handful of a blue-flowered plant. If I remembered the old wizard's lessons 
correctly, it should be good against fever and infection. But the sheep seemed 
to like it, for I could find very few specimens and those were eaten almost down 
to the ground. The search for whole plants had seemed interminable. As I hurried 
back to our campsite, I feared I was already too late.
The others looked at me soberly as I dropped into their midst. "He's still 
alive," said Ascelin, "but he's still
unconscious.
I already knew he was alive; the first thing I had looked for was whether they 
had covered his face.
"We've been taking turns reading the Bible," said the king.
"Boil these up," I said to Ascelin, pushing my precious plants into his hands. 
"It's the last thing I can think of to do."
In a few minutes, I packed the hot, wet plants onto Joachim's throat. They 
steamed and he twitched a little, but I could see no immediate change. Not 
wanting to lose any of their efficacy, assuming they had
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any, I propped Joachim up and slowly dripped into his mouth the water in which 
the plants were boiled.
The rest of us ate Ascelin's chicken soup, leaving a little simmering at the 
edge of the fire in case die chaplain woke up. It felt depressing and demeaning 
that we, as humans, were so bound by our physical bodies that in the middle of 
crises of life and death we still had to eat.
We pitched the tents, and I lifted Joachim gently with magic to carry him in out 
of the wind and cool air. His skin was not as hot as it had been earlier, but I 
did not dare guess whether this was due to the fever breaking or the chill of 
death setting in.
I sat next to him, listening to his breathing, while it slowly grew dark 
outside. Joachim had saved my life my first year in Yurt. If I couldn't save 
his, aU my wizardry was worthless, of no more value than a handful of brass 
coins. For the first time, I thought I understood why a wizard might plunge into 
black magic, mix the supernatural into his own spells with all of black magic's 
powers to reverse natural laws, even if it meant the loss of his soul.
Hugo put his head into the tent. 'Til watch with him for a while. Why don't you 
get some sleep?"
"I can't sleep anyway. But come in if you want." I mentally forgave him for his 
remark about the tourniquet
Hugo came in, dropping the tent flap behind him, and settled down next to me. 
"I'm sorry he's sick," he said after a moment.
"Yes," I said because there didn't seem to be anything else to say. We sat 
quietly for several minutes.
"You and the chaplain have been good friends," said Hugo at last. There was a 
curious intimacy of sitting near him in the dark, hearing his breath but not 
able to see him. "I didn't think wizards and priests were friends very often."
'They're not," I said. When the silence began to stretch out again, I forced 
myself to say more. Hugo,
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without his normal bravado and bantering manner, seemed very young and 
vulnerable; I did not want to dismiss him with monosyllabic answers. "Wizards 
and priests follow different sets of laws and gain power from very different 
sources. But Joachim and I have been friends since a short time after I became 
Royal Wizard of Yurt  even though I started our acquaintance by suspecting him 
of ev2."
"I think Father Joachim was always different from most priests." I didn't like 
the way Hugo put it in the past tense but made a sound of assent. "He was 
already Royal Chaplain of Yurt back when I was being trained in knighthood," he 
went on, "but at the time I didn't pay much attention. I think I've always 
assumed someone would become a priest only if he didn't have the courage or the 
manhood to become anything else. My own fathers chaplain is well-meaning and 
fussy. But the Royal Chaplain is different. He always thinks he's right, like 
all priests, and wants everyone else to have the same opinion he does, but it's 
still not the same."
I said nothing but let him continue.
"He doesn't just preach about morality but acts as though he takes it very 
seriously himself. And he's stayed brave even while dying. Do you know why he 
decided to become a priest in the first place?"
I made myself answer. "I don't think he felt he could do anything else. You met 
the Lady Claudia. She may be too old for you, but she's a stunningly beautiful 
woman, and Joachim rejected her love because he felt God had called him."
Hugo thought this over. "Ascelin said he thinks she gave him King Solomon's 
Pearl. What do you think? Do you think she still loves him? Do you think the 
bandits tried to kill him on purpose because he had itP'
"I have no idea," I said, not caring this time if I sounded dismissive.
After a few more minutes, Hugo spoke again. Our sleeves brushed as we shifted, 
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could have been disembodied minds, close together in the night with death very 
near.
"I realize," said Hugo, "that in spite of all my knighthood training I've never 
before actually seen anyone dying from wounds suffered in battle or in ambush. 
Have you?"
"I've watched someone die before," I said slowly, not liking the way he'd 
phrased the question.
"What do you think?" he persisted. 'Is it really true, what the priests tell us, 
that we go to heaven when we
die?"
'That is what they tell us. Joachim, at any rate,
seems fairly sure of it."
This time Hugo did not answer. We sat in silence for hours. At any rate, I 
assumed it was hours; I quickly lost all track of time and it began to feel that 
this night had already lasted as long as most weeks. From the sound of his 
breathing Hugo had dozed off, and I myself had to fight increasingly powerful 
waves of drowsiness. Bodies needed sleep, too, no matter who might live or die.
My mind had wandered far away, halfway between waking and dream, when a soft 
sound brought me abruptly back to full consciousness. That sound was my own 
name.
"Hugo?" I said, but Hugo was asleep. It was Joachim
who had spoken.
"Daimbert, I must apologize," he said quietly. "I'm afraid I have given you a 
great deal of trouble and worry."
I put my face down next to his. "I don't care. It would be worth any amount of 
trouble and worry if I could save you from death."
"But I'm afraid it's all for nothing," he continued. I was weak enough that, 
against my will, tears began leaking down my cheeks. I was so unhappy that it 
took me five seconds to understand what he said next. "Because it looks like I'm 
not going to die after all."
I shook Hugo awake, crying hard now for no reason at all. "light the lantern," I 
told him and "Keep your
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eyes shut," to Joachim. Hugo and I carefully lifted my herbs away from the 
wound. The cut was clean, pink, no longer infected.
Hugo scrambled out of the tent to tell the others. I broke the wad of herbs 
open, because while it was still damp in the center the outside had dried, and 
reapplied it. 'Thank God," I managed to say, although my voice no longer seemed 
to be working correctly.
"I'm afraid my mind may have wandered again for a while," said Joachim, "but I 
have a vague recollection that, somewhere through the evil dreams, I heard talk 
of chicken soup. Do you think there might still be some?"
PARTFOVR The Eastern Kitigboms
We stayed at our mountain campsite among the rocks and evergreens a week, by 
which time the cut on Joachim's throat was little more than a scab and the 
horses were getting restive. I used the time to read Melecherius on Eastern 
Magic thoroughly. Ascelin hunted and made two more trips down into the village 
to buy bread and other supplies.
The fact that no one came by in all that time, not the bandits, not the king's 
chancellor to check on stories of travelers ambushed less than a day's ride from 
the royal castle, not any other traveler, made me even more convinced than I had 
been that King Warin was behind the attack on us. King Haimeric still refused to 
distrust his old friend, but he had discovered during the week that he was 
outnumbered, four to one, with the chaplain abstaining.
I thought grimly that if they were the same bandits who had tried to attack 
Arnulf last fall, then this was why Arnulf had sent whatever was in the package 
with Joachim rather than going anywhere himself, but I did not mention this to 
the chaplain.
Ascelin and King Haimeric looked again at the maps. "With spring another week 
along, we should have even less trouble with the passes," said Ascelin.
"Dominic's not the only one who wants to go to the eastern kingdoms to visit his 
father's grave," the
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king said. "I've never been there, either."
When we started eastward again, Ascelin went first, his bow strung and ready, 
looking around with hunter's eyes at anything that could be an ambush. I rode at 
the rear, probing with magic. No one would be able to attack us by surprise this 
time.
In spite of the tension, all of us found our spirits rising just to be on the 
road again. We passed a number of narrow tracks branching off from the main 
road, which could have gone to the royal mines and could have gone to the 
bandits' hideout. The road quickly grew so steep that in several places we had 
to dismount and lead the horses.
As we climbed, I kept glancing surreptitiously at the chaplain out of the corner 
of my eye, fearing that he would find the ride too exhausting. If he did, he 
gave no sign, and in fact several times he appeared to be singing, half under 
his breath. This was the man, I reminded myself, who had thought that peril gave 
additional merit to the journey.
When the road finally leveled out, it clung halfway up the side of a gorge, with 
peaks high above us blocking out the sky and a rushing river far below. The 
stonework looked ancient, as though dating from the Empire, but the road 
appeared sound. A cold wind blew steadily through the gorge. In several places, 
waterfalls shot from the cliffs above toward the river below and the road went 
under them. As we passed beneath a solid, roaring mass of water, damp dripped 
onto our hair and gave life to vividly green ferns clinging to the rock wall, 
though on either side the cliffs were barren.
"Aren't we up to the pass yet ?" Hugo asked as the road emerged at last from the 
gorge but immediately started to zigzag upward across a dry mountain slope.
"We won't be up to the pass for two more days," said Ascelin. "And it certainly 
won't be a smooth road from then on, either."
When we stopped for the night in a hollow sheltered by evergreens, Joachim asked 
me, "Why have you been watching me all day? Afraid your wizardry might not have 
healed me fully?" There was an amused glint in the back of his dark eyes.
"I didn't heal you with wizardry," I said patiently. "Let me explain it again. 
The words of the Hidden Language by themselves have little power either to 
sicken or to heal. Certainly there are herbs, potions, compounds and the like, 
products of the earth, that will do both, and some wizards in the old days used 
to do as much with such compounds as with the real forces of magic. But nowadays 
most wizards avoid such messiness. All I did was what my predecessor in Yurt 
used to do: use the spells of wizardry to discover and, at most, augment the 
powers of growing things. Herbs' attributes can provide a shortcut or even go 
where spells do not go, but they are inherently unpredictable. I can't be nearly 
as confident about a healing herb as I could be about a modern spell."
I stopped in the middle of this academic discourse and smiled at him. "I think 
you know me well enough to realize that even my modern spells don't always work 
quite the way they're supposed to."
"I'll take my chances on the quality of your spells," he replied, with the same 
almost amused look. But then he became more sober. "I'm sorry, Daimbert, that I 
waited so long to open Claudia's present. Now you'll never know what was in it."
"It's not worth worrying about," I said. I didn't want to think any more about a 
woman who had hypocritically tried to remind her brother-in-law of her former 
love for him, just so she could give him an object so accursed it would nearly 
kill him.
But Joachim had more to say. "I hope you don't think me foolish, Daimbert, but 
in a way I was testing myself during our visit. I realized that, at some level, 
I had stayed away from my old home for so long because
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I was afraid that I might regret my decision to become a priest."
"And did you?" I asked in trepidation.
"Of course not, and that was one of the best parts of the visit. I deliberately 
spent time talking to Claudia and was pleased to find that I felt brotherly 
affection for her as my brothers wife and my niece's and nephews' mother, but 
nothing more."
"Is that why you let her sing love songs to you?"
The chaplain stretched out his long legs in front of him. I was relieved that he 
took my question with new amusement, rather than as an insult. 'The songs she 
was singing had nothing to do with me. She's very happily married to my brother. 
I'm sure any particular affection she may have had for me vanished many years 
ago."
I looked at the chaplain thoughtfully. Joachim always assumed that everyone was 
a sinner, without letting it bother him, but it occurred to me that he also 
resisted thinking real evil of someone whom he liked and trusted. I had always 
hoped that the fact that he was willing to be friends with me was an indication 
that I was really virtuous the whole time. But that he would not even consider 
the possibility that Claudia had been trying to seduce him  or at least 
persuade him with seductive hints to take a "gift" from her unquestion-ingly  
now made me wonder how deep my own virtue might actually go.
The next time we reach a place with a telephone or a pigeon loft," said Joachim, 
"I will send her a message and apologize for losing her present. I just hope it 
wasn't anything very valuable."
It grew slowly colder as we climbed during the next two days; several times 
there were patches of snow in the ditches at the side of the road as well as on 
the towering peaks above us. But late in the afternoon of the second day we 
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and looked out eastward, a stinging wind in our
Before us stretched broad green meadows, scattered with low wooden buildings and 
clumps of stunted trees. Cows grazed in the meadows and smoke rose from several 
chimneys. But we were not looking at the meadows. Instead, our eyes were drawn 
to the mountain to our left, which rose at least a mile higher than the high 
saddle on which we stood. We had caught glimpses of it as we climbed, but the 
mountain we were on had hidden its true size from us.
"The Snow Giant," said Ascelin, "and to our right is Diamond Mountain." This 
more southerly peak was scarcely lower. Storms swirled around their upper 
reaches, covering them with white mist, but suddenly a gust of wind a mile above 
us cleared the clouds away. The peaks seemed to glare down at us with the same 
unbearable cold which I had felt, on a much reduced level, in the eyes of King 
Warin.
We turned our attention then to the scene before us. The meadows, bright with 
flowers, sloped slowly down from where we stood, but several miles away the land 
started to rise sharply again, and grass gave way first to a line of dark 
evergreens and then to ice. The ops of the icy peaks were touched by pink from 
the sun behind us.
"I hope we're not going up those mountains," said the king. "I'm not sure my old 
bones would make it"
Ascelin laughed. "Don't worry, Haimeric. We're out of the western kingdoms now 
and over the pass. Our road will swing around the bases of the rest of the 
mountains we meet"
"Does the king of this kingdom have a telephone?" asked Joachim.
"We're not in a kingdom," said Ascelin. "Up here in the mountains most of the 
countries are very small  even smaller than Yurt  and are run by elected 
councils. And I'd be surprised if anyone east of the pass had a phone. They're a 
little old-fashioned here."
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"Come on," said Dominic. "Lets get down out of the wind."
For the next week we traveled through scenery so glorious that it would have 
been worth the journey by itself, yet so overwhelming that I felt exhausted from 
more than riding at the end of the day. I was constantly reminded that, while 
magic might draw on the powers that had shaped the earth, those powers were so 
immense that all the wizards who had ever lived could only move them very 
slightly.
Ascelin was right that die worst of our climbing was behind us. Our road stayed 
in the valleys, narrow or broad, beneath the peaks, or at worst worked its way 
across the grassy lower slope of a mountain. With a view that often stretched 
for miles in all directions, we worried less about a surprise attack. We passed 
a number of tiny, jade-green lakes caught in folds of the landscape, reflecting 
the peaks above them.
The first two nights we asked hospitality from farmers near the road. In return 
for a few coins, they cheerfully put us up in the haylofts in the back of their 
houses, warm with the breath of the cows beneath, and gave us cheese and 
pancakes with honey and wild strawberries for supper. At night, listening to the 
dull clang of bells as the cows moved below us, I began to relax for the first 
time since we had seen King Warm's castle rising against the sky.
At the second farm there were two little girls in starched white aprons and 
tight braids, who kept creeping up to see us and then dashing away in giggling 
excitement. Ascelin looked after them in what I considered inexplicable 
melancholy until I realized that they must remind him of his own twins.
By the third day, our road joined the first of die much more heavily used roads 
that crossed the passes further south, carrying trade and travelers between the
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eastern and western kingdoms, even though die main routes to the East were still 
to the west of the mountains. Now there were regular inns; their rooms, though 
small, were scrupulously clean and the feather-beds were nearly as soft as the 
ones in the Lady Claudia's guest rooms. Cheese seemed to be featured at every 
meal.
The second inn had a pigeon loft. The innkeeper was a little dubious about 
trying to send a pigeon message any distance, especially over the high passes. 
He warned us darkly about the difficulties of messages that had to be 
transferred several times. But Joachim sent Claudia a letter, Hugo wrote his 
mother, and both the king and Ascelin sent letters to their wives. None of them 
told me what they put on the tiny rectangles which were all the pigeons could 
carry.
After a week in the mountains, our route began, almost imperceptibly at first, 
to lead us lower and away from the highest peaks. Then we rounded the base of a 
mountain and saw before us not another mountain but a glimpse of a distant blue 
plain. Ascelin, who had been striding in the lead, stopped short.
"This is as far east as I've ever gone," he said. "We're leaving the little 
mountain republics here; once we reach the plain we'll be in the eastern 
kingdoms."
"Then we'll be leaving peaceful territory," said Hugo, "to go into a land of 
war."
"Well, almost," said Ascelin. "You have to realize that these mountains are so 
peaceful in part because all the restless young men go down to fight in the pay 
of the eastern kings."
There was a tiny church in the bend of the road. Although from the outside it 
was dark and undistinguished looking, the inside blazed with candle light on 
luxurious silk hangings and golden reliquaries. "Both those thankful to be 
coming down out of the mountains," read Joachim from his guide, "and those 
starting
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the hard and perilous climb up into them, have traditionally left a small 
offering here."
I would have been happy to stay in the mountains. As we wound down toward the 
distant plain, I once again began worrying about how to protect our parry. I had 
been brought along as a wizard to do so, but so far was rather short on success. 
In odd moments I tried to work out new variations of spells, wondering which 
ones might stop an army. Back when the wizards in the west had stopped the Black 
Wars, I thought, they had either been much more proficient at magic than I or 
else they had not had their best friends held hostage by the enemy.
As we came down the final steep slope into the eastern kingdoms, the rocky 
outcroppings on either hand yellow with gorse, we saw that die road ahead of us 
went through a massive stone gate. It was, I thought, rather useless as a gate 
because there was no wall, but as a symbol of a boundary it was very dramatic. 
It was at least twenty feet high and sprouting from the top were the carved 
stone heads of wolves.
As we approached the gate from one side I saw a dusty cloud rapidly approaching 
from the other. With a little quick magical probing, I discovered it was three 
mounted knights.
In a moment, the others saw them, too. Hugo, Dominic, and Ascelin glanced at 
each other and drew out the swords they had bought, at what they all said were 
highly inflated prices, up in the mountains.
But I said, "Wait a minute," and rode forward, shielding myself and my mare with 
what I hoped was a suitably strong protective spell. When the riders were thirty 
yards away, I acted.
I pulled out a pebble to which I had earlier attached an almost fully completed 
illusion and threw it as hard as I could. It bounced under the arch of the gate 
and turned into a dragon.
My dragon reared up, shooting fire, though the
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dramatic impact was somewhat lessened when its head passed directly through the 
stonework of the gate. The riders pulled up hard, as well they might, 
desperately circling their horses as they tried to stay on. But showing 
surprisingly good discipline, in a few seconds they dropped back and raised 
their spears.
I was ready for those, too. I used magic to jerk their spears in quick 
succession from their hands and sent the weapons arching harmlessly away. They 
reached for their swords, with a presence of mind I admired, but I bellowed, 
"Stop!" in a voice amplified by magic.
Dissolving my dragon into a shower of sparks, I rode slowly forward, one empty 
hand raised before me. They had certainly stopped. Following King Warm's 
example, I tried to pierce them with my eyes, at the same time adding a few 
strengthening details to the spell that surrounded me.
"What do you mean, Wizard, trying to enter this kingdom with an act of 
undeclared war?" demanded the leader of the knights before me.
"I am not at war with anyone," I said with dignity. "We are peaceful pilgrims. 
But when I saw armed men galloping to attack my party, I felt I must act at once 
to protect us."
The knights looked at my cloak, embroidered with the cross, then past me to the 
others. "You're armed men yourselves, in spite of your pilgrim's tokens."
"Only in self-defense," I said. "We were recently set upon by bandits who nearly 
killed our chaplain."
The leader looked at me thoughtfully. I decided not to try to look honest and 
trustworthy for fear it would appear an unconvincing mask. 'If you mean no 
harm," he then yelled to the rest of the party from Yurt, "put up your swords 
and approach slowly."
King Haimeric, I was pleased to see, kicked his horse forward immediately and 
the others were forced to follow. We all met under the arch of the gate where my 
dragon had stood a moment before.
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"We are, as my wizard told you, simply pilgrims," said the king. "You can see 
I'm not even wearing a sword myself. At the moment we're making for the Church 
of the Holy Twins."
'The Holy Twins?" asked one of the knights facing us. He hesitated for a moment 
then said slowly, They don't get very many pilgrims there any more."
"Why not?" said Dominic, quickly and brusquely.
The leader eyed him for a moment. "It's probably just a foolish story," he said, 
"but hardly anyone's been buried there for a good fifty years."
"What's a story?" Dominic persisted. I, like him, had the chilling impression 
that there was something terribly wrong about die church, and these knights knew 
it.
"Just a tale of the sort told to frighten children. Supposedly a long, long time 
ago, in the darkest part of the night, an evil wizard steeped in the black arts 
brought the dead body of a magnificent warrior there for burial. There was 
something about the wizard, a sense that he might even be able to communicate 
with the dead, that made other people much less willing to see their relatives 
lying there. . . . but I told you it was just a silly story," he finished 
briskly.
"Our wizard practices only white magic and we wish no evil to anyone," said King 
Haimeric. "Are you going to let us proceed?"
"All right," said the leader in sudden decision. "But I warn you, Wizard, that 
you're going to get your group into trouble if you go through the eastern 
kingdoms attacking border guards without provocation. At least in this kingdom, 
we're not at war right now, and we don't intend to be." He wrote us out a pass 
which he said we should show to any patrols we met.
"I admired your dragon," King Haimeric said to me as we rode on. "And I know 
Dominic and Ascelin think it necessary to carry weapons. But shouldn't you have 
told the knights we were pilgrims right away, ratfier than threatening them?"
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Given another chance, I would do exactly the same thing. I started attaching a 
new spell to a new pebble and thought complacently that if I had lived during 
the Black Wars and the other wizards had needed me, I would not have embarrassed 
myself.
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The church where Dominic's father was buried was in the center of a small town. 
Both Ascelin and I kept glancing suspiciously to either side as we rode through 
the noisy, twisting streets, but it was impossible to pick out potential enemies 
from so many people.
A final twist of the street led us to a covered passage and then to an open 
square, with the church in the center. Here, unlike the rest of town, it was 
quiet and peaceful. I had expected something sinister, but we found nothing of 
the land. The church was built entirely of cobblestones, with alternating layers 
of darker and lighter stone. What should have been the main entrance, under the 
front porch, was bricked up, but Hugo found a small, unlocked door at the far 
end.
The twin saints to which this church is dedicated," read Joachim from his 
guidebook, "were soldiers in their youth, until Christ appeared to them in a 
fiery vision in the middle of battle and they repented of their sinful ways. But 
soldiers in battle still call on their aid in time of peril and many are buried 
in their church."
The Holy Twins, I thought, must not have listened to Dominic's father  or, for 
that matter, to a number of other soldiers, either. It was an enormous though 
rather dusty church. Virtually all the stones with which the floor was paved and 
many of the lower blocks in the side walls were inscribed with the names of 
warriors buried over the centuries near their saintly patrons.
The guidebook suggests this was a very busy
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pilgrimage church," said Joachim, "but it must have been written before the 
incident the border guards mentioned."
"This end is all old graves," said King Haimeric. "The inscriptions are almost 
worn away. Let's try the other end."
Hugo, who had gone ahead, suddenly called back to us, his voice echoing under 
the high stone roof. "I think I've found him!"
Set into the wall about halfway down was a stone with newer carving than most in 
the church. The king fumbled with his eyeglasses and bent closer. Even in the 
dim afternoon fight, we could read the inscription easily. "Hie iacet Dominicus 
princeps Yurtiae," it said in the old imperial language: "Here lies Prince 
Dominic ofYurt."
King Haimeric stood with his hands folded, silently contemplating the grave of 
his younger brother.
"We should have come here years ago," said Dominic after a moment.
The king nodded. "But I always felt more responsible for the living than for the 
dead. If I had come when your father first died, your mother would have wanted 
to come too and brought you with her, even though you were a child. And then 
somehow the years passed and I never made the voyage."
"What's this?" asked Hugo suddenly, bending closer. "It looks like the carving 
of a snake."
It certainly did. In the corner of the stone slab was cut a tiny picture of a 
coiled snake, with what looked like a jewel resting on its coils. The image was 
strangely familiar.
'Take off your gloves, Dominic," said the king. His nephew slowly pulled off his 
riding gloves. Gleaming on his second finger, his ruby ring had as its setting a 
gold snake that matched the carving. "I thought at die time," said King 
Haimeric, "that those bandits were too hasty. They took our horses and our 
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missed the single most valuable object we had with us."
Excluding whatever Claudia might have given Joachim, I thought.
'This ring was among the jewels my father sent back to Yurt with a faithful 
servant when he died," said Dominic. "Why would its image be carved on his 
tomb?"
"Let me see it," I said.
Dominic gave me an odd look but started tugging at the ring. He had not had it 
off for years, during which time he had grown quite a bit heavier, and it took a 
minute.
As I took it in my hand, Hugo, who was still examining the stone behind which 
Dominic's father was buried, spoke again. "I think this stone is loose."
We all bent down again to look. As the sun moved, a stray beam found its way 
from the high windows down to near floor level. The stone was not completely 
flush with the wall around it but protruded ever so slightly on one side. Hugo 
wrapped his gloved fingers around it and began to tug.
"What are you doing?" demanded Dominic, pushing him away.
But the king put a hand on his arm. "If the stone is loose anyway, perhaps we 
are meant to open the tomb. I have felt badly all these years that it was 
impossible to bring my brother's body back to Yurt to be buried with our parents 
and ancestors. Perhaps we should take his bones with us now."
"Excuse me, sire," said Hugo, "but are you really planning to cross the eastern 
kingdoms, go to the Holy Land, and then travel all the way home again with bones 
in your luggage?" But he was again tugging at the stone.
It came loose all at once and he fell back. The tombstone hit the paving with a 
bang that echoed through the church. I anticipated a waft of foul air, but there 
was nothing of the sort. All of us gave each other
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quick, uneasy looks, then went down on our knees to look in. Since I was holding 
Dominic's ring anyway, I lit it up with magic and held it out at arm's length, 
reaching into the tomb.
I was not sure what I expected to see, but it was not an untidy pile of tumbled 
bones. "What have they done to him?" asked King Haimeric in distress. Dominic 
said nothing, but his color slowly darkened to brick red.
In the tiny glow of the ring, we could see bare bones lying among the scraps of 
what had once been clothing. A belt buckle and a brooch lay at one side. The 
skull was at the back, a thin gold circlet loose around it and turned to an 
incongruously jaunty angle. The empty eye sockets glared at us balefully.
"Someone's opened the tomb, looking for something," said Ascelin.
"This ring," I said in sudden conviction. "And they didn't find it"
"By the way," said Joachim, who had not spoken since Hugo started pulling at the 
stone, "I wonder where the priests of this church are."
Ascelin leaped to his feet and reached for his sword. "A trap. 
Ishouldhaveknownit. We'll have tofightourway out."
Joachim put his hand on the prince's hilt to push the sword back into its 
sheath. "Don't forget that this is a house of God and no place for weapons of 
violence."
"Stay back," I said. 'There's only one way they can come in. I don't want any 
more of you held hostage before I can disarm them." I flew the length of the 
church, wishing for the calm courage to match my words and hoping Joachim would 
not call after me that God's house was also no place for violent magic.
I stopped short of the door and probed with magic, expecting to find a mass of 
armed knights on the far side. But I found nothing. Just to be sure, I pushed 
the door open a crack and peeked out. The square in which the church sat was 
empty except for our horses, swishing their tails peacefully.
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"There's no one there, Ascelin," I said and flew back. "Your hunters instincts 
have failed you this time, I'm afraid."
"Let's get out of here before I'm proven right."
'Just a moment," said King Haimeric. He crawled partially into the tomb; when he 
backed out a moment later his gray cloak was filthy, and he looked grim but 
satisfied. "You're right, Hugo, that it doesn't make sense to take his bones 
with us now. But at least I've straightened them out."
"Come on" said Ascelin. He helped ease the tombstone back into place, pushing it 
in tight this time, then we all hurried toward the door. Realizing I was still 
holding Dominic's ring, I slid it onto my thumb, since it was too big for any of 
my ringers, and pulled my glove on over it
I stopped the others short of the entrance, in case armed men had come up during 
the last minute, but my probing still found nothing. We hurried out and I caught 
brief glimpses of faces in windows high up around the little square. The faces 
looked frightened rather than hostile and disappeared immediately.
In a moment we were onto our horses and riding recklessly fast through the city 
streets. But the worst danger we encountered was a cart of vegetables pushed out 
of a side street almost directly into our path, which Whirlwind vaulted and the 
rest of our horses scrambled around. Outside the city gates, we covered two 
miles as fast as Ascelin, who ran holding onto Dominic's stirrup leather, could 
go.
"All right," he said at last, throwing himself to the ground under a tree. "We 
got away safely this time. Now I'd like to know what's actually happening."
"So would I," I said, dismounting and carefully removing my gloves. "And I think 
it starts with this ring."
I had always coveted Dominic's ring. The coiled gold
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snake and the ruby made it just the thing to suggest wizardly wisdom and 
mystery. I had inherited a ring shaped like an eagle in flight from my 
predecessor as Royal Wizard of Yurt, but it wasn't the same.
Slowly I turned the ring in my hands, watching the ruby catch the light. "There 
might," I said, "just might, be a spell attached to this, something like the 
message spell Sir Hugo's wizard left for us in Warm's castle. I'll have to see 
if it's still working after fifty years. Sire, did your brother take a wizard 
with him?"
"No," said King Haimeric in surprise. "I only ever had the one Royal Wizard 
before you. I don't believe my brothers household ever kept one."
'Then the spell, if there is a spell," I said, "was put together by a wizard of 
the eastern kingdoms, someone trained differently than I. This may take a 
while."
I said that in the hopes that it would not take very long at all and that I 
could impress the others with my abilities, but this ring was not nearly as 
ready to yield its secrets as Evrard's black box.
Then the carving of the snake on the tomb was a message," said Hugo to Dominic, 
"your father's way of telling you, only you, that the ring he had sent back to 
Yurt was somehow special. He just didn't think it would take you this long to 
get here."
Dominic ignored the second half of this comment. "Do you know if my father 
acquired all his jewels together," he asked the king, "or a few at a time?"
"As I remember," said King Haimeric thoughtfully, "it was a hoard he discovered 
or picked up somewhere  or perhaps captured in battle. His servant who brought 
the jewels back to Yurt told me at the time, but I'm afraid I didn't pay very 
much attention to that part of his account."
And mat servant was long dead. Any secrets from beyond the grave would be 
revealed through wizardry or not at all.
I sat down under the tree, my back to the rest, and
murmured likely seeming spells under my breath. Behind me, Ascelin asked die 
chaplain, "Did your bishop visit the Church of the Holy Twins?"
"He never got into this part of the eastern kingdoms," said Joachim. "He took 
the main pilgrimage and trade route down along the rivers, west of the 
mountains."
"Ha!" I said aloud suddenly. The ruby on Dominic's ring was held in place not 
just by the goldsmith's art, but by magic and by a spell I recognized. With a 
few quick words of the Hidden Language, I loosened the spell. In three twists, 
the stone came loose; something tiny, scarcely bigger than a pin head, dropped 
into my hand.
I had an audience now. With no time to search carefully for the best spell, I 
improvised, trying a variation of a transformations spell to transform whatever 
tiny object I held into something bigger without, I hoped, changing any of its 
other properties.
And that turned out, almost to my surprise, to be the right spell. I was 
suddenly holding a piece of parchment in my hand with a message written out 
clearly. I looked first at the formal signature, "Dominicus prin-ceps Yurtiae," 
and then at the heading, To my dearest wife and son."
I handed it to Dominic. "I think this is for you."
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He read it out loud "By the time you read this I will be dead." Dominic stopped, 
looked at the king, cleared his throat, and continued reading. 'The servant by 
whom you will have received this ring will also have given you a more open 
letter of farewell. I hope the Royal Wizard will quickly discover this ring's 
secret, but if not, the snake I asked to have carved on my tombstone will be a 
clue for you."
"I was right," said Hugo. Dominic ignored him.
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The wizard I have taken into my employ, who will hide this message magically in 
the ring for me, is one I trust thoroughly, totally, and explicitly."
'That means he didn't trust him at all," interrupted the king.
"What?" said Dominic and I together.
"Didn't I ever teach you that code, Dominic?" asked King Haimeric. 'Tour father 
and I worked it out when we were boys. Because normally you say that you trust 
someone implicitly, trust them completely without having to say anything, to say 
that you trust them explicitly is to say just the opposite, that you express 
your trust only with your lips."
I tried to remember any occasions when the king might have said he trusted me 
explicitly. Fortunately I couldn't think of any.
"Is it possible," asked Ascelin, "if Prince Dominic employed a wizard after all, 
that he might have been the 'magnificent warrior' of the border guards' story?"
King Haimeric shook his head. "I don't think so. He was certainly a magnificent 
knight, but there was nothing about him that should inspire frightening 
stories."
Dominic read another sentence. "My wizard and I are both gravely wounded and ill 
from the same fever." He stopped again and looked up. "I thought my father was 
killed in battle."
"Wounded in battle," said the king soberly, "so badly he might not have 
recovered anyway, but his servant said it was the fever that finished him."
I glanced at Joachim out of the corner of my eye and said nothing.
"But we have learned of something wonderful," Dominic continued, "something 
marvelous, so special that I dare not mention it even in this secret letter."
"So we're still not getting any answers," said Ascelin, half under his breath.
"It is hidden far to the south of the Holy Land, in
the Wadi Harhammi. I can't even tell you how we found out, but you will know it 
when you find it."
Dominic lifted his eyes. That's the entire message. Does it make any sense?"
"What's a wadi?" asked the king.
"It's a dry watercourse," answered Ascelin.
The Wadi Harhammi," said Hugo, "south of the Holy Land. This message is fifty 
years old. Other people must have learned about it by now. I'm sure it's what my 
father was looking for when he disappeared."
"We have to go there," said Dominic. He spoke slowly, with dignity and 
determination. "Wherever this Wadi Harhammi may be, whether or not the marvelous 
object is still there, we must go in search of it I cannot ask the rest of you 
to accompany me against your wills, but I have no choice. My father wished me to 
go."
We all looked toward King Haimeric. This was still his quest, no matter what 
messages from the dead we might receive. The king nodded thoughtfully. "After 
fifty years, whatever he'd found or heard of is unlikely still to be there. But 
you're quite right: we have to look. Besides, the stories of the blue rose say 
it's being cultivated south of the Holy Land."
Dominic handed me the parchment. "Since this is a magical message, Wizard, you 
should carry it."
Ascelin stood up. "Whatever your brother had heard of, Haimeric, someone thought 
it important enough to break into the tomb to try to find the secret. If they're 
looking for the snake ring, and they know we have it, we could be in constant 
danger."
King Haimeric smiled. "I appreciate your concern, Ascelin, but this enemy of 
which you speak must already know the secret's not in the tomb and will think we 
don't have it either or we wouldn't have come here to look for it."
"Could I have my ring back?" Dominic asked me.
I had almost forgotten I was holding it. Even if all of
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us still seemed more willing to follow the king in search of his brother than 
Dominic in search of his father, the burly prince certainly had a right to his 
own ring. I reattached the ruby, reapplied the binding spell to keep it in 
place, and handed him the ring, but the piece of parchment I slipped inside my 
jacket
We traveled southeast through the eastern kingdoms while summer advanced rapidly 
around us. The king had been right, back in the mountains, that we soon wouldn't 
need our heavy clothes. Ascelin kept us to back roads and away from the cities. 
If we were being followed, neither his hunter's instincts nor my magic could 
find anyone behind us. But we became lost ourselves on the narrow roads at least 
once a day, so someone else might have had even more trouble.
Although the border guards of the first kingdom beneath the mountains had said 
their kingdom was not at war, the other countries apparently all were. We became 
lost most commonly when trying to dodge the lines of soldiers we saw approaching 
in the distance, or to get away from the main road when a long line of carts, 
carrying heavily guarded supplies, appeared before us.
"I wouldn't have wanted to miss the eastern kingdoms for anything," said Hugo in 
my ear, as he and I lay in the underbrush near the main road, watching horses 
pass by, waiting until the road was clear so we could get the others and follow 
it ourselves. Harnesses jingled and dust rose from hundreds of shod feet. Spear 
points glinted in the sun, but the faces of the riders were hidden by their 
helmets. "It's like the hiding games I used to play when I was little, but it's 
deadly earnest," he added cheerfully.
Hugo might think it an exciting game and Joachim might think there would be 
great merit in dying on this pilgrimage. But if we ended up as six fresh heads 
on poles, like the ones we had seen last night, I doubted we would appreciate 
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I felt a new respect for the wizards of the eastern kingdoms, who I kept hoping 
to meet at some point, although about the only people we had met so far were 
frightened fanners from whom we bought food. Ending war in the western kingdoms, 
it appeared, had not made the western aristocracy any less interested in 
fighting, only more likely to go help the wars continue east of the mountains.
"That's the end of the troops," I said, rising cautiously to my feet. "Let's get 
the others."
We followed the main road a short distance, back in the direction from which the 
troops had come, and were just looking for a good place to leave the road again 
when Hugo, in tine lead, reined in abruptly. "Look at this! They aren't  
they're not real, are they?"
Tm afraid they are," said Ascelin grimly.
Before us rose a pyramid made entirely of human skulls. An inscription carved in 
stone at the base told us proudly that these were the enemies that the local 
king had had killed within a single year. Amazed, I tried to calculate how many 
skulls might be in the pyramid and gave up. It towered at least twenty feet 
above the road. The skulls, all clean of flesh and hair or any identifying mark, 
were very neatly arranged to stare at us.
Hugo made no more comments about games; indeed, he said nothing more for the 
rest of the day. For that matter, the rest of us scarcely spoke, either. We 
hurried on, but the shadow of that pyramid seemed still to fall between us and 
the sun.
"I have to apologize, Haimeric," said Ascelin as we sat around our fire that 
evening. We had taken lately to making very small fires. "I had no idea the 
eastern kingdoms would be this dangerous. Even though the main pilgrimage route 
is at least half again as long, we should have stayed with it. Although I'd 
never been east of the mountains myself, I know a number of men who have. 
They've spoken of battles, of course, but
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nothing this widespread. I don't know if it's the season of the year  I realize 
that they've mostly been here in the fall and winter  or if whatever 'strange' 
stories are coming out of the East are stirring up trouble here."
The Bible tells us," commented the chaplain, "that in spring kings ride to war."
"Sir Hugo and his party came this way in the spring a year ago," said Ascelin, 
"and I'm sure they didn't have anyone with them as good as I am in finding the 
way and hiding tracks. And yet, from everything we know, they had no problems 
until they left the Holy Land. If I didn't know better, I'd think something we 
ourselves had done was responsible for all this."
In the next few days, however, we saw fewer troops; slowly we began to hope that 
we had put the worst of the wars behind us. Ascelin still spoke darkly of how 
everything from the bandits to these wars seemed to be managed for our maximum 
peril, but he couldn't decide if Arnulf was behind it, King Warin, or perhaps 
someone else we did not even know.
One afternoon, tired from weeks of travel and from a long day's ride under a sun 
which had grown more and more intense, we came around a corner and found our 
path barred by a wall of flame.
Whirlwind reared up, but the rest of our horses, as tired as we, only stopped. I 
dismounted and approached cautiously. This was magic, but I wasn't yet sure what 
kind.
But just as I started probing with magic, the flames disappeared. The ground was 
not scorched, not even warm. Illusion, then, but those illusory flames had had a 
solidity my best dragons always lacked.
A powerful eastern wizard would notice immediately that another wizard had tried 
to probe his spells. In this war-torn land, where safety was always transitory, 
I did not view meeting him with eager
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anticipation, but it was better-to face him than to have him at our backs. I 
squared my shoulders. There's a wizard up ahead. He means for us to stop, so 
it's no use trying to dodge around. I'm going to go talk to him."
"I'll come with you," said Hugo.
"Not you, Hugo," said Ascelin at once. 'It had better be me."
I shook my head at both. "Courage and swordsmanship won't be any use against 
magic." I hurried forward without giving Hugo a chance to say he wasn't 
concerned about his personal safety  or myself a chance to start contemplating 
whatever dangers lay ahead.
A few yards past where the wall of flames had burned, a paved track turned off 
from the road. The stones were cracked and uneven, heavily worn in the center as 
though from a millennium of feet. I had somehow not noticed the track before. I 
paused for a minute, wondering what else might appear that had, a moment ago, 
been invisible. But then I turned to follow the track, for dancing twenty yards 
ahead of me along it were pale, inhuman shapes that still somehow suggested 
something human.
The ground began almost immediately to rise and the sky darkened overhead. I 
seemed to have stepped out of the visible world I had been in and into a world 
lying just beyond.
I stopped and looked back. My five companions were only thirty yards behind me. 
I could see them clearly as they all dismounted and sat down in the shade of a 
tree, but they were separated from me as if by a wall of glass. The sun still 
shone brightly on them, though storm clouds now hovered a short distance above 
my head. I wondered if they could even see the clouds from where they were  or, 
for that matter, if I really was on a hillside, for a minute earlier I would 
have sworn the land beyond the wall of flames continued level and smooth.
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The air, hot all day, now became sultry as well from the lowering clouds as the 
track twisted and crept between jagged boulders. I gave up walking and lifted 
myself six inches above the ground to fly up the hill. Before me, although I had 
oddly not seen it until this minute, was the massive bulk of a castle. The sky 
beyond it darkened rapidly toward night. There were no windows or even slits 
looking out from the lower levels of the castle, but near the top were two large 
windows, lit from within by reddish light, that could have been eyes.
Beyond the castle I could hear wolves howling and I was briefly reminded of the 
wolfskin King Warin wore across his shoulder. A bolt of lightning, then another, 
struck the top of the castle before me, with a sharp crack and a lingering acrid 
smell but no following thunder. The sky was virtually black; I could no longer 
see the bottom of the hill behind me. I stopped and probed for the supernatural. 
It was one thing to go to meet a wizard, another to walk into a demon's lair.
But I found no evidence of black magic. I tried to reassure myself that school 
magic, even my own occasionally less than perfect grasp of it, should be at 
least as strong as the magic the wizards of the eastern kingdom learned under 
their apprenticeship system, but this thought did nothing to dispel the cold 
prickles moving up and down my back.
I crossed a bridge, glancing over the side to see a deep ditch disappear beyond 
sight, and reached the entrance to the castle. The broad, nail-studded doors 
were thirty feet high. They could have been a mouth to go with die glowing eyes 
of the windows, and the portcullis suspended above them the teeth. The castle 
was built, I could now see, of obsidian, dead black, as smooth as glass and with 
the edges of the stones as sharp as knives. Another bolt of lightning struck 
just as I raised my hand to knock.
With an ominous, high-pitched shriek, the double
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doors swung open. I looked in, not wanting to enter until I knew what was there, 
but saw no one. Then, far down the black corridor, I saw a flicker of movement, 
disappearing away. It was not quite substantial, a ghoul or a ghost, and gone 
before I could probe with magic to see if it was illusion or real.
I waited. I was not entirely sure the castle itself was real, but if someone had 
created it for my benefit then he would certainly show himself. The air coming 
through the open doors was as cold as if it emerged from a hundred yards 
underground.
Then, echoing down the dark corridor, I heard a sharp click of heels. In the 
distance I picked out a pinpoint of light that quickly grew larger. A man was 
approaching, carrying a candle. And not just a man, I realized at once, but a 
wizard. As he neared the door I could see that he was immaculately dressed in a 
suit of black satin and that his face was as white as if it had been painted.
"Good evening, Wizard," he said with a smile that showed quite a few teeth but 
contained no good humor. "I've been expecting you."
I was about to protest that it was not evening, that it was only the middle of 
the afternoon, but an upward glance showed me that here, at any rate, it was 
night.
"You're from Yurt, aren't you," said the wizard before me. He had very strange 
eyes, expressionless even though they flicked constantly from side to side, 
almost as if they had been made of stone rather than living flesh.
"What do you know of Yurt?" I demanded.
Trinceps Yurtiae" it said on Dominic's fathers tomb. But there were hundreds of 
other tombs in the Church of the Holy Twins, and we were a great many miles from 
there. Yurt itself at the moment seemed a hundred thousand miles away, a place 
as peaceful and brightly lit as though it were Paradise.
"Come in and I shall tell you a number of interesting
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things," the wizard said, again with the tooth-filled smile. "I do not, however, 
know your name."
"Daimbert," I said cautiously.
"Come in, Daimbert. My name is Vlad. You may call me Prince."
I had wanted to meet the wizards of the eastern kingdoms, I reminded myself. By 
offering to tell me interesting things, by knowing already that I was from Yurt, 
this wizard had tempted me to enter his castle in a way that offers of wealth 
and dancing girls never would have. I wrapped a protective spell around me, 
although I did not know what I was trying to protect myself from, and stepped 
inside.
IV
The corridor was lit only by the wizards candle. "Is this your principality?" I 
asked, standing between him and the doorway so that he could not close the doors 
before I was sure what I was getting into.
"It certainly is," he said with a slow blink. His eyelids, I noted, were 
translucent, like the eyelids of a snake, and did not hide the stone eyes behind 
them.
"And yet you're a wizard," I said unevenly, holding onto the door frame. I was 
suddenly swept with a terror so profound that for a moment I wasn't even sure I 
could stand unaided. This was either irrational fear of something outside my 
previous experience or good sense telling me to escape while I was still alive.
"Of course. I know over in the western kingdoms you wizards serve the kings and 
the aristocracy, but here we prefer to be our own masters."
In the shadows behind him I thought I saw  although it could have been the 
shadows from his candle  a viper moving slowly across the floor.
And then I knew the source of my terror. It had nothing to do with this wizard, 
strange though he might be. It was
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memories of another long corridor down which I had groped nearly ten years ago, 
the closest I had ever been to death and damnation. And that corridor had been 
in Yurt. If I was going to find safety, I wouldhave to create it for myself, 
whereverlwas.
I pushed myself forcibly away from the door. "I'm curious, Prince," I said. "Is 
this castle real?" The door frame, at any rate, was solid under my hand.
"It depends on what you mean by real," he answered ambiguously and turned his 
back to me. He certainly seemed unafraid of me. "Come with me, and I think 
you'll find out several things about which you've been wondering."
As soon as his back was turned, I tried another quick magic probe to reassure 
myself that he was human and no demon. But then I followed, watching the floor 
for snakes. The door stayed open behind me, but beyond it was only night and 
wolves.
Candles held by invisible hands preceded us down the corridor. Prince Vlad led 
me into a room off the corridor where I had hoped there would be more light, but 
it was windowless. Heavy hangings covered the wall, worked black on black, with 
brief shots of white in a design confused and disconcerting enough that I tried 
not to look.
"I've been waiting for you ever since my old friend, King Warm's chancellor, 
said you were coming this way," he said, sitting down in one black leather chair 
and motioning me into another.
"Warm? You know him?' The terror I had tried to dismiss by the doorway was back 
again in full strength.
"I already told you I know a number of interesting things, including the answers 
to many questions I'm sure you've asked yourself."
"And what do you want in return for this information, Prince?" I asked, trying 
to make his eyes meet mine.
"Very good, Daimbert," he said as though pleased. "I knew you would not 
disappoint me. Of course I want
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something. What I want is knowledge from you."
"I don't think I have any knowledge that you would want," I said slowly.
"Of course you do," he said with another smile. I wondered briefly how many 
teeth he actually had. "You're a school-trained wizard and know the wizards' 
secret of perpetual youth. It's obvious  you've got a white beard and hair, and 
yet you're still youthful and vigorous. What age are you really? A hundred? A 
hundred and fifty?"
"I'm not yet forty." I had no intention of telling him about the incident that 
had turned my hair white overnight. "School magic has no secret of youth. 
Wizards in the west may live well past two hundred, but if we do it's because of 
the same spells that wizards used for generations, even before the school was 
founded  the same spells, I expect, available to you."
His stone eyes managed to convey disappointment. He pursed his thin lips, then 
smiled again. "We'll return to this in a moment. But you in the west know how to 
see and to hear someone over a great distance, I understand."
'Telephones," I agreed. "But don't ask me, Prince. I've never been any good at 
technical magic." I was not going to explain that the far-seeing attachment, 
while my own invention, had been discovered essentially by accident. 'The wizard 
you probably should ask is Elerius, who used to work for King Warm. By the way, 
does the king know that you consider his chancellor your friend?" I leaned 
forward and then wished I hadn't, because the wizard's white face up close was 
like a mask. For a moment I felt irrationally convinced that beneath that mask 
was the face of a corpse. "You said you had information for me. The first 
information I want is how you knew we were coming."
"Warm's chancellor sent me a message as soon as you left his kingdom."
I was about to interrupt and ask how that message
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was sent, since pigeon messages between the eastern and western kingdoms were 
notoriously unreliable, and this wizard had no telephone, but I reminded myself 
that there were certainly other ways  a fast-riding messenger, even a 
spell-captured eagle of the high peaks. My guess was that Warm, even if he were 
a sorcerer, had no idea that his trusted chancellor was also in this wizard's 
paywhich thought made me wonder briefly if there had also been activities of 
Elerius's which he had not known about.
"My friend knew that I'd been waiting a long time for visitors from Yurt," 
Prince Vlad added.
"I know who you are," I said suddenly. The king's younger brother might not be 
someone to produce terrifying stories, but this man certainly was. "You're the 
wizard who was employed, fifty years ago, by Prince Dominic of Yurt."
"It was difficult tracking you across all those miles between the mountains and 
here," Prince Vlad continued without denying my guess. "Someone in your party is 
extremely good." I would have to tell Ascelin if I lived to see him again.
He motioned toward a black marble table on the far side of the room. That is how 
I knew where you were." I went over to look. On the table was a 
three-dimensional map of what appeared to be this part of the eastern kingdoms. 
'Try the skull."
By the map was the face of a skull, with crystals set in the eye sockets. When I 
put it in front of my own face to look through the crystals, the model of the 
eastern kingdoms became enormous, as though I were an eagle flying over it I 
could see armed men on the roads, houses tucked into clearings, castles at the 
river crossings. The tiniest movement of the head, even of the eyes, took one's 
line of vision miles. It would be hard to find people who were deliberately 
hiding, even with this magic, but my hands trembled as I slowly set the skull 
down again.
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"It was only because so many of the other wizards of the eastern kingdoms owe me 
favors  either princes and counts in their own right or allied with kings  
that I was able to keep track of you at all. Troop movements are a rather 
awkward way of easing people you can't quite see in the direction you want, but 
it was eventually effective. After all, you're here now."
"Wait," I said, without enough time to wonder how many of the soldiers we had 
seen and hidden from were actually being moved for our benefit. "You died of 
wounds and the fever fifty years ago."
'There are many versions of death," he said vaguely, pulling his translucent 
lids down over his eyes.
"But you are that wizard?" I demanded, determined to find out at least one clear 
piece of information.
'That's what you want most to know?" he said, opening his eyes again. He seemed 
to be able to see with them, but I was more and more convinced they were 
something artificial. "Yes, I might as well tell you that I am. If you're as 
young as you claim, you won't have known Prince Dominic, but I never trusted 
him. He told me he could fight a dozen men at once, but it took only ten to 
overcome him when we were both struck down. Even after his manservant and I 
buried the prince, I feigned a much worse fever than I actually had."
"He didn't trust you, either," I said. I paused, pushing back terror, and 
continued, "So you didn't actually die?" More than anything else, at the moment 
I wanted reassurance that, whatever he might have done with his body, his dead 
soul had not been sent back to earth from hell.
But he did not give me that reassurance. "Because I did not trust Prince 
Dominic, I didn't tell him that part of the magic necessary to uncover the 
Wadi's secret was an opening spell I attached to the ruby ring itself."
"What a shame," I lied. "We left the ruby ring home inYurt."
To my surprise, he seemed to believe me. The living map of the eastern kingdoms, 
I realized, would not give him enough detail to be able to see for himself. I 
presumed he didn't trust King Warm's chancellor either and had therefore not 
questioned him closely about the jewelry worn by the visitors from Yurt. I 
spread out my own hand ostentatiously, to show my eagle ring set with a tiny 
diamond.
"It's probably gone from the Wadi by now anyway," he said regretfully. "When 
that servant left for Yurt, he took the ring with him, and I was  well, too 
weak to stop him or follow him. And I certainly have never liked the idea of 
wandering the western kingdoms, threatened by school-trained wizards. So I have 
waited a long time for someone from Yurt to come east and have never even 
bothered going to the Wadi."
"What was hidden there?"
My question came out much louder than I expected and hung in the air between us. 
The wizard half turned away, then smiled slowly. "Maybe I don't trust you, 
either, Daimbert If you want to know that, you'll have to teach me much more of 
the magic of glass and steel."
"Glass and steel?" I said cautiously.
'That's what we call school magic here in the eastern kingdoms, your technical 
magic that can keep working even without an active mind saying the spells. Our 
magic is a magic of bone and blood."
I had assumed that the wizards of the eastern kingdoms, without anything 
comparable to the organization of the wizards' school in the west, would be hard 
pressed to restrain warfare. Instead, it sounded as though war and death were 
their normal occupations.
"What did you give King Warm's chancellor in return for the information that we 
were coming?"
"You have so many questions, Daimbert!" he said, showing his teeth again. "And 
you've given me no
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information yet. Before I tell you anything else, I want to know that spell of 
yours that allows western wizards to live well past two hundred."
I considered this for a moment, keeping my eyes on my companion's black satin 
suit because I didn't want to look at his face. The powerful spell that would 
slow down  though never reverse  natural aging was not taught until near the 
end of the eight-year program, and the teachers always impressed on us that our 
oaths to help humanity did not include meddling with nature s cycle to give all 
our friends an extra century or two of life
But a wizard, even one here, surely knew that spell anyway. By showing him the 
spell I might be able to convince him that I had no secret knowledge he wanted. 
"Give me some paper," I said. 'Til write it out."
It was a long spell and took a while. While I wrote, I thought over what little 
information I had from him so far. If King Warm, via his chancellor, had some 
sort of connection with the wizards of the eastern kingdoms, then that might 
explain why Evrard had called him a sorcerer. The strange form of magic that had 
shaped this castle and maybe even the physical being of the man across from me 
might look like the black arts, at least to someone like Evrard who had never 
actually met a demon.
This would mean that Elerius had not lived for twelve years in the castle of a 
man who had sold his soul to the devil, which was a relief, though I continued 
to suspect he might have picked up some form of magic he would prefer not to 
share with the masters of the school.
I still didn't know what connection there might be, if any, between Joachim's 
brother on the one hand, with his talk of King Solomon's Pearl, disappearing 
caravans, and the very real present his wife had tried to send with us and, on 
the other, the mysterious object of which Prince Dominic had learned shortly 
before his death. The only person who might understand the
connection was King Warin. And I doubted Warm would trust this wizard either.
I passed the pieces of paper across to Prince Vlad. "Here it is, but I'm sure 
you already know this spell."
He seized the paper avidly, but I thought I could again see disappointment in 
his features as he scanned the spell. "But this will do nothing to make someone 
younger!"
"That's what I told you." I hesitated, then pushed on. "For that you need the 
supernatural."
He shot me a sudden glance from his stone eyes. "Or to know something that 
apparently even you don't know."
How to give motion to inanimate objects, I thought, how to prop up a sagging and 
decaying body with the dead flesh and blood of others or even with wood and 
stone. If he had had to rebuild a badly wounded body with incredibly complex 
magic, no wonder he had not been able to restrain Prince Dominic's servant from 
returning to Yurt "I don't know anything about it," I agreed.
"Then it may prove less useful stopping you than I thought," he said slowly, 
"unless  unless you actually did bring the ruby ring with you from Yurt."
Caught in my lie, I tried to brazen my way out "We had no idea there was 
anything magical about that ring itself," I said, which was true. "You must know 
that we stopped at Prince Dominic's tomb to see if it might have any secrets to 
yield, which we wouldn't have bothered doing if we'd known the secret was back 
in the treasury of Yurt." I paused, then tried to give him an intimidating 
glare. "If you say you have information for me, why not prove it by telling me 
who opened that tomb? Was it you?"
This surprised him. "Why would anyone open Dominic's tomb?"
"You're lying," I said, to conceal the fact that I had been myself. "You said we 
would exchange knowledge, but you opened the prince's tomb to get something you 
hid there when he was buried."
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He didn't take the bait. Instead he shook his head. "Maybe that servant  he 
always was a fool  let some information drop on his way home. Or our source of 
information on the Wadi Harhammi may have regretted letting that information out 
 and, before you ask, I'm not going to tell you what that source was."
"But you know the opening spell," I said suddenly, not admitting that we had the 
ring with us but not bothering to deny it any more, either. "That must be more 
than anyone else has  except, possibly, this 'source' of yours. At least one 
other person is searching desperately for that information but doesn't have it. 
Maybe what Prince Dominic called something wonderful, something marvelous, is 
still there! Do you want to come with us to the East to look for it?"
I jumped to my feet as I spoke. This wizard with the artificial eyes was the 
last person I would normally have chosen for a traveling companion, but if he 
was with us where I could watch him, I would not have to worry what he was doing 
behind our backs.
"I do not leave my castle," he said slowly. "I had hoped that in return for the 
information you need, you would find it for me and bring it here."
Something that even such a powerful wizard could covet for fifty years must be 
marvelous indeed. "You clearly don't have any knowledge I need or want," I said. 
"You've been bluffing, Prince."
"I could tell you what's concealed in the Wadi. I think you would prefer to know 
before, rather than after, you use that opening spell."
"Come with us, men, and tell us as we go," I said, "orwe'll find out for 
ourselves anyway. I'm offering to take you along, but if you stay here you know 
I won't be back."
"You won't know what to do with it, even with the opening spell, even with the 
ruby. Swear to me by all the forces of magic that you will bring it back and I 
will reveal its powers to you when you arrive."
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"And once you have it, you'll get rid of us? Not likely, Prince."
His eyes came fully open as he pushed his face close to mine. "If you try to 
rush out of here now, even if your magic can fight past the powers that guard 
me, I think you'll find that armies will pursue you all across the eastern 
kingdoms until they catch you and kill you,"
I grabbed his arm. It felt almost like a normal human arm. "Then our only safety 
is having you with us. I don't care if you don't want to leave this castle. 
You're going to now!"
With force and magic I dragged him from the room. He struggled against me, but I 
was stronger. The corridor, unlit by any candle, was completely black. I yelled 
out a spell and, for an instant, it was lit up as bright as day, and I could see 
the corridor's end and the studded nail doors, opening onto night.
I started to rush down the corridor, then heard a gasp from the wizard that 
sounded like genuine pain. I paused, unsure if this was a trap, and turned on 
the moon and stars on my belt buckle. They cast a pale glow, no brighter than a 
candle, but I could see his eyes squeezed shut and a strange, almost melting 
quality to one cheek.
"Why did you shine that light?" he said in a low, nearly indistinct voice.
To see to get out of here and to scare back your ghouls!"
"You will not escape from here. You think those doors are safety, but outside 
it's midnight and my wolves will meet you. Let me go and I shall let you live."
My heart was pounding too hard to make any sort of rational decision possible. 
"I don't know how long I've
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been in your castle, but it must still be sometime in the afternoon. Come with 
me and I'll let you live!"
In the glow of my belt buckle, I hurried on, still dragging him with me. He was 
putting up very little resistance now.
But as we reached the door I heard him chuckle. Just outside the door, wolves 
were howling.
"It is not midnight," I said between clenched teeth. A flash of lightning hit 
just below us on the hill; for a second I could see the wolf pack, enormous 
furry beasts, nearly as tall at the shoulder as I, their eyes and teeth glowing 
phosphorescent.
The natural world, I told myself, was much more powerful than any wizardry. 
Prince Vlad could make it appear night, but it would not actually be night until 
the earth had turned. Even his storm clouds, brought with the magic he called 
the magic of blood and bone, could be blown away by the wind.
Especially if that wind was aided by weather spells. Standing just inside the 
door, still holding onto him, I shouted die spells that should drive a storm 
higher, further away, that will bring the sunshine back out over a threatened 
crop.
And the sky split open. If I saw the Last Judgment with living eyes, I thought 
irrelevandy, I would know what to expect.
Black, tattered clouds pulled back, letting the late afternoon sun pour its 
light onto the wizard's hill. The wolves, even bigger and closer than I had 
thought, gave me a startled look, then turned and trotted away.
But everything else lay revealed with the sickening, partially decayed look of 
something rediscovered after long burial. Only the obsidian castle, with its 
window eyes and gaping mouth, stayed solid and untorn.
The wizard shrieked. I released his arm involuntarily, then stared at him in 
horror. He had his face in his hands, but two round stones dropped from between 
bis fingers and rolled away.
I went down on my knees beside him. "My Godl Have I killed you?"
"Don't  mention  God  to  a  wizard," he said very slowly, as though having 
to force out each word. Several other parts of his body now seemed loose, only 
held in place by his clothes. He dropped his hands and turned his eyeless face 
toward me. One cheek was nearly gone. "I told you I never left my castle," he 
said, slightly more strongly. "You haven't killed me, you'll be disappointed to 
discover. But it will take me years to rebuild this body. Curse you, Daimbert!"
He tried to make it a resounding shout, but it came out as a half-stifled 
rattle. I didn't wait to see what particular curses he might call down on me. I 
fled down the hill, pausing just once to look back and see him crawling in 
through the door of his obsidian castle.
"He's not dead," I said, lying stetched out on the ground with my face on my 
arms, trembling all over. "But I don't think he'll be able to come after us."
Joachim put a hand on my shoulder, but no one said anything for a moment. "I 
think you should have killed him," said Hugo. "After all, he wanted to kill 
you."
"That was a direat," I said. "He didn't want me dead so much as he wanted 
information  information which in fact does not exist."
"He betrayed my father by withholding information," said Dominic darkly. "Even 
after fifty years, that betrayal must be avenged."
"I avenged your father without meaning to," I said. "I never even imagined that 
the wizard's physical body was only held together by spells that would dissolve 
in daylight. At least I know why he's never come to Yurt after the ruby ring."
"I should have avenged my father myself," Dominic muttered. The one useful thing 
we've learned is that whatever he wanted us to find in the Wadi is probably
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still there  and involves my ring. All the business with Arnulf and Warin and 
the bandits must be something entirely separate."
"Unless King Solomon's Pearl is real," I said in a low voice, "and that's what's 
in the Wadi. If it really will give someone his hearts desire, that wizard is 
hoping it will give him the ability to rebuild his body properly."
There was another long pause. "You realize," said Hugo to me at last, "that we 
never saw anything  not the hill, not the castle, not even the wolves."
'It's all real," I said, making myself roll around and sit up. "It's concealed 
by magic, but it's still there. That's why I know he's still alive  the spells 
are much too complicated to be maintained without an active mind behind them. 
Keeping those spells going will take all his energy for a long, long time."
'Then let's go," said Ascelin. 'The further we are from real wolves the better." 
He offered me a hand to pull me up. "So he admired my ability to leave no 
tracks, you say?" he added with a grin.
We sat on the terrace outside an inn, eating grilled fish and salad with 
dark-cured olives and drinking white wine. A trellis covered with climbing 
flowers shaded us from the afternoon sun. Off in one direction we could see 
sage-covered hills, scattered with gray-green olive trees and, in the other, 
sunlight flashing on the Central Sea. Red sails leaned in the wind as ships 
large and small headed in or out of harbor. We didn't recognize the kind of fish 
we were eating or most of the herbs in the salad and none of us cared.
Joachim came back to the table and sat down. I lifted my eyebrows 
interrogatively. "I was finally able to talk to Claudia on the telephone," he 
said. "It was hard to hear her; I don't think the telephone's spells were 
working very well. She never did say what had been in the package. She just said 
she was sorry it had been stolen, but that it didn't really matter."
"Did you say that bandits had nearly killed you in order to steal it?" asked 
Hugo.
"Of course not," said the chaplain in surprise. Tve already told you, I'm sure 
they wounded me by accident. At any rate, I wouldn't want to worry Claudia."
Til try to telephone the queen after dinner," said the king.
"And I'll try Diana," said Ascelin.
T hate to tell you this, Ascelin," said Hugo, his mouth full and motioning to 
the waiter, "but this is a lot better than your cooking."
"Are you ready for the roast lamb?" asked the waiter. "It will be out in just a 
moment. Let me refill your wine glasses."
We hadn't had any wine since we left King Warm's castle. The local vintage had a 
flinty undertone and tasted wonderful.
"Success," said Ascelin, lifting his glass as though in salute. "All the way 
down through the eastern kingdoms to the sea, without being killed, without 
being captured, without even being in battle. Next time, Haimeric, I will stick 
with the main routes, but even with all the delays, we're as far along as we 
would have been if we'd stayed west of the mountains."
"Isn't our slow progress due in part to the rest of you having to wait for me?" 
asked the king.
"No, having to wait for me on foot," said Ascelin with a smile. "If you all had 
stallions like Dominic's, you'd have been in the Holy Land weeks ago."
"So how do you think we should go from here?" asked Dominic. "Along the coast or 
out to sea?" He finished the last of his salad and poked Ascelin with his elbow. 
T ask, of course, knowing that whatever you suggest, we should do just the 
opposite."
The waiter came out at this point with a steaming platter, lamb scented with 
garlic and rosemary. I felt my capacity to keep eating was unlimited.
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"Pilgrims normally follow the coast road," said Ascelin. "It's a safe route and 
it goes by a number of pilgrimage churches, including all those dedicated to the 
martyrs killed back in the days of the wars between Christians and the People of 
the Prophet. Those were the wars which drove most Christians, except those of 
Xantium, into the west. Even pilgrims with no intention of going as far as the 
Holy Land often follow part of that route."
'That's the way my bishop went," put in Joachim. "But traders stick to the sea," 
Ascelin continued. "It's certainly faster and a lot easier for anyone with heavy 
goods. The most dangerous part of the sea voyage is west of here, through the 
shoals and islands, and we've already skipped that part."
"Even if we are on pilgrimage ourselves," said Hugo, "our principal goal is 
still to find my father and his party. I think we should try to get to the Holy 
Land as quickly as possible and start searching for them from there."
"We'll be able to book sea passage to Xantium from here," said Ascelin. "All 
routes in and around the Central Sea pass through Xantium. That's where your 
brother's agents will have their offices," with a glance at Joachim, "and that's 
where the last overland route to the Holy Land begins."
The king nodded. "You've taken us safely so far, Ascelin. I'll trust you to 
continue to guide us. Tomorrow we'll book our passage."
There were three couples at the next table, talking and eating and apparently 
enjoying themselves nearly as much as we were. The women wore yellow or blue 
cotton dresses, printed all over with flowers. "We never get fabric like that at 
home," commented the king. "Maybe I should buy some to take home for the queen."
"I've already told you, sire," said Hugo with a grin, "don't load up the luggage 
now. Wait until we're on our way home."
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I had been too busy eating to join in the conversation, although, to my 
surprise, I found myself slowing down on my third helping of lamb. I dipped a 
piece of bread in the juices on my plate and wondered where the palm trees I had 
expected might be.
The terrace where we were sitting was high above the harbor; off in the distance 
I could see marshy land bordering the sea, but no palm trees swayed anywhere in 
sight. I swallowed my bread and asked about them.
"Don't worry," said Ascelin. "You'll see plenty of palms when we get to the 
East." I wondered if we would also see the dancing girls that Hugo had imagined 
with his father. 'There are even some in the marshy areas near here. It will 
probably be a few days before we sail, so we can look for them if you like."
The waiter, carrying a tray filled with strawberry tarts, interrupted us at this 
point. But palm trees became our goal for the next two days. Ascelin was able to 
find a ship going to Xantium that was willing to take us. While it was loading 
its cargo, we followed steep, rocky paths down to the harbor and from the 
harbor, along sandy beaches that led for miles in either direction. Here at last 
were the palms I had imagined during the winter in Yurt, their old fronds lying 
dry and close to the trunk, their new fronds branching out from the top, 
reminding me oddly of the way that young Prince Paul drew pictures of trees.
"So is this it, Wizard?' Hugo asked me with a chuckle. "Everyone is searching 
for something on this trip. The chaplain wants pilgrimage churches; the king 
wants a blue rose; I want to find my father; Dominic, having found his father, 
is now looking for whatever's in the Wadi; and Ascelin wants the chance to boss 
everyone around that I'm sure the duchess doesn't give him at home. And you're 
on a quest for trees?"
I laughed, but his comment started me thinking. I had thought that I was on this 
quest to find Evrard, as well as to assist my king however I could, but I might
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well be searching for something else. There was an old saying I had first heard 
as a boy in the City, "What ye seek, and what ye find, will oft-times be of 
different kind."
As we and our highly dubious horses boarded the ship at last, and the sails 
creaked up the mast to catch the dawn wind and take us out of the sage-scented 
harbor, I wondered again what I was seeking. Once out of harbor, the sails 
filled and the lines tightened, and the bright waves began slapping against our 
ship's hull as we started east along the coast. Whatever it was, or whatever I 
would find, we seemed to be heading toward it.
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The great City by the western sea, the city where I had grown up, did not have a 
name. For official purposes it was called the Urbs, but that was only City in 
the old language of the empire that had once been centered in it. Those who 
lived there merely called it the City, as though there were no other or, at 
least, no other that mattered.
As our ship, with its cargo of furs, leather, and six pilgrims, rounded the 
headland and entered the great basin of Xantium harbor, I realized what a 
hopelessly provincial attitude that was.
'The duchess and I should travel more," said Ascelin, leaning on the railing 
next to me. "She would love to see this city. Maybe when the girls are bigger we 
can all come."
But I wasn't listening. Above us, on top of a sheer cliff, an enormous tower 
glowered down on us and I could sense that we were being watched with magic as 
well as eyes. Massive iron rings protruded from the cliff at water level. 
Another tower stood on another promontory a quarter mile away. The only way into 
the harbor was through the narrow, black-watered channel between them.
"In times of war," commented Ascelin, "I understand they chain the harbor shut."
The harbor itself was as large as a lake and jammed
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with hundreds of ships and boats, from tiny dinghies to massive vessels that 
dwarfed our own ship. Many were trading vessels of the sort I had been 
accustomed to seeing in the Qty docks, but many others seemed to be pleasure 
barges; even among the ones I assumed were traders were a great number with 
riggings I had never before seen.
A long ship came up behind us and shot by into the harbor, its banks of oars 
dipping and pulling smoothly. "Probably rowed by slaves," said Ascelin.
The others had come up to stand by us at the railing. "I thought Xantium was a 
Christian city," I said to the chaplain.
"It is, or at least its governors are Christian," he said gravely. "But God is 
worshipped in many ways. And they interpret Christianity somewhat differently 
here than do the bishops of the west. After all, the Bible does not specifically 
forbid slavery, although all right thinkers must realize that as men and women 
are brothers and sisters together under God, slavery cannot be tolerated."
The sailors hurried back and forth, and some swarmed up the mast to release the 
booms as the captain negotiated through the shipping. We tried to stay out of 
the way, looking at the city that covered the hillside beyond the harbor.
It reached most of the way around the basin. Directly above the docks rose gray 
walls, pierced by open gates. Behind the walls the city strode up the hill, a 
jumble of towers, minarets, and spires. The high walls followed the edge of the 
water for several miles on either side before turning inland, but the city 
continued beyond the walls, an incoherent mass of buildings large and small, 
some painted brilliant colors and some dark. A complex of smells, flowers, 
spice, and garbage, mingled with the salt tang of the harbor.
"We're entering the East at last," said the king.
"In fact, sire," said Joachim, "it depends on how you
define the East. Xantium is indeed called the East's gateway, but we're still 
west of the Holy Land, and everyone knows that the Holy City is in the exact 
center of the inhabited earth, so that there are still thousands of miles of the 
true East beyond."
And I had thought when we entered the eastern kingdoms that we were already 
somewhere in the East.
"I wonder how difficult it would be to travel deep into the East," said Ascelin 
thoughtfully. "It would be worth it to see which of the tales are really true, 
to see the bushes that produce tea and spices, the stones from which silk is 
spun."
"I've heard," put in Hugo, "that silk isn't really spun from a stone at all but 
rather made by some kind of worm. How about it, Wizard? What do they teach in 
your school?"
If they taught about silk manufacture in the wizards' school, they had certainly 
not taught it to me. "It's a secret known only to the wise," I replied airily, 
then groped for something I could say with certainty. "But I can assure you that 
silk is not made by worms."
Our ship now moved very slowly on just one sail, little more than drifting among 
the moored vessels. The captain steered us carefully past the moorings and then 
along the tangle of wooden docks that protruded from the city gates. At last we 
slid smoothly up next to a dock and stopped with only the slightest bump.
The sailors all cheered and busied themselves tying down the sails and the 
lines. The gangplank went over the railing with a clatter. Already a group of 
burly men were moving out along the docks toward us, members of the dockhands' 
guild I assumed, though the dock-hands in the Qty at home had never worn cobalt 
blue tunics and shoes with long, curled toes.
We went off first, before the real cargo, leading our horses. The king spoke 
briefly with the captain about finding a good place to stay. I heard the captain 
add, "I've picked up from a few things your party has said
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that you're missing something. Missing objects from all around the Central Sea 
have a way of ending up in Xantium. You might try the Thieves' Market."
Our horses were stiff and restless from the voyage, especially Whirlwind. He 
sniffed the air as though in disgust and decided to treat every person, every 
bale on the docks, and every piece of trash blown by the wind as a potential 
threat, an excuse for whinnying and rearing. Dominic clung grimly to the bridle, 
using his own weight to hold the stallion down, and stayed close behind Ascelin.
I stopped to stare at a tall pole from which three dead men dangled limp over 
the water. A dockhand saw my stare and smiled.
"Don't you hang thieves in the west?" he asked. The governor allows no one to 
violate the integrity of Xantium harbor, not the thieves' guild, not amateurs. 
Of course, the old governor was rather soft and let things get out of hand, but 
the new one's really cracked down the last few years."
We picked our way along the docks to shore where we were stopped by black-robed 
officials before we could enter the gates.
"Governor's orders," said one crisply. "Xantium is finally being run 
efficiently. He's the last Christian governor as one heads east, so all pilgrims 
have to sign in here. Then if you're not back in a few months, we can send word 
to your relatives in the west Be sure to remember to sign back in when you 
return from the Holy Land."
I remembered that the governor's office had given Sir Hugo's wife the news that 
he and his parry had never returned to Xantium. The book we had to sign asked 
for a relative or friend and then for a second person to notify in case the 
first could not be reached.
We all put Yurt's queen in the first column, then I wrote down the wizard's 
school, Joachim his bishop, Hugo bis mother, Ascelin the duchess, and King
Haimeric and Dominic the king of Caelrhon, the kingdom that bordered Yurt The 
king wanted to put King Warin, but the rest of us wouldn't let him.
I wondered briefly if Sir Hugo and his parry  or at least Evrard  had put down 
the royal court of Yurt as the party to be notified if the governor's office 
could not reach Sir Hugo's wife.
We continued through the city gates and into the narrow streets beyond. The 
buildings leaned so closely over the streets that these were very dim. The 
ground floors were jammed with shops and businesses. Loud voices greeted us on 
every side, offering us accommodations, young girls fresh from the country, hot 
baths, exquisite jewels, spicy dishes, purple silks, fine weapons and maps of 
the city. King Haimeric ignored them all, walking with Ascelin beside him, 
following the directions the captain had scrawled on a piece of paper.
In a few minutes we emerged from the noisiest streets into what appeared to be a 
residential area. Dark-haired children who had been playing in the gutters raced 
up to beg for pennies. Halfway down a dead-end street a silver-plated bush 
protruding from a housefront marked the inn to which the captain had directed 
us.
"Do you think we dare stay here, Haimeric?" asked Ascelin in a low voice. "If 
anyone followed us through the eastern kingdoms, it would have been easy enough 
for them to find out which ship we'd taken and they'd quickly discover the inn 
the ship's captain recommended. And thanks to an officious governor, we've told 
anyone in Xantium with enough money to bribe his clerks that a party from Yurt 
has arrived."
Ascelin had already been worried about our safety back when we visited Joachim's 
brother. Arnulfs manor house, surrounded by rich green, seemed as alien from 
Xantium as though it had been on the moon. In retrospect, I thought, it must 
seem safe and secure to him.
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"We'll only be here a few days," said King Haimeric. "I doubt this enemy you 
imagine is anywhere near as good at tracking as you are."
"I just hope they aren't still planning to kill the chaplain," said Ascelin 
darkly as we turned through an elaborate doorway into the inn's flowering 
courtyard.
But we stayed at the inn for only half an hour. Once we had booked our rooms and 
stabled our horses, we started out again toward the Church of the Wisdom of 
Solomon.
"It's Xantiums most famous sight," said Joachim, "even if we didn't need to give 
thanks to God for our safe sea voyage."
"Solomon's the only man, I think," said Ascelin thoughtfully, "ever to combine 
the functions of priest, of king, and of magic-worker."
"According to Arnulf s books," put in Hugo, "the last of the caliphs, the one 
who renounced Solomon's Pearl, was both a mage and a secular leader, though I 
guess he wasn't a priest."
This church," said Joachim, "is dedicated to Solomon's Holy Wisdom."
The innkeeper had given us a map over which the chaplain and Ascelin bent their 
heads to find the best route. Without a map we would have been hopelessly lost 
in under ten minutes. The maze of streets was jammed with people who all, unlike 
us, seemed to know exactly where they were going. We spotted a few who also 
appeared to be pilgrims, but most were very different from anyone ever seen in 
the west. Dark-skinned men in striped robes and headdresses; women so heavily 
veiled that only their eyes were visible; men at whom Dominic frowned, whose 
cheeks were rouged and eyes outlined in black; long-legged warriors, some nearly 
as tall as Ascelin, wearing turbans and wide, curved swords; half-naked 
children; black-robed clerks talking seriously to each other; sumptuously 
dressed dandies who moved in the center of a group of
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bodyguards; and grumpy-looking women, dressed drably and carrying net bags full 
of vegetables, all jostled together in the streets.
Once or twice I thought I saw someone following us, but it was impossible to 
keep track of anyone behind us in such a crowd, even with magic.
"I'd looked forward to seeing the East," I said to the chaplain, "but it's even 
more, well, different from Yurt than I'd expected."
"That's why one travels," he commented. "At home, you're always looking in a 
mirror. Everything you see becomes so familiar it is almost an extension of the 
self. Elsewhere, you see everything except yourself." He paused, then added 
thoughtfully, "I think we need them both: the contemplation of our inner souls 
and the jostling out of ourselves, the reminder that we are not the entire world 
and shall meet even God face to face."
Most of the housefronts along the streets were blank, but whenever we passed one 
whose gate was open we caught a glimpse of a passage leading to a cool-looking 
courtyard, bright with flowers and often with a fountain.
It was hot and steamy even if the mid-afternoon sun was blocked before it 
reached our level. For the two weeks we had coasted along the north edge of the 
Central Sea, the sea breezes had kept us cool, but it was now indubitably high 
summer and a much hotter summer than anything known in Yurt.
We moved with Joachim and the king in the center of a square formed by the rest 
of us, even if it meant that we sometimes jostled the people we met against the 
housefronts. Ascelin was as alert as I, and Hugo seemed wound up almost to the 
breaking point. When the chaplain stopped abruptly, we all stopped.
We had come around a corner. One side of this street was lined not with 
buildings but with a fence, and a shadowy courtyard lay beyond. A bell, with the 
same tone as the chapel's bell in the royal castle of
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home, began to sound. Its note was sweet and restful, as though the noises of 
the street were a thousand miles, rather than just a few feet, away.
Looking through the fence, we saw a group of men in dark vestments walk through 
the courtyard in procession, carrying candles and singing. Their expressions 
were rapt; anything on our side of the fence might as well have not existed. For 
a moment I thought they were priests, but the shaved crowns of their heads made 
them unlike any priests I knew. They disappeared through an archway on the far 
side of the courtyard and the bell's ringing came to an end.
Joachim turned and started walking again. "Monks," he said to me. "We don't have 
them in the west and I'd never seen them before. They're somewhat like hermits, 
except that they live together, under the fatherly direction of a leader."
"More like nuns?" I asked.
Before the chaplain could answer, we heard another sound, a piercing, modulated 
wail coming from a minaret under which we were passing.
"It's the priests of the Prophet," said Ascelin, "calling the faithful to 
afternoon prayer."
Considering that I was supposed to be a well-educated wizard, I didn't seem to 
have had any idea all trip what we would see. Maybe when we met some eastern 
mages I'd have a chance to show off my own knowledge out oiMelecherius on 
Eastern Magic.
But we reached the Church of Holy Wisdom without meeting any mages. There was a 
tiny square in front of the great doors where a peddlar was selling little 
bottles of purportedly holy water. We pushed by him without listening to his 
pitch and went up the steps and inside.
From the outside, it was impossible to tell the size of the church, but from the 
inside it was enormous. We all stopped in amazement to look around.
Candles gleamed from golden candelabra, lighting
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up a forest of porphyry columns and green marble arches. The floor beneath our 
feet was onyx veined with gold. Windows through which the sunlight poured 
pierced the dome high above us. The air was thick with incense. Mosaics made of 
a hundred thousand glittering tiles illustrated Bible stories.
As we walked slowly into the church we saw the biggest mosaic of all. The saved 
and the damned rose in alarm from their coffins to see the sky split open above 
them. I approved of the artist's rendering of the scene. Christ in majesty, 
thirty feet high, dressed in brilliant blue and rimmed in gold, greeted us and 
them with a raised hand.
There were a large number of other people in the church, pilgrims, men who 
appeared to be priests even though their vestments were purple instead of black, 
women who seemed to have stopped in for a quick prayer on their way home from 
the market, and even some of the tall, turbaned men we had noticed earlier. But 
the size of the church swallowed us all up without even seeming to notice.
As we reached the main altar and Joachim went to his knees, I thought I saw a 
flicker of motion behind us, as though one of the other people in the church did 
not want us to see him.
I probed quickly with magic. Someone was there, all right. I rose two inches 
above the floor to be able to move silently and darted around the base of a 
column. A black-haired boy squatted there, looking around the far side. He 
turned and saw me just too late.
I had him by the back of the shirt as he jumped up to run. Tm a mage," I said. 
"I don't want to hurt you, but if you try to get away you're going to become a 
frog."
He was apparently willing to believe me for he went limp. I pulled him from 
behind the column and to the others without letting down my guard.
"Good work, Wizard," said Ascelin. "Is this the person who's been following us?"
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"I think so. He doesn't seem armed."
"It's a boy," said the king. "Surely he can't mean us any harm."
"What did you mean, boy?" asked Ascelin.
He ducked his head, but he did not strike me as at all afraid of us, which I 
certainly would have been under the circumstances. His black eyes flashed and he 
gave me a grin before answering Ascelin.
"In the name of God, the All Merciful," he said, "I wish you peace. I only want 
to help you. Perhaps you need a guide through the city streets? Perhaps you need 
to hire someone to take you where you're going? Perhaps you'd be willing to pay 
someone to take you safely to the Thieves' Market?"
Ascelin and King Haimeric looked at each other. "It's certainly not shown on the 
city map," said the king.
"I trust this boy explicitly," said Ascelin pointedly. "How does he know what we 
might be looking for?"
"Many pilgrims who come to Xantium are looking for more than the route to the 
Holy Land," said the boy.
"What's your name?" asked the king.
"Maffi, revered lord," said the boy, giving me another grin. At this rate, I 
really would have to turn him into a frog just to prove that I was a wizard.
"If we hired you as our guide," said the king, bending down to the boy's level 
and ignoring Ascelin's warning glare, "we'd have to wait until you'd taken us 
where we were going before we paid you. With the streets so crowded, you do 
realize that we'd worry you'd just dart away with our money and leave us 
stranded."
"Of course, revered lord," said Maffi. "And I'm so sure you'll be pleased with 
me as a guide that I'll be happy to take whatever you want to pay me, once we 
get there."
'That's settled, then," said the king. "Shall we go?"
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"As soon as we finish giving thanks for our safe voyage," said Joachim.
Maffi, in spite of starting his conversation with us by praising God, remained 
standing while the rest of us obediently knelt in front of the altar. I looked 
at him sideways and wondered if he followed the Prophet rather than being a 
Christian. I had never known any of the People of the Prophet before.
II
Back out in the streets Maffi took the lead, slipping easily through the crowds 
while we tried to keep up with him.
"Do you think that wizard in the eastern kingdoms, the one who wanted to betray 
my father, has telephoned here?" Dominic asked me in a low voice. He seemed to 
have picked up Ascelin's suspicions.
"He didn't have a telephone," I said. "And even if he had access to one, I don't 
think there are any telephones in Xantium. It's school magic; school-trained 
wizards tend to stay in the western kingdoms."
"But a renegade wizard might have installed one," said Dominic darkly.
Ascelin kept track on the map as well as he could of where we were. Mam led us 
first to an enormous plaza where an open-air market was being held, voices and 
odors rising from booths jammed close together. But this did not seem to be the 
market to which we were going for he only cut through one corner and again 
hurried down narrow streets. He next led us through what seemed to be the city's 
main governmental center. We had to step back abruptly as a curtained palanquin 
came straight toward us. Burly slaves carried the poles on their shoulders and 
peacock feathers fluttered from the corners. The edge of the curtain lifted as 
the palanquin came even with us, but it dropped back into place before we could 
see the face within.
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Here the streets temporarily grew broad and there were even open, sunny squares 
with fountains playing in the center. For a moment we caught a glimpse of a 
white, domed palace. But then we plunged back into narrow streets and started 
downhill. As near as I could tell, we were on the far side of the main city hill 
from the harbor.
As we approached the outer walls, lower and looking less well maintained than 
those where we had first entered the city, the crowds became less dense. Some of 
the people we passed in doorways looked at us curiously, as though surprised to 
see pilgrims here.
Maffi, who had stayed almost but not quite far enough ahead that we would lose 
him, darted around a corner and was lost to sight. When we turned the corner a 
few seconds later, we found two tall, turbaned men blocking our path.
Hugo had his sword out in a second and elbowed the rest of us back behind him in 
the narrow street. "Come on!" he shouted. "Whichever one of you wants to attack 
first! But the other one had better run for a priest because there won't be any 
use going for a doctor!"
But the men smiled and presented empty hands. "In the name of all-seeing God," 
said one, "we do not intend to attack you. We have been waiting for you. We knew 
that sooner or later we'd see you at the Thieves' Market, Arnulf."
Ascelin pulled Hugo back and frowned. "Arnulf?"
The men looked past him to Joachim. "Even after all these years, and even 
disguised as a priest, you're entirely recognizable, sir."
"I'm afraid you're mistaken," said the chaplain. "You've taken me for my 
brother. Are you his agents?"
One of the men glanced around and lowered his voice. "You're quite right, sir. 
It's better to maintain the disguise. We'll accompany you to the Market."
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inside his collar and along the scar, but then stepped confidently forward, 
forcing the rest of us to follow. I looked again for Maffi and didn't see him.
The shortcoming of even the best magic is that it cannot tell you what someone 
else is planning. These men, whom Joachim seemed ready to trust, could be 
leading us to our deaths. But beyond freezing their curved swords into their 
sheaths, which I did at once, I could think of nothing else to do but stay very 
close to the chaplain.
It had never been clear from Joachim's account of his telephone conversation 
with Claudia  and it might not even have been clear to him  whether she had 
ever gotten the pigeon message he sent her from the mountains. If she had not 
heard until that phone call that whatever she had given him had been stolen, 
then Arnulf probably had not had time to get word to his agents here before we 
arrived. They should know, then, what King Warm s bandits had stolen from us and 
expect us to have it.
"We'll have to hope it is still for sale," said one of the men. "I assume you've 
brought what he wanted, Arnulf."
"I already told you," said Joachim, too honest to maintain a deception that 
could have been very informative, "you've mistaken me for my brother."
"But you did bring it with you?" The turbaned men seemed disturbed for the first 
time. They stopped and looked at Joachim fully. Ascelin and I tried 
unsuccessfully to ease between them and the chaplain.
"Bring what?" he asked.
'The magic ring, of course," said one of the men in an undertone, with a quick 
glance around. "Hidden in a bag of money as you said you would bring it to us."
Dominic jammed his hand with the ruby ring into his pocket.
"My brother's wife gave me a gift before we left," said Joachim, in a voice 
clear enough that the turbaned men tried to shush him. "I never saw what was in 
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But it was stolen as we crossed the mountains into the eastern kingdoms. The 
captain of the ship we took here suggested  obliquely, it's true  that 
something stolen from us might itself end up in the Thieves' Market."
"We're here now," said one of die men cautiously. "Don't you trust us either? At 
least we can find out if he's sold it to anyone else."
Ascelin looked at me with raised eyebrows. Short of seizing the chaplain bodily 
and carrying him away, we didn't have much choice but to follow. The narrow 
street we had followed debouched into a broad square, just inside the city's 
outer walls.
The sparse population of the last few streets was again replaced by noisy 
crowds. The square was full of booths, striped awnings protecting die people and 
goods from the harsh sun. Beneath the awnings was piled everything from clothing 
to weapons and the spaces between were jammed with people. "I wonder if any of 
them sell rootstocks for roses," said the king.
For a second, as our street sloped down into the market, we could see the crowds 
from above, but then we were down among them. There was the same wild mix of 
people we had seen in the city streets. "Watch out for pickpockets," said 
Ascelin in a low voice.
But die turbaned men smiled. "In fact, the Thieves' Market is probably one of 
the few places in Xantium where you don't have to beware of pickpockets. The 
thieves patrol themselves. Of course, you do have to beware of everything 
else...."
Including you, I thought. My mind raced, trying desperately but unsuccessfully 
to think why Claudia would have sent a magic ring with us, assuming that was 
indeed what had been in her package.
We were now pushed on every side by sweating bodies so that it was hard to pick 
our way, and almost immediately I lost any sense of direction. The tiny alleys 
between the stalls were even more of a maze
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than the city streets. Voices on every side urged us to buy spices, armor, shoes 
only slightly used, silken robes, snacks, mirrors, and jeweled pendants. I 
caught glimpses of glittering brocade, of peacock feathers, of knives whose 
blades were inset with enamel, of tooled leather, and of bales of uncarded wool 
such as used to arrive in our warehouse in the City. On the far side of the 
market, I thought I saw a carpet rising above the heads of the crowd with two 
men seated on it, but when I rubbed my eyes it was gone.
I tried probing with magic and found layers and cross-layers of spells so dense 
and so strange that I immediately gave up any attempt to understand them. I 
doubted Melecherius had understood them either. Even aside from a carpet that 
could fly, the colors and the quality of much of the merchandise must be 
heightened by illusion.
"Was everything here stolen?" Hugo asked Ascelin in an undertone.
One of Arnulfs agents answered for him. "Not necessarily. Some of the merchants 
here just prefer a more, well, informal setting than the government-regulated 
market. But a lot of the merchandise is stolen and the market is run by the 
thieves' guild."
"Why does the government allow it?" protested Hugo.
"Do you think the governor has a choice? Didn't you know what he had to offer 
the guild in return for the safety and integrity of the harbor?"
I looked again for Maffi, but it was hopeless. The turbaned men found their way 
without hesitation through the dense crowd, taking advantage of every momentary 
gap in the press of humanity to move forward while we struggled behind them. 
Abruptly the crowd opened up, so unexpectedly I almost pitched onto my face.
We had reached a final booth on the very edge of the market. Its awning was 
closed, but a chess puzzle was set
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out on a board next to it. Unlike every other booth, this one was surrounded by 
a clear space ten feet wide. Itwas as though no one wanted to come too near.
One of the turbaned men let out his breath in a hiss. "I'd feared to hope, but 
it is still here. I can see the feet. Arnulf, or whoever you claim to be, you 
will remember, won't you, all we have done to inform you and all we have done to 
bring you safely here?"
The striped awning hung to the ground, but in a second I saw an eye through a 
slit, and with a sharp whirl the awning was wound up. We were abruptly 
confronted by an enormous black stallion.
It was big enough even for Ascelin, so still and so uniformly dark that it could 
have been ebony. After an amazed second, I realized it was ebony. It was a 
magnificent work of art, but it wasn't real.
And then my eye was caught by something far more fascinating. Standing behind 
the ebony stallion was a mage.
Ascelin bit off a warning as I stepped forward into the space where no one else 
dared go. But I was too fascinated to care. A man bulging with fat, almost as 
dark as his horse, decked with odd bits of colored silk as though he made up for 
not being able to fit into ordinary clothes by wearing a lot of different small 
ones  all I saw was someone bristling with magic.
This was completely different from meeting the self-styled prince in the eastern 
kingdoms. His magic had been recognizable, even if dark and twisted with 
inturned evil. The magic I felt from this man was almost as novel as meeting 
magic itself for the first time.
"A mage who dares step up boldly," boomed the mage in a voice between a bellow 
and a laugh. His smile showed a gold tooth as his dark eyes scanned the rest of 
our party from Yurt, apparently liking what he saw. "And not a local 
magic-worker, I would guess, but one from the western kingdoms!"
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I met his eyes, a voice in the back of my brain telling me insistently that I 
ought to be wary and afraid, and feeling not at all afraid Instead I felt 
fascinated, as well as both amused and disgusted with Melecherius, whose book 
had never prepared me for this. The mage's eyes were pitch black and the pupils 
completely filled the sockets, as though he did not have any whites. "Yes," I 
heard myself say, "I am Daimbert, Royal Wizard of Yurt."
The eyes widened, but still no white showed. The mage lifted his belly off the 
counter and came around his horse and out to meet me. "And I am Kaz-alrhun, the 
most powerful mage in Xantium. I have long hoped that someone from Yurt would 
visit me!"
I coveted the beautiful dark color of his skin and wondered briefly if he might 
be from Sheba.
"You've heard of Yurt?" I asked politely. The voice inside my head was now 
screaming that my absence of fear was a clear sign that he had put a spell on 
me, that he must be connected with the eastern wizard who had tried to betray 
Dominic's father, but somehow the message didn't get through.
He didn't say anything more about Yurt. "Western wizards come here but rarely," 
he said instead, apparently as interested in me as I was in him. Magic hung 
about him, crackling the air until it seemed it must be visible. If any mage 
could master an Ifrit, I thought, this one could. 'The last western wizard I saw 
was red-haired, but that was a great many months ago."
"Evrard," I said aloud. Maybe, at last, we were on the trail.
"I hear, in the west, interest in my magic horse is high," he said.
I wrenched my attention from him to the ebony animal. "Does it move by magic?"
"Of course! Even you of the west must know that on Judgment Day all of us who 
have made lifelike images will be asked to set them in motion. Unless we can 
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them move by themselves, we will be denied heaven."
This was news to me, but then I had never made any lifelike images. "How does it 
work?"
"Mount, and I shall demonstrate it to you!" The stirrup was too high for me and 
there was no mounting block, so I flew straight up to land on the horse's hard 
wooden back, as I had lifted Prince Paul up on Whirlwind's back on a wintry day 
that could have been a lifetime ago. For a second I saw my companions and 
Arnulfs agents, clustered together a few yards away and looking highly 
concerned, but I had no time to spare for them.
"Do you observe that little pin on the side of the neck?" asked Kaz-alrhun. 
"Give it a turn to the left, and hold on tightly!"
I thrust my feet into the stirrups, took a firm grip on the reins with one hand, 
and twisted the little pin.
The response was immediate. The horse was instantly alive, still ebony-hard but 
moving, muscles rippling. It tossed its head, pranced for a second, gave a 
whinny that resounded throughout the Thieves' Market, and launched itself into 
the sky.
All the fear I should have been feeling the last ten minutes abruptly made 
itself felt. The stirrups held my feet in immovable bands of steel; the reins 
felt welded to my left hand. Wind rushed past my ears and clouds rapidly 
approached my startled eyes. I was flying straight up on a magic horse into the 
sky above Xantium, with no way to stop it and no way to get off.
Ill
"You knew all along he was putting a spell on you," my brain told me accusingly. 
"Now the horse will toss you off at some likely spot and fly back to its master. 
Didn't you wonder why no else wanted to get near?"
At least, I answered myself grimly, if I got tossed off
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I knew how to fly. The thought gave me the strength to try to find some way to 
control this animal.
Melecherius was no use here. I had already determined that turning the little 
pin to the right had no effect and giving it further turns to the left only made 
the animal rise faster. But then, on the opposite side of its neck, I spotted a 
second pin.
A hard twist here and the magic horse slowed its ascent and leveled off. In a 
moment I thought I knew how to master it The process was a little tricky because 
the reins still kept my left hand imprisoned but, by reaching from the pin on 
one side of its neck to the pin on the other, from the one that made it rise to 
the one that made it fall, I was able to control our flight.
Once the fear drained away, it was unexpectedly exhilarating. My hat was long 
gone and the wind blew back the hair from my hot forehead The land below, the 
city, Xantium harbor, the Central Sea, could have been a highly detailed and 
contoured map  the magic map of Prince Mad. I flew far higher than I had ever 
dared go on my own, with none of the hard work that comes with flying and yet 
with an ease of motion and a quickness never found in the schools air cart. It 
was only because I knew my friends from Yurt would be worried that I made myself 
turn the horse around and aim it, as well as I could, toward the Thieves' 
Market.
I wondered how hard it would be to maneuver the last bit, but here the ebony 
horse's own spells seemed to take over, for it landed lightly and exactly where 
it had begun, at Kaz-alrhun s stall. He had been standing at the chess board and 
looked up with a wide smile, having apparently just solved his puzzle.
The horse went instantly as still as wood again and my feet and hands were 
released I scrambled down and the crowd that had slowly moved up around the mage 
in my absence surged back again.
I flashed a reassuring smile toward my companions.
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'Well," I said to Kaz-alrhun, Tm enormously impressed. A horse like this could 
command any price you asked from King Solomon himself. And its motion won't keep 
you from heaven on Judgment Day!"
"Do you think your master will wish to buy it?" he answered with a proud 
chuckle.
He'd been testing me, I thought, and so far I hadn't failed too badly. And I had 
been thinking fast during the five minutes while the ebony horse brought me back 
down again. "Your price is a bag of money, I believe?' I said cautiously. "And, 
oh yes," as though I'd almost forgotten, "some sort of ring." I tugged on my 
eagle ring. "Will this one do?"
The mage threw his head back and burst into a great laugh. "No, it will not, 
Daimbert!" A flash of light touched my hand and I yanked at the ring in good 
earnest as it instantly became scorching hot.
I had it off after what seemed an hour, though it was probably only a few 
seconds. In my other hand, the ring was again its normal cool self. I sucked at 
the back of my finger while glaring at Kaz-alrhun. "And what was that supposed 
to prove?"
"That that is not the ring I desire," he said with another laugh.
I slid the ring back on, as though nonchalantly, watching for any sign of 
returning heat. "Does the name Arnulf mean anything to you?" I asked cautiously.
That is the name of your master?" replied Kaz-alrhun. To me it is a mere name. 
Do you intend to tell me he is a mage whose magic will outmatch mine?"
This sent him into a new round of laughter, leaving me a few seconds for rapid 
thought. Arnulf had heard of this magic horse from his agents and coveted it 
fiercely. But the price Kaz-alrhun had put on it was something he did not have. 
The price was a ring from Yurt.
For a second, I almost thought I understood it all.
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Arnulf had not dared to go to Xantium himself. Therefore he had sent Joachim in 
his place, knowing that his agents would mistake the chaplain for him, at least 
at first, and lead him to Kaz-alrhun's magic horse. Even though the chaplain had 
refused to conduct any business deals for his brother's firm, Arnulf assumed 
that once here Joachim would bargain honestly, buying the horse for his brother 
 the only person, in fact, whom he could trust not to keep the ebony horse for 
himself. And Joachim would have the price with him. Claudia had not been 
successful in wheedling him into agreeing to conduct the transaction, which made 
it more risky. But he was still supposed to have the "gift" which Claudia had 
given him on parting, since he would accept something from her with far less 
suspicion than from Arnulf himself.
But here my reasoning broke down. Arnulf certainly had no ring from Yurt to send 
to Xantium  or, if so, I couldn't imagine where he had gotten it. Dominic stood 
only a short distance from the booth, his father's ruby ring winking on his 
finger, the magic ring which I would have thought the mage really wanted, except 
that he seemed to show no interest in it.
Tell me about this ringyou claim I was supposed to bring you," I said casually, 
as though negotiating myself.
"You know well this ring and its properties," the mage said, holding me with his 
eyes. "You have received a free ride, but do not anticipate any more until you 
can deliver it."
"Perhaps I could obtain this ring for you," I suggested, "if I knew what powers 
it was supposed to have."
"If you are from Yurt," said Kaz-alrhun, abruptly not smiling at all, "you 
already know. And you already know its relation to the Wadi Harhammi." He 
watched me closely for my reaction to his mention of the Wadi; I did my best not 
to show how surprised I was. "You have amused me mightily, Daimbert," the mage
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continued, "not least because I see so few western wizards, but I do not like 
dissimulation."
Neither did I, and Arnulf had lied to us thoroughly. "Maybe I'll be back 
tomorrow," I said lightly. "Perhaps by then you'll have decided you'd be willing 
to take something other than this ring."
"Or perhaps by then you will have decided to produce it," growled Kaz-alrhun.
I turned without any sort of farewell. This would be a dangerous mage to have 
angry with me and, at the moment, I had no way to placate him. My companions 
were still waiting a short distance away, but Amulfs agents were gone.
Joachim gripped me by the arm before I could speak. "Are you all right? Does 
that horse move with the supernatural power of evil?"
"Come on," I said to all of them with a jerk of my head. "It moves by magic 
alone, but let's get back to the inn while we're still alive."
It took us ten minutes to find our way to the edge of the Market and another ten 
to find the street on which we had come in, but then Ascelin was able to locate 
our position on the map and we retraced our steps hastily.
We had only gone a quarter mile when I saw a boy's ragged form waiting for us 
ahead. Maffi stood with a fist on one cocked hip, looking pleased with himself. 
"So, did you do your business in the Thieves' Market, my masters?"
The king objected as Ascelin started to yank him off the ground by the front of 
his shirt. The prince set him down but shifted his grip at once to die boy's 
arm. "Were you hired to bring us there?'
"Of course!" he said saucily. "In the sight of all-knowing God, you hired me 
yourself! Now, you promised to pay me what my guidance was worth. Did I not 
bring you there safely, just as I promised?"
'Those men in turbans didn't hire you?" Ascelin persisted.
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"Of course not," said Maffl agreeably. "And I was very pleased to see that they 
had not harmed you."
Ascelin let him go, disgusted. "I'm not going to get any clear story out of him, 
that's certain."
But King Haimeric took a coin from his belt. "You did bring us safely to the 
Thieves' Market, just as you promised, and you deserve your fee." Maffi took the 
coin and examined it with interest.
Ascelin started to speak and instead turned away. But I stepped forward quickly.
"Maffi, maybe you can help us some more."
He smiled broadly up at me. His face was streaked with dirt, but his eyes were 
bright For a second, I wondered if he had any home or family to take care of 
him, or if he had to live on Xantium's streets by his wits. If so, I would pay 
him even if he was lying to us. But he might also be very useful.
"As you guessed, we are indeed looking for something, something stolen from us 
earlier. It's a ring."
Dominic started to say something and thought better of it
"Westerners like us would become hopelessly lost and cheated in the Thieves' 
Market. That's why I need you to look for it for us. Meet me  "I hesitated, not 
wanting to tell him the address of our inn if he didn't already know it. "Meet 
me tomorrow at noon on the steps of the Church of Holy Wisdom. Then you can tell 
me if you've located it and, if so, we'll go togedier to buy it."
"Will any ring do?"
This was a problem because I wasn't sure what I was looking for myself. "No, 
this is a special one." I wasn't about to tell him I'd never seen it. 'It's had 
a magic spell put on it and it's clearly identifiable as being from Yurt. Don't 
ask for a magic ring specifically, because then they may try to cheat you with a 
plain one, but  "
Maffi interrupted with a laugh. "You need not teach
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me how to bargain. I was born in the Thieves' Market! Same payment schedule as 
today?"
"Same as today," I said, and he raced back toward the Market.
Ascelin frowned deeply. "Would you like to tell us, Wizard, what you're doing?"
"Of course. But let's get back to the inn and have dinner. The magic flying 
horse made me hungry."
The inn served us fried eggplant for dinner. King Haimeric had never had 
eggplant before; even in the City, it was uncommon outside a few eastern 
restaurants. He ate his slowly, telling us one minute that he liked it 
tremendously and the next that he didn't, trying to decide if the queen would 
like it or if the royal cook could find a better way to prepare it.
"What's this ring you're trying to find?" asked Ascelin as the waiter brought us 
pastries sticky with honey and cups of spiced tea.
"I think it's what the chaplain's sister-in-law gave him, what the bandits stole 
from us," I said slowly. I went on to explain my theory that Joachim's brother 
had intended using him as his representative in buying the ebony horse from the 
mage, while concealing from him that that was what he was doing.
The chaplain shook his head. "I cannot believe in such a deception. Claudia gave 
me a present, I presume in memory of our old friendship, but it wasn't anything 
important or valuable. She told me so herself when I apologized for losing it."
But no one paid attention to this. "Why do you think the ring will have traveled 
from the mountains across the eastern kingdoms to Xantium?" asked Hugo.
"It shouldn't have," I agreed. "But I think it's worth looking for. After all, 
if Arnulf had heard there was a flying horse for sale here, with the price a 
magic ring, Warm may have heard it too. Kaz-alrhun seems fairly determined to 
have it. The real flaw in my theory," I
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added, "is that Kaz-alrhun was expecting something Yurt. He'd heard of the 
kingdom and thought it important, even if he'd only heard of it from Evrard  by 
the way, did you hear him saying he'd met Evrard?" "We already knew Sir Hugo's 
party passed through Xantium," said the king. "Since everyone here wants to 
guide us to the Thieves' Market, the same thing must have happened to them."
"He said he wanted a ring from Yurt only in order to mislead you," said Dominic. 
"It's my ruby ring he's after and he must have seen it on my hand today. That 
wizard in the eastern kingdoms certainly wanted it. Somehow the story got out 
that the spell to reveal the, the  whatever my father had found in the Wadi  
was hidden in his snake ring. That's why someone had opened his tomb."
"But neither the mage nor Arnulf made any attempt to get your ring away from 
you," I said. "Maybe Amulf had gotten hold of a different magic ring, with 
different properties, to swap to Kaz-alrhun for the ebony horse, yet for some 
reason it's important for it to be from Yurt."
"I still don't understand," said Joachim, "even if my brother did send a magic 
ring with us, why he could possibly want a flying horse. I would not believe it 
even now if his agents had not been so sure. He does not even employ a wizard. 
My father and grandfather never had wizards either  I wouldn't have thought 
anyone in our family was interested in magic."
"It's not the horse itself," I said suddenly. "He wants the horse for 
transportation. Since he thinks King Solomon's Pearl has been located, he wants 
some way to get very quickly to where it's hidden, and then to get safely away 
just as fast."
Hugo and Ascelin both shot me unexpected smiles, and Hugo said, 'That's it! 
Especially if it's guarded by an Ifrit, he can't possibly get to it by normal 
transportation."
"I hope for Arnulfs sake," said Ascelin, "that this
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ring he supposedly sent with us isn't also supposed to reveal the Black Pearl. 
Otherwise he and the mage could have a very unpleasant meeting at the Pearl's 
hiding place, he with the horse and the mage with the ring."
"If by some chance, Joachim," I said, "your brother ever does buy that magic 
horse, tell him not to worry about staying on. Instead, tell him to be sure to 
look for the second pin to help guide it."
IV
I found my way through the narrow streets to the Church of the Holy Wisdom at 
noon, as a wailing from the minarets again called the faithful People of the 
Prophet to prayer. I did not expect to see Mafia or, if so, assumed I would find 
him ready with some woeful story why he couldn't find the ring I wanted. It was 
because I doubted he would even be there that I had refused Ascelin's offer to 
accompany me. But the way Maffi leaned against the door frame of the great 
church, waiting, exuded confidence.
"You found it?" I asked in amazement.
But he just gave me a mysterious smile. "Maybe. Come and look for yourself."
As I hurried after him, I wondered how many powerful magic rings were 
circulating through the east, in search of how many significant magic objects. 
There was Dominic's ruby ring for starters, then the ring Arnulf had sent with 
us, the ebony flying horse, then the Black Pearl, whatever Dominic's father had 
found in the Wadi Harhammi, and now whatever Kaz-alrhun hoped to discover with 
the ring from Arnulf.
I looked at the boy darting down the street in front of me, sandals slapping on 
the paving, and felt foolish to have pitied him. Whether he had a family or not 
he did not need anyone to look after him. He seemed
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without any difficulty to have found a ring I had not been completely sure even 
existed.
I was beginning to recognize the narrow streets that led down the far side of 
Xantium's hill toward the Thieves' Market, but the sounds and smells of the 
Market struck me afresh as we came out among the striped awnings. "Over this 
way," said MafH confidently. He slipped easily around booths, under tables, 
through knots of men who looked at me impassively from under folded headdresses 
that hid most of then-faces. I caught up with the boy in the far corner of the 
Market.
It was slightly quieter here. I felt a prickle of unease. An ebony chess piece, 
a rook, was lying on the ground and it looked strangely familiar. "Wait," I 
said, "before we go any further. Who is this person who has the ring? Did he 
tell you how he obtained it or how much he wants for it?"
"It's the right ring, all right," said Maffi with a grin. "He'll tell you how 
much he wants himself." He gestured toward a booth whose striped awning was 
drawn shut, though a sandaled foot showed beneath it. "Go ahead!"
I still hesitated, but he turned at once and disappeared into the crowd. Oh 
well, I thought. If he didn't even wait to be paid, it wasn't my fault. I could 
always find my own way back by flying high enough to see the harbor and then 
locating the inn from there. I stepped resolutely up to the booth.
I expected the awning to be pulled back, but instead the foot disappeared. I 
pushed the fabric aside myself and looked into shadows so dark that it was 
impossible to make out any detail, although I thought I saw a pair of shining 
dark eyes.
"Hello? I heard you have a ring for sale?"
"Come in, come further in," said a muffled voice. "I have it here at the back."
I entered slowly, letting the awning drop behind me.
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"I can't see anything," I protested "If you've really got a ring I'd be 
interested in, let's look at it in daylight."
The air crackled, giving me half a second's warning: not nearly enough to resist 
the binding spell that abruptly held me tight I toppled over with a painful 
thump.
"Push back the awning," said the muffled voice. "Let us see what he has 
brought."
I lay, paralyzed from the collar bone down, on the filthy paving stones of the 
Market with several men bent over me. Someone let in a little daylight, and in a 
moment my eyes grew accustomed enough to the dim light so that I could make them 
out. As I should have expected, one of them was the enormous black shape of 
Kaz-alrhun.
"Let him keep that eagle ring," he said, "but see what else he has."
Hands reached into my pockets. They pulled the knife from my belt and the piece 
of parchment from inside my jacket.
"A piece of paper with an eggplant recipe, a smooth stone, and what looks like a 
buckle off a harness," said one of the other men, examining what had come from 
my pockets.
But Kaz-alrhun was looking at the piece of parchment, reading Prince Dominic's 
letter to his family, and his black eyes grew round. "Well, Daimbert, I knew you 
had brought more with you to Xantium than you cared to say. Your party is 
dressed as pilgrims, but I see that your goal lies far beyond the Holy Land. If 
you had told me you had this at once, all this trouble might have been 
unnecessary! Tell me, where did you obtain the parchment?"
"It was magically concealed inside a ring," I said in resignation.
"Well, since you cooperated at the last, Daimbert," Kaz-alrhun said with a 
chuckle, "even if not entirely voluntarily!" he paused for another laugh, "I 
have a mind to let you live. What do you think?"
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"I think it's a fine idea," I said cautiously. Even though I could not move, I 
could feel all sorts of damp things soaking through my clothes, and my shoulders 
were sore and stiff. I tried a spell to lift myself off the ground and found 
that this binding spell not only held me physically, but also blocked my access 
to all but a few words of the Hidden Language. The only bright spot was 
imagining turning Maffi into a frog the next time I saw him, preferably a frog 
about to be eaten by a water snake.
"But you attempted to mock me, Daimbert," the mage said, "coming to the Thieves' 
Market with the ruby ring and then trying to buy my horse with a different ring 
entirely." His laughter was gone now. "I do not like to be mocked."
It sounded as though he thought I knew far more than I in fact did. I wondered 
resignedly what it was.
"And I do not wish you to cause me any more problems at once," Kaz-alrhun added 
thoughtfully. "I think you will just leave town, immediately. Perhaps in a few 
days you shall have determined, even with your western magic, how to break my 
binding spell!"
"What do you mean, leave town?" I said, trying to keep panic out of my voice.
"On a trade caravan, of course. Laugh at your fate, Daimbert! No man can in 
dread change the day of his death, but he can with laughter chase dire dread 
away."
One of the men with Kaz-alrhun scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I 
didn't feel like laughing, even to chase dire dread away.
"You'll never get away with this," I said. "My friends knew I was coming here 
today." This was not strictly true, but Ascelin would certainly come to the 
Thieves' Market if I didn't return to the inn. 'They'll be very cautious when I 
don't return. You'll never be able to steal the ruby ring."
"But you and I know that none of them is a mage," said Kaz-alrhun in a 
good-natured bellow. "You do not
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have the pieces to win this phase of the game, Daimbert. When your tall 
swordsman friend seeks you here, there will be nothing to see." He nodded to the 
man who held me. There should be a caravan leaving from the north gate within 
the half hour."
The man darted out of the dimness of the booth into the brilliant sun, with me 
slung over his shoulder. He turned quickly from side to side for a moment, then 
set offatatrot.
I opened my mouth to say something, to try to negotiate with him, and found my 
vocal chords frozen. I was hanging upside down on his back and a glance at my 
upper body showed that I had been covered with illusion to look like some sort 
of paper-wrapped parcel.
And what would the mage do to Dominic? While we hurried along the less crowded 
streets through the back of Xantium, I tried probing the spell that held me. I 
had new sympathy for the castellan and knights I had made stand in binding 
spells all night. Parts of my body felt numb and others itched almost 
unbearably, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I lost track of where we were long before I had any idea how this spell worked. 
We came suddenly under the arch of a stone gate, and by stretching my neck 
around, the only part of my body not held motionless, I could see a small 
collection of mule-drawn carts.
Turbaned men were tying down the loads and shouting to each other. The man 
carrying me stepped up to the last cart and said something I didn't catch, 
though I heard a clink of coins. The next moment, I had been dumped amidst bales 
of what felt like cloth and had a tarpaulin pulled across me. I was still 
struggling unsuccessfully to find a way to unravel Kaz-alrhun's spell when I 
heard a shout, the cart beneath me creaked, and the caravan began to move.
There wasn't much air beneath the tarpaulin; in the sun, it almost immediately 
grew extremely hot. I
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breathed shallowly, sweat running down my face, trying to imagine what my 
companions would do when I didn't return  and when the mage appeared among them 
with a flash of light and demanded Dominic's ring.
Kaz-alrhun's spell twisted and turned beneath my probing almost as if it were 
alive. I recognized the shape of the spell from Melecherius's book, but I still 
could not unravel it. Several times I thought I had it and each time it eluded 
me. I reminded myself grimly that I had wanted to see eastern magic.
I soon felt as though I was caught not just by a spell but by a nightmare. As 
breathing took more and more effort, I gave up even trying to undo the spell 
that held me. I hovered on the edge of consciousness, between dreaming and 
hallucinating. It seemed like an eternity, though it was probably closer to 
three hours, when the cart beneath me stopped moving.
"Well," said a voice, "shall we look at what Kaz-alrhun sent with us?"
The tarpaulin was jerked off, letting in sun-baked air that tasted deliciously 
refreshing as I sucked it desperately into my lungs.
I blinked my eyes then and looked up at the two men bending over me. They were 
Arnulfs agents.
I tried to speak and discovered my voice had returned. A glance downward showed 
that the illusion that made me into a parcel had also worn off. "I've been put 
in a binding spell," I croaked. "Help me up and give me something to drink."
"It's  it's a man!" said one of them. Maybe the sun was slowing his reasoning 
powers as badly as it affected
me.
They pulled me into a sitting position and offered me water out of a leather 
bag. It was lukewarm and absolutely delicious, even if it did dribble down my 
chin. I was too grateful to accuse them of taking part in a plot to kill 
innocent wizards. By now, I thought, the mage must have seized Dominic's ring  
and maybe
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even Dominic. I would have to formulate a plan of action as soon as I could act 
 or, for that matter, think clearly again.
"It is  are you not the mage who was with Arnulf?" asked one of the turbaned 
men.
"Yes," I said, giving up the effort of persuading them that Joachim was not his 
brother. I glanced at the long, curved swords at their sides, but they showed no 
sign of drawing them. "Your friend Kaz-alrhun wanted to get rid of me."
"But why?" they said in what appeared to be real distress. "Has he broken his 
agreement?"
I shook my head and made a new effort to understand the magic that held me. "We 
didn't give him the ring he demanded in return for his ebony horse."
"But Arnulf told us before he came that he would have it!"
For a moment, I had thought I understood at last, that Kaz-alrhun wanted the 
ruby ring to get into the Wadi himself, but this ring Arnulf had sent with us to 
buy the flying horse seemed to be something entirely different.
"I was carrying a magical parchment," I said, "which seemed to please 
Kaz-alrhun, though I certainly hadn't meant to give it to him. This binding 
spell appears to be his punishment for riding his horse without any intention of 
giving him what he wanted."
"But if he has the parchment, now," said one of the agents, "and if he thinks it 
will do just as well as the ring, then Arnulf should be able to take the horse! 
Kaz-alrhun may work out of the Thieves' Market, but we have found that he honors 
his bargains."
I couldn't even begin to agree, but it was too complicated for an argument. I 
glanced up while struggling anew with the spell and saw a dark shape, not quite 
a cloud, scuttling low through the sky. "An Ifrit!" I cried involuntarily, 
panicked because of my helplessness.
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Back in Yurt, I had said I wanted to see an Ifrit  all my wishes were coming 
true with a vengeance.
The two men whirled, but then they relaxed and laughed. That is not an Ifrit. 
It's just a bit of a sandstorm. The wind will pick up sand and dust and carry it 
some distance. Sand demons, they are sometimes called."
I didn't like this talk of demons, but if we were, at least momentarily, safe 
from IfritL, I wanted to get free of the binding spell before the next danger 
appeared. Suddenly I saw how it went together, with an ingenious twist I had 
never seen before, though Melecherius hinted at it. In a few more seconds I was 
able to dissolve the spell and finally stretch my cramped arms.
Arnulfs agents stepped back abruptly as I moved and I realized they might be as 
frightened of my anger as I was irritated with them. If Arnulfs negotiations had 
all gone amiss, then both he and and "his" wizard would have good reason to be 
furious with the agents who had sent him word that everything was ready.
I took another pull of water and massaged my temples. I looked around, at the 
mule-drawn carts whose drivers were now sitting off the road in the shade, at 
the dusty and empty road itself, and at the sage-covered hillside leading down 
to the sun-flecked Central Sea. Xantium was a dark mass in the distance.
"So, do you normally transport Kaz-alrhun's victims out of Xantium when you're 
not plotting to betray your employer?" I asked conversationally. If the mage had 
attacked Dominic to get his ruby ring, the prince might be on the next caravan. 
But if Kaz-alrhun had wanted a different ring, Arnulfs ring, badly enough to 
give his flying horse for it, then Dominic's ring might not have any real 
interest for him after all.
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"No, no!" the agents said together. "We have never done anything against Arnulfs 
interests!" When I frowned, one added, "We did not realize the mage's parcel was 
a man."
I stood up slowly. "Perhaps Arnulf will appreciate that, in Xantium, you have to 
put a powerful mage's interests ahead of his," I said with deliberate sarcasm. 
"Are you heading north now?"
"No," said one of the agents. "We were about to return to Xantium. Whichever 
market Arnulfs caravans make for, we always travel with them the first ten miles 
or so out of the city, until they are out of easy range of city-based thieves. 
Certainly if Kaz-alrhun pays us to add an occasional parcel to the load, we are 
willing to accommodate him, but that does not mean we're working against Arnulfs 
interests!" He paused for a moment, then added, "You will explain to him, will 
you not, that we never meant any harm to you?"
"We'll see," I said gravely. At least they hadn't asked me yet to pay them for 
their trouble. The drivers took my standing up as the signal to start again. 
They remounted the wagons and snapped their whips over the mules' backs. With 
shouts and creaks, the caravan started off along the dusty road.
By this time, Dominic's ring would be gone beyond easy recovery. I felt too 
tired for the concentration flying required, so I started walking with' Arnulfs 
agents. They were eager now to be helpful and pleasant.
"I've heard that a number of Arnulfs caravans had been captured by an Ifrit," I 
said. "Is that part of the reason you don't accompany them very far?"
They looked at each other in surprise. "I do not know where you could have heard 
such a story," said one. "Only one caravan has disappeared completely, off to 
the east of here. And we cannot be absolutely sure its disappearance was due to 
an Ifrit because no one saw it. The drivers described a whoosh of air, then
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they and their mules were left standing and the carts were gone. If caravans 
really were disappearing in large numbers, all the mages in Xantium would bend 
their magic to prevent it."
I wondered if there was any truth at all in Arnulfs story. "It did seem fairly 
unlikely to me. And wouldn't it be odd for an Ifrit to leave the sign of the 
cross?"
The agents looked at each other again. "We had not heard anything about the sign 
of the cross," said one in distaste.
Then the entire account of Ifriti capturing caravans, I thought, was Arnulfs 
invention, an excuse to bring Joachim into his affairs. I still had no firm 
sense whether his story of the Black Pearl reappearing was real or an additional 
invention, but I tended toward the latter. I was distracted from this 
speculation by another thought. "You aren't Christian?"
"Of course not," with dignity. "We follow the teachings of the Prophet."
Since Xantium was, at least in its government, a Christian city, I was intrigued 
that Arnulf should employ non-Christians as his agents here. Maybe that was why 
he had no chaplain: he didn't want someone piously trying to introduce religion 
into sound business decisions. "I know almost nothing about the Prophet," I 
said. "Could you tell me a little as we walk?"
By the time the walls of Xantium rose before us at the end of the day, I had 
learned much more comparative religion than I had ever imagined. I had not 
realized before that the People of the Prophet had been pagans before the 
Prophet came to them, nor that he had incorporated what he considered the best 
elements of the rather inadequate religions  as he saw it  of Abraham and of 
Christ. I had to be fairly noncommittal in my responses to conceal the fact that 
these men also knew much more about Christianity than I did.
But as we talked, I was also thinking. The bit of
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sandstorm, the sand demon, might in fact have been Kaz-alrhun on his magic ebony 
horse, off to the Wadi Harhammi. I remembered Ascelin commenting, back in the 
eastern kingdoms, that a number of events seemed to have been managed for our 
benefit. Could the mage have been behind them all?
Or was the shadowy and rather ominous figure I thought I sensed, manipulating 
and maneuvering us, King Warin, or Arnulf, or someone else entirely? Whatever we 
had stumbled onto must be something much more complicated than the disappearance 
of Sir Hugo's party.
Even though the school had heard nothing of the Pearl's reappearance, the lord 
of the red sandstone castle was ready to turn bandit for something hidden in a 
shipment of luxury silks, perhaps one of the "parcels" Arnulfs agents had been 
willing to transport for Kaz-alrhun. Our arrival in King Warm's kingdom had been 
intriguing enough for him to set real bandits on us, and our passage through the 
eastern kingdoms had led Prince Vlad to set in motion extensive troop movements, 
even wars, for the purpose of bringing us to his castle. We had heard of very 
strange rumors coming out of the East, but it seemed instead that everyone else, 
except for us, felt that something very strange was coming out of Yurt.
'Tell Arnulf to go himself to talk to Kaz-alrhun," said one of the agents as we 
reached the north gate of the city. "We certainly tried to negotiate fairly for 
the horse."
"And reassure Arnulf that we had nothing to do with your kidnapping," added the 
other. "Kaz-alrhun likes to have a little fun sometimes, but he means no real 
harm."
I didn't like to think what the mage did when he actually meant real harm, but I 
was footsore and hungry, with painful ribs and a bad headache.
But then my eye was caught by a small form under the
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gate. As I spotted him, he saw me and turned to run.
With new energy I flew under the gate after him. A frog was too good for him. I 
started putting together the first words of the Hidden Language to transmogrify 
him into a deformed cockroach.
"I found him, my masters, I found him!" I heard Mafii shouting.
And suddenly Ascelin stood before me, his sword out and a grim expression on his 
face. Maffi hid behind him, peeking at me past his leg.
I dropped to the ground in surprise as Hugo stepped out of a side street. Both 
his and Ascelin's expressions changed at once, to relief tempered with 
exasperation. 'There you are, Wizard!"
"Where are the others? Has Dominic been attacked?"
"Everyone's looking for you," said Hugo, "and no one has been attacked." That 
was a real relief. "Where have you been all day? Didn't you realize we'd be 
afraid that now our party, too, was going to start disappearing?"
I glanced behind me and saw no sign of Arnulfs agents. "I was kidnapped," I 
said, "thanks to that boy there."
"I told you I'd find him!" cried Maffi, still not coming out from behind 
Ascelin.
The prince sheathed his sword, reached down, and dragged him forward by the 
collar. "You didn't tell us you'd led the wizard into ambush," he said coldly.
"But I didn't!" the boy protested. It was his absence of fear or even respect 
that was perhaps the most irritating. "I led him to the Thieves' Market, just as 
he asked, to someone who had the ring he wanted to buy."
"He led me to Kaz-alrhun, who took the parchment I'd found in Dominic's father's 
ring," I said. "Don't tell me the boy then offered to help you find me."
"At least we didn't pay him yet," said Hugo.
"And you didn't pay me yet, either, Mage!" said Maffi, turning his bright eyes 
toward me.
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Ascelin shook his head, lifted the boy off the ground, and tossed him away. 
Maffi landed in a heap but sprang up at once. Til be around if you want to hire 
me again!" he called and scampered off.
I sighed Td been about to turn him into a cockroach, but it's too much effort."
"Since we're leaving Xantium tomorrow," said Ascelin, "Sve shouldn't have to see 
him again."
The king and Dominic have been trying to get in to see the governor," said Hugo 
as we started walking through die narrow city streets, "and the chaplain's gone 
to talk to the bishop, but none of them thought they'd have much success. We 
were all going to meet back at die inn in a little while. Ascelin and I had been 
trying  without any luck  to get some sense out of the people in the Thieves' 
Market when MafB found us."
I was touched that they had all been concerned for me. But if the king was 
having trouble getting to see the city's governor to tell him about the very 
real disappearance of a wizard, then there was no hope for the vague plan I had 
made on the way back to Xantium, of enlisting the governor's help to deal with 
what might be a political plot so vague I couldn't even explain it to myself. 
"We may  though probably not  now own the ebony horse. I'll tell you about it 
once I have something to eat."
VI
The sun-drenched road from Xantium to the Holy Land led southeast across a tawny 
landscape. I could see I would have to revise upwards my ideas of far, dry, and 
hot. Away to our left, we could see the trade route along which silk from the 
Far East came after a journey of thousands of miles to this end of the Central 
Sea, after being transferred to several or even dozens of different caravans.
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Hugo pushed back the hood of his cloak to let die wind ruffle his hair. "It's 
good to be on die road again!" he said. "Once we find my fadier, let's keep on 
going, right across die desert, down to die jungles of die ultimate soudi, or 
else off to die Far East where diey eat nodiingbut spices!"
Whirlwind was nervous and resdess after two days in die stables of die inn and 
two weeks before diat on board ship. After trying unsuccessfully to hold his 
chestnut stallion in, Dominic finally said, Til be back!" and took off at a 
gallop.
Ascelin, being on foot, did not need to keep to die road. For die first mile he 
was almost as full of resdess energy as die stallion, ranging ahead, climbing up 
on die rocks on eidier hand for a better look into die distance, stooping to 
examine an odd print. But dien he came back to die pace die king had set widi 
his mare and strode beside me.
Tm wondering about somediing," I said to him, looking off toward die trade 
route. "Arnulfs agents suggested diat an Ifrit had attacked a silk caravan east 
of Xantium, but Arnulf himself told us diat it was specifically his caravans 
diat were attacked. I would have drought diey weren't his caravans until his 
agents in die city had bought die silk from whoever transported it from die 
east."
"I haven't believed anydiing Arnulf told us yet," said Ascelin.
"But die agents did confirm his story about a caravan's disappearance," I 
objected, "even if diey did say it was only one caravan."
Before I could pursue diis further, Hugo called out. "Wizard, come look! I dunk 
diere's somediing very strange in here!"
He had stopped abrupdy, looking back at die packhorse he was leading. I swung 
down from my mare and approached slowly, probing widi magic. There was certainly 
somediing alive in one of die packs.
And I diought it was human. Ascelin and I carefully
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unbuckled the straps thatheld the tents, then abruptly let them drop to the 
ground. A startled cry came from within their folds. Ascelin poked at the canvas 
with his foot. It unrolled further and a shaggy black head emerged.
"Greetings, my masters!" said Maffi, looking at us with shining eyes. "May God 
be praised, it is good to be out in the air again."
"I thought we'd seen the last of you," said Ascelin in disgust.
"I didn't have a chance to tell you when we met yesterday evening," said Maffi 
to me, ignoring the prince, "but I found the ring you wanted!"
"liar," muttered Ascelin.
But I said, "Wait," as he reached for the boy. "Maffi, are you trying to say 
that the ring Kaz-alrhun told me he wanted for his flying horse actually 
exists?"
"Of course it does," he said with a bright smile, putting his hand into his 
pocket. "And here it is!"
I took the ring from him slowly. It was an onyx in a plain gold setting. Most 
startling of all, carved into the stone in tiny but clear letters was the word 
"Yurt."
I probed it with magic. There was certainly some land of spell attached to the 
onyx. It seemed virtually new, even its tiny crevices free of dust. I held the 
ring carefully on my palm and looked across it to Maffi.
"So did I do well, my masters? Will you reward me handsomely?"
'Tell me where you got this," I said evenly. All my previous assumptions were 
crumbling. It had seemed unlikely all along that the bandits who had stolen 
Claudia's package from us would sell it to someone who would bring it to the 
Thieves' Market in Xantium. It now seemed more unlikely than ever.
"I stole it from Kaz-alrhun last night," said Maffi with a grin.
"Kaz-alrhun told me he wanted a ring which, in fact, he already had," I replied, 
"and which, completely by
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coincidence, he had acquired through the thieves' network. And you stole it 
after leading me to him so he could ship me out of the city. Is that what you're 
trying to tell me?"
Dominic came galloping back at this point, his stallion damp with sweat but not 
breathing particularly hard. He started to speak but stopped when he saw the 
boy. "Good," said Maffi, glancing up at him. "I was afraid you'd decided to 
leave one of your party behind in Xantium. That would not have been a good idea. 
Nice horse, by the way."
"You haven't answered my question," I persisted.
"You're from Yurt, aren't you? That's why I thought you'd want this ring. Give 
me something to drink and I'll tell you the whole story."
While Ascelin gave him a waterskin, I probed the ring again. Because magic is a 
natural force, a spell is often hard to recognize unless it is actually in 
action. But the onyx seemed imbued, unexpectedly, with school magic. It was 
powerful magic, too, the work of a master wizard.
"If you stole this ring from Kaz-alrhun," I tried again, "do you know when he 
acquired it?"
Maffi gave me a mischievous look. He was enjoying this. But for a change he gave 
me a straight answer. "He acquired it yesterday morning, about an hour before I 
met you at the church of the Holy Wisdom."
I wondered if this could possibly be true. "Yet when you took me to buy the 
ring, you didn't tell me that I'd be buying it from Kaz-alrhun...." I didn't 
have time to pursue the issue of how thoroughly Maffi had deceived me. 
Apparently, I was not alone. "Who did he acquire the ring from?"
"I don't know his name," said the boy, taking another pull of water and looking 
troubled for the first time. "I'd never seen him before. He was richly dressed 
in the western style, even though he wore a dark cloak that he probably thought 
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had iron gray hair and a look about him that somehow, well, suggested a mage. 
Not like you, my master!" he added brightly.
I didn't have time to wonder if this last comment was meant as an insult "King 
Warm," I said.
"You can't mean that!" said King Haimeric unhappily. That would mean he really 
did set those bandits on us."
But this was not news to any of the rest of us, even if Warin did feel more 
comfortable preserving some of his prestige among his fellow kings by hiring out 
his dirty work. "So Arnulf did send a ring with us to buy the magic horse," said 
Ascelin, "and King Warin, wanting the horse himself and knowing the price was 
the ring, stole it from us. This seems to be a ring destined to be stolen, if 
this boy stole it from Kaz-alrhun after Warin gave it to the mage."
"Then if the mage was still in Xantium when he lost the ring last night," I 
said, "it could not have been him, leaving Xantium on a flying horse, that I 
thought I saw yesterday afternoon in the sandstorm. It must have been Warin."
"But how would Warin have heard about the flying horse?" asked Dominic.
That wouldn't be difficult," said Hugo. "If Arnulfs agents here heard about it, 
then King Warm's agents must have as well."
"Why would Warin have agents in Xantium?" protested the king, but no one was 
listening.
"Did Arnulfs agents tell Warm's agents to steal the ring from us?" suggested 
Dominic darkly.
"So Warin followed us East," said Ascelin, "and arrived just after we did. Does 
he have the flying horse now, boy?"
"Kaz-alrhun does not have it any more," said Maffi cryptically and gave another 
grin. "How about some food? When I realized Kaz-alrhun wasn't going to take the 
loss of his ring with his usual good humor, I had to come to your inn so quickly 
I didn't have time for dinner  or for breakfast!"
Dominic gave him bread and dried fruit. "Does
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King Warin have the ebony horse?" Ascelin demanded again.
"I already told you he did," said Maffi ingenuously
I hoped briefly but improbably that Kaz-alrhun had not told Warin the secret of 
the different pins and that the king had been unable to work it out for himself. 
Instead I tried to concentrate on the question of how King Warin had learned 
there was a flying horse for sale, and that the price was a magic ring from Yurt 
 or, at least, a ring carved with the kingdom s name. The onyx ring was heavy 
in my hand.
"I think I understand," said Dominic suddenly. "Arnulf had somehow heard about 
my ruby snake ring. Because he knew he had no way of getting it, he had this 
ring made by a goldsmith and hoped to pass it off to the mage instead of mine."
"But the onyx ring can't have the same magic properties yours does," objected 
Hugo.
"Perhaps you all are right," the chaplain said slowly, "and my brother did send 
that ring with me, by way of his wife, because he was ashamed to tell me openly 
what he wanted. I shall forgive him the deception, but I now find myself less 
eager to stop and visit him again on the journey home."
"Wait," said Ascelin, flicking his eyes sideways toward Maffi, who was 
peacefully finishing off his dried fruit. "Are you sure we should be discussing 
this, when..."
But Dominic shrugged. 'It doesn't matter what the boy hears or what he guesses, 
because he's going with us. He won't dare go back to Xantium after his latest 
theft, and we need to keep him under our eyes ourselves."
Ascelin immediately objected, but I did not listen. I was rather thinking about 
the chaplain's brother, Arnulf.
Someone  the mage, King Warin, Elerius, perhaps Amulf himself  had started the 
search for a magic ring from Yurt by looking among the disordered bones in 
Dominic's father's tomb. But when it became clear
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that the real magic-imbued ring was not readily available, Arnulf had had the 
nearest wizard cast the spells for a substitute magic ring.
He and his family had never kept a wizard. Therefore, when Arnulf heard that an 
ebony flying horse was for sale, one that would allow him to fly to wherever the 
Black Pearl was concealed and get away again, and that the price was a magic 
ring, he had had to go in search of a wizard  perhaps the same wizard he had 
already hired a decade earlier to install his magical telephone system.
The wizard he found was the royal wizard of a kingdom not very far away, a 
kingdom located in the foothills of the eastern mountains. Arnulf had had the 
onyx ring made for him by Elerius.
I stared at the ring in my hand, not liking this at all. There was nothing 
unusual in a royal wizard performing such a task for someone without a wizard in 
his service, as long as it did not interfere with his own responsibilities. It 
had been a piece of luck for Arnulf that the nearest wizard just happened to be 
the one who was probably the finest graduate the school had ever produced. 
Arnulf must have offered him something quite extraordinary in return. I wondered 
uneasily what.
And Elerius would certainly have told his master, King Warm, what he had done. 
At the time, the king might not have found it significant. By the time he 
realized he wanted a magic ring himself, Elerius had moved on. So Warin had 
waited, knowing that sooner or later the onyx ring would make its way toward the 
east. He had, I remembered, written to King Haimeric about the blue rose and 
urged the king to stop and visit him on his trip. He had known there was 
something special about Yurt, that it had something to do with the ring Amulf 
had requested from his wizard. It must have seemed an answer to a prayer when we 
stopped by directly from Arnulf s house.
Or perhaps not a prayer, I said to myself, remember-
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ing Evrard's veiled warning that he had seen the king engaged in the black arts, 
but something much more ominous.
I mentally shook off this thought. Elerius had taken the same oaths to help 
mankind as did all wizards; the best pupil the school had ever had was not going 
to dabble with demons or assist his master in crime. After all, I reminded 
myself, he had been off to a new post many kingdoms away by the time Warin set 
his bandits on us. I did not feel as reassured by this as I would have liked.
Ascelin stood up, breaking my train of thought. 'Then if the boy's coming with 
us, we'd better start on our way again."
"First," said Dominic, "I want to show you something I found, just a little way 
down the road."
We followed him for a half mile, then he pulled up his stallion and pointed. Cut 
deeply into the stone by the side of the road was a sign, that could have been 
an X and could have been a cross.
This then must be where my brother's caravan disappeared!" said Joachim.
"And look at this," said Dominic, pointing. Cut below the cross, rather shakily, 
was something much smaller that might have been the letter Y. "Is this for 
Yurt?"
Ascelin stood with his hands on his hips, looking back toward Xantium. "Whatever 
it is, we'd better move on quickly. Kaz-alrhun will soon guess what happened to 
his ring if he doesn't already know. Hugo, take the boy up behind you on your 
horse."
"I'm sure if the mage pursues us," said the king, "our wizard will be able to 
protect us, but it would be better not to give him the trouble."
"Of course, of course, good thinking," I said, sliding the onyx ring onto my 
finger and glancing back toward the city. I very much doubted I could protect 
anyone from Kaz-alrhun.
PART SIX
C\t\\ Atib Emir's
I
"Hie Church of the Sepulchre is the most holy spot in Christendom," read Joachim 
from his guidebook. "Every year on Good Friday all the lamps and candles here 
and, indeed, in all the Christian churches of the Holy City are extinguished. On 
Easter morning fire from heaven kindles the lamps. Then all the bells in the 
churches of the city are rung, and the holy flame is used to relight the lamps 
in all those churches."
I looked around, impressed in spite of myself. Normally I would have doubted a 
story of fire from heaven as a tale for the credulous or else the work of an 
unacknowledged wizard. But in this small circular church, whose porter had 
waited to let our group in until the previous group of pilgrims had gone, it was 
impossible to doubt. Between the columns that ringed the church were mosaic 
depictions of the crucifixion and resurrection; written all the way around at 
the top of the wall, in the old imperial language, was the message, "GRAVE, 
WHERE IS THY VICTORY? DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING? FOR AS IN ADAM ALL SHALL DIE, 
EVEN SO IN CHRIST SHALL ALL BE MADE ALIVE."
The church with its mosaics, altars dedicated by the various eastern and western 
groups of Christians, and silken hangings was not the rough cave I had expected. 
In the center there was no roof, only a wide, circular opening through which the 
chaplain told us the fire
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from heaven descended. The hot air from the opening made the flames of the 
silver lamps sway, their light dancing on the precious stones of the altars.
'This way," said Joachim quietly. He led us out not the way we had come but to a 
door on the opposite side which opened onto a dark, cramped stairway cut into 
the rock. Dominic and Ascelin kept their heads well down as we eased ourselves 
around the spiral. We emerged into the cave I had expected to find in the church 
above, the Sepulchre itself.
Candles burned at either end of a stone slab, two feet across and as long as a 
man. The slab, of course, was empty. It struck us, or at least me, even more 
powerfully than the decorations and the lamps of the church above. We did not 
speak but knelt by the slab until another porter came over and told Joachim in a 
low voice that the next group of pilgrims was waiting to enter.
We left by a narrow door at the far end, not quite looking at each other. But I, 
at any rate, and I thought the rest, felt that we had truly reached the goal of 
our pilgrimage.
The duchess and I should try to be here at Easter," said Ascelin a little louder 
than necessary as we came up a flight of steps into bright daylight.
"We haven't been to the Mount of Olives yet," said Joachim, his solemnity 
falling away in the sunshine. For the last week or more he had been as eager and 
enthusiastic as a boy, as all the towns we passed began to be places mentioned 
in the Bible.
On the long overland trip from Xantium to the Holy Land, in spite of watching 
constantly for mages, Ifriti, and bandits, we had seen very little except an 
increasingly dense number of pilgrimage churches, all of which the chaplain 
insisted on visiting. Once we had entered David's Kingdom, and especially the 
last few days here in the Holy City, we had done little besides visit churches.
"And we still need to see Solomon's Temple," said King Haimeric, "although I 
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actually the temple Solomon built himself but one rebuilt after the return of 
the Children of Abraham from the captivity in Babylon."
"Of course," said the chaplain. "It was to the Temple that the child Jesus was 
brought by his parents on the fortieth day after his birth."
"And while you've been looking at all these churches," said Maffi unexpectedly, 
"you still haven't gone to look at the Rock."
"The Rock?" asked the chaplain.
"Of course. The rock on which God told Abraham to sacrifice Isaac."
Maffi stood next to Ascelin, the tall prince's hand resting on his shoulder. 
Even though, in the month since he had joined us, the boy had shown no sign of 
trying to escape, Ascelin, Dominic, and Hugo had tacitly agreed to take turns in 
keeping close to him. Ascelin seemed to be growing oddly fond of him.
'The Rock isn't in my guidebook," said Joachim, leafing through, "but it 
certainly sounds as though we should visit it. Maybe after we see the Mount of 
Olives."
I had already noticed this. For three days he had led us through the Holy City, 
a bustling, modern capital, much cleaner and better laid out than Xantium 
although also much smaller. The entire time it appeared that to him nothing 
built in the last fifteen hundred years, since the later days of the Empire when 
Christianity had become fully established, even existed. The city was sacred to 
three religions, but the chaplain had looked only glancingly at the sites holy 
to the Children of Abraham, taking us by the spired castle of the royal Son of 
David without a real look, and had not even slowed down when passing those sites 
holy to the People of the Prophet.
I wondered briefly if Maffl, too, considered this a pilgrimage, then remembered 
Arnulfs agents telling me that the true pilgrimage goal for those who followed 
the Prophet was somewhere deep in the
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desert, very far to the south. I was afraid I had not paid very close attention.
"I realize what struck me as strange about this place," said Hugo to me as we 
stood on the Mount of Olives, looking across the Valley of Josaphat at the 
tangle of city roofs on the steep slopes across from us. We had already seen the 
little church on the Mount which sheltered the stone from which Christ had 
ascended into heaven. "This city isn't built on the water."
He was right. The City back home and Xantium were both major ports; even the 
small cities that dotted the western kingdoms tended to be built on rivers. 
"It's probably because it's never been a trading center," I suggested. 'It's 
been a place for kings and priests, but never for merchants."
'It also seems," continued Hugo in a low voice, "too, well, wholesome a city for 
you to expect someone to disappear. If there really were rumors here last year 
about Noah's Ark  and no one seems to have heard anything about it  then that, 
too, should be exciting but not perilous. Yet the last message my mother had 
from my father was the one he sent from here back to the City by another 
pilgrim, that he would go south a little way and then start for home."
'Then we'll go south as well," I said, squinting into the distance. 'The Wadi 
that Dominic's looking for should be off in that direction somewhere."
"I've tried drawing that boy out," added Hugo, "and he won't say anything 
definite, but I keep getting the impression he met my father's party when they 
came through Xantium last year."
'The mage Kaz-alrhun had also met Evrard," I said, glancing toward Maffi. He 
stood beside Dominic now, quietly listening as the chaplain pointed out all the 
churches one could see from here, churches built on the sites of important 
events in the life of Christ and
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the apostles or of the martyrdoms of early saints, most of which we had already 
visited. "I don't know about you, Hugo, but I keep feeling there are too many 
coincidences here. Everyone, except of course us, seems to know what's been 
happening and what it has to do with Dominic's ring and with your father."
"Are you ready for the Temple of Solomon?" called the chaplain to us happily.
But that evening when we went to the room we shared in the pilgrims' hospice, he 
seemed oddly subdued. The white-painted halls were full of other travelers with 
crosses sewn to their shoulders. The hospice itself was very austere, the rooms 
small and undecorated, the beds hard, and the dining room serving only flat 
bread stuffed with lentils and cucumbers.
I tried to read more of Melecherius on Eastern Magic, but in the dim light of a 
single candle it was difficult to follow. More and more I had the feeling 
Melecherius had profoundly misunderstood what the mages had tried to teach him. 
I closed the book and glanced over at the chaplain. He sat on the opposite bed, 
leafing through his guidebook with even less light than I had, but then he did 
not seem to be reading.
"So have we seen all the pilgrimage sites, Joachim?" I asked, kicking off my 
shoes and stretching out, hands behind my head. There were no chairs.
"I'm not sure," he said slowly. "I don't like to admit this, but there are two 
or three churches in here, which I myself marked that we visited yesterday, but 
which I now have trouble remembering."
They do all tend to run together afterawhile," Iagreed.
"But they shouldn't!" he said with a flash of his dark eyes. "I've longed to 
visit the Holy Land all my life, to walk with living feet on the streets where 
Christ trod. Now that I'm here at last I can't have the holy sites all 'run 
together'!"
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I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked at him. "Read the descriptions 
again," I suggested. "I know you won't have forgotten the Holy Sepulchre, so 
just concentrate on the smaller churches. Think about each one individually. It 
must say in your guidebook which ones have monks and that will help 
differentiate them. You should be able to pick out the one where the porter 
didn't want to admit Maffi and the one where Dominic banged his head. If you can 
picture all of us standing inside and think about whatever we saw first  
mosaics, altar, candelabra  you'll then be able to get die rest of the 
details."
Joachim closed the book and flopped down. "I'm not an overly ambitious tourist," 
he replied gloomily, "getting different picturesque sites confused. I'm a priest 
who has visited the places where Christ lived and died to bring us salvation, 
yet who still finds himself thinking about supper at the end of the day, gets 
sore feet from walking and standing, and needs to consult a guidebook when the 
experience should be burned into my soul."
I thought about this in silence for a moment, knowing better than to offer any 
more of the memory tricks that had allowed me to squeak through the wizards' 
school without ever being properly studious. I had, just barely, managed to save 
die chaplain's life, but it was going to be difficult if he now expected me to 
save his soul as well.
"Maybe it's die overall experience diat's important," I offered, "not die 
details of die individual pilgrimage churches."
He turned to look toward me, a long, intense stare diat suddenly turned into a 
smile. 'Thank you, Daimbert," he said, stretching out again. "You're absolutely 
right."
"Right about what?' I said, startled.
"I should have realized diis from die beginning," he said widi surprisingly good 
humor. "Now I know why
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I've been having to fight against spiritual dissatisfaction this entire journey. 
I'd assumed it was only the temptings of the devil and, of course, in part it 
was, but I now realize it also came from my own misdirected attentions."
It was no use asking him to explain what he meant. I wouldn't understand even if 
he did.
"I had thought that to come on pilgrimage to the Holy Land would be the 
culminating experience of my life, the opportunity for my soul to rise above 
mundane concerns at last and reach toward God. In part it certainly has been, 
but I was constantly irritated in finding myself still on and of the earth, 
worried by earthly things.
"Now you've made it evident, with your clear insight, that I'd been missing the 
point all along. The kingdom of God cometh not with observation, neither shall 
they say, Lo here! or, lo there! For behold, the kingdom of God is within you.' 
It is not my body that needed to go where Jesus lived nearly two millennia ago, 
but my spirit that needed to rise to meet the living Christ." He gave me a quick 
glance. "God can use even a wizard for His purposes."
"Glad to be of service," I mumbled.
Ascelin and Dominic found the Wadi Harhammi on an old, yellowed map they came 
across in the bottom of the map drawer of a dark bookstore in the oldest part of 
the city. None of the newer maps, even the most detailed, included it.
It seemed, from the rather confused symbols the mapmaker had used, to be up in 
the stony hills a few days' journey south of the emirate of Bahdroc. But the map 
showed no road leading to the Wadi.
"Do you still want to go there?" asked Ascelin. We all sat on the floor, crowded 
into the kings room in the pilgrims' hospice. 'That mage certainly knew about 
the Wadi. I'm afraid we don't have much hope of being the
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first there  even if no one else had reached there already in the last fifty 
years."
"We may have to face the mage wherever we go," said Dominic. Tm beginning to 
wonder if he's been toying with us, to let us travel all the way unmolested from 
Xantium to the Holy City."
"And don't forget King Warm," said Hugo. "He stole Arnulfs onyx ring from us on 
purpose to buy the flying horse, which by now has certainly taken him to the 
Wadi if that's where he was going."
'That is," I put in, "unless Arnulfs agents somehow managed to get the horse 
away from Kaz-alrhun first  after all, when I last saw them they seemed to 
think the horse was now legally Arnulfs."
"We should go south in any event," said the king, "because that is the direction 
Sir Hugo's party took. As the mage mentioned the Wadi Harhammi to us, he may 
also have mentioned it to them. We can ask after them in the oases along the way 
and, if we reach the emir's city without word, perhaps we can enlist his aid."
Maffi sat in the corner, following the discussion with bright eyes but saying 
nothing. I wondered uneasily if he was acting as Kaz-alrhun s agent. If so, I 
couldn't see how even a mage could get information from him while he stayed as 
close to us as Ascelin made sure he did
Dominic looked at his hands, where the ruby of his ring shone in the candle 
light "I shall travel to the Wadi whether the rest of you wish to accompany me 
past the emir's city or not. My father died with it in his thoughts. We were too 
foolish for fifty years to realize there was a message hidden in this ring, but 
even if I'm far too late I must get there at last."
Dominic glanced toward the king for confirmation as he finished, but the rest of 
us were already slowly nodding. This had been King Haimeric's pilgrimage, but we 
had now completed that aspect of the journey. Somewhere between Dominic's 
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Holy City, his quest and the search for Sir Hugo had become fused.
"I agree with you, Dominic," said King Haimeric. "We should carry out my 
brothers last wishes and at least try to find whatever he and his wizard thought 
was hidden there. Tomorrow morning we can send a message to the queen, by those 
pilgrims who said they were heading straight back to the City, so that she'll 
know we've been delayed."
"Whether we find anything in the Wadi or not," said Hugo, "the emir's city will 
be the best place to look for my father's tracks."
"It should also be the best place to find the blue rose," commented the king, 
brightening.
Ascelin rose to his feet and stretched, his hands brushing the ceiling. Then 
tomorrow we'd better buy provisions," he said, "including more waterskins. It's 
going to be a dry journey."
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The Holy City was at the southern end of Davids Kingdom. Beyond the city, once 
we left behind the irrigated vineyards and olive trees, a land I had thought was 
already dry became even drier. The sky stretched for a thousand miles above us, 
cloudless and pale. The last remains of western civilization were left behind.
Ascelin had bought us all, including Maffi, densely woven white robes to replace 
our badly worn pilgrimage cloaks. I examined mine critically and decided it was 
made of goat's hair. I had been afraid the long robes would make us even hotter, 
but instead they reflected away the sunlight. The deep folds of the headdresses 
shaded our eyes; as long as we moved no more than necessary and stopped to rest 
in whatever shade we could find in the middle of the day, the dryness was more 
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I had expected the desert to be completely barren, but even here plants grew, 
scrubby gray-green bushes spaced far apart, though the soil between them was 
bare and stony. The low, steady wind kept up a continuous murmur in the bushes. 
It sounded like someone speaking, just too softly to hear, a commentary in the 
background that we could not understand and never quite ignore. In the early 
morning and late afternoon, lizards scampered across the open spots, but in the 
middle of the day the only living creature we saw, other than ourselves, was the 
occasional snake or high, soaring bird.
Fortunately the road we followed led from oasis to oasis, spaced a day's journey 
apart, so that we could drink deeply of the alkaline water and refill the 
containers for ourselves and our horses. Sometimes the water merely seeped into 
a shallow depression scraped out between the palm trees, but usually there was a 
round basin, surprisingly deep, in which the water looked black though it ran 
clear when we ladeled it out. Ascelin warned us to be sure to shake out our 
boots every morning in case scorpions had crawled in during the night.
At the oases we exchanged a few words with other travelers, but there were not a 
lot of them, for the major trade routes between Xantium and the emir's city 
toward which we were heading did not detour through the Holy City. A line of 
jagged mountains, like teeth two thousand feet high, lay to our right, 
separating us from the main north-south roads.
For the most part the other travelers kept to their tents and we kept to ours. 
But always when Dominic was rubbing down Whirlwind at least one man wandered 
over, as though casually, to look the stallion over and remark on his size and 
strength. Whirlwind snorted both at them and at their own horses.
As the long, dry days succeeded each other, I kept looking for Kaz-alrhun, with 
or without the ebony
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horse, to swoop down on us from the sky, but he did not appear. I found myself 
hoping that if he did attack us he would do so soon, before we spent any more 
days crawling through this enormous and rocky landscape.
In the cool of the long desert evenings I tried without success to find the 
secret of the spell of the onyx ring. Maffi sat next to me, silent while I 
concentrated, his bony knees drawn up.
All I could be sure of was what I had discovered immediately, that it was a 
school spell, which meant technical and complicated. If it had indeed been cast 
by Elerius, the best wizard the school had ever produced, I was afraid that 
meant it was too powerful for my resources. Maybe I would have done better my 
whole career if I'd tried learning eastern magic.
I teased at the edges of the spell and suddenly thought I had caught a loose, 
revealing thread of its magic construction, but when I tried to follow it up I 
only discovered a large black spot before my eyes, as though I were somehow 
looking into the center of the onyx.
I put the ring back on my finger without learning any more of its secrets and 
took out Melecherius on Eastern Magic. I still hoped that somewhere in its pages 
was something that I could use against an Ifrit, if we met one guarding the 
secret of the Wadi Harhammi.
Melecherius was no more helpful this evening than he had been the evening 
before. Ifriti, the book told me with what I was increasingly sure was not 
first-hand knowledge, were essentially immortal, as full of unchanneled magic as 
dragons and as dangerous. "Have you ever seen an Ifrit?" I asked Maffi.
"No," he said thoughtfully, "but I know how to deal with them!"
"You do?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course. The tales tell all about it. Ifriti are cunning, but they're also 
stupid  a bad combination.
If you accidentally let one out of a bottle where it's been imprisoned by some 
great spell in the past, you can always get it to go back in by taunting it. 
Tell it you can't believe it ever fit in a space so small and, when it crawls 
back in to show you, quickly slap in the binding stopper!"
This didn't sound as though it would work unless Ifriti were even stupider than 
he suggested.
"Do you think I could learn to be a mage?" Maffi asked.
I looked over at his smile and bright eyes. "You probably could. I'm sure you're 
intelligent enough. But I don't know where you'd go to learn magic here in the 
East I assume you'll have to apprentice yourself to someone  do you think 
you'll ever dare face Kaz-alrhun again?"
He laughed at that. "How about teaching me some of your school magic?"
"Well," I said slowly, "magic is really the same force throughout the world. 
What makes western magic distinctive is its organization and some of its 
technical discoveries  like telephones."
"I've heard about telephones," said Maffi, who never admitted not to have heard 
of something. "But when we in the East need to communicate long distances, we 
find a deep, dark pool, say certain secret words, and then we see the face we've 
been looking for!"
"Well, I don't know any communications spells that involve deep pools, but I 
could try teaching you something else. How about an illusion?"
There were surprisingly few people in Yurt interested in magic beyond asking me 
to produce whatever effect they needed at the moment. Even the king's brief 
interest in learning to fly was years in the past. I taught Maffi the elementary 
spell that would allow him to put an illusory spot of color on his arm or leg. 
He couldn't get the words to work for the full range of colors and the illusion 
faded, of course, after a few
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moments. But for most of the rest of our trip to the emir's city, he had a pink 
or purple spot on him somewhere.
This land has been civilized for ten thousand years," Joachim said to me. There 
were cities and temples and emperors and trade here while the men and women of 
what are now the western kingdoms were still dressed in skins and grubbing 
around in the woods after roots."
Then it must not have always been as dry as it is now," I replied.
The heat of summer may not be the best time to judge," he said, "but I do think 
the climate must be drier now." Among the broken stones that littered the side 
of the road were some that had clearly once been carved, as well as shards of 
pottery, the same tawny color as the stone but painted with dark concentric 
circles. Once I pulled up my mare to dismount and scoop up a silver coin from 
among the shards, its inscription so worn as to be illegible.
In the center of the day, when we sought out the narrow shadows of boulders and 
the heat beat on us like something solid, we sometimes saw mirages in the 
distance. A city, white-spired, ky just a few more miles down the road, 
flickering in welcome, though it always disappeared before we reached the place 
where it seemed to lie. It seemed as though the voice of that unreal city must 
be the voice in the wind talking to us.
"But it is a real city," said Maffi. He had been experimenting with the spell I 
had taught him and today had pink spots with purple centers on both hands. "Some 
people say that an Ifrit captured an entire city centuries ago, in the days of 
Solomon, and moved it around from place to place. But others say that cities are 
reflected from the desert sky as though from a mirror and appear and disappear 
before travelers. I think it's all right to see a city. It's when you
start seeing lakes that you know you will soon die of thirst"
I wasn't sure whether to worry more about thirst, Ifriti, or bandits. Hie other 
travelers on the road, all of whom moved more swiftly than we did on their 
lithe, sure-footed horses, often gave us long looks from within the shadows of 
their headdresses, but none so far attempted to attack us, either by day or at 
night at the oases, under the dry and ominously rattling fronds of the palms. 
None of them seemed to be Kaz-alrhun or King Warin.
One morning Ascelin, whose watch it was, woke me shortly before dawn. "Could you 
watch for me, Wizard?" he asked quietly. 'Til be back very soon."
I crawled out under a sky brightening from gray to pink; he was gone before I 
could ask where. I relit our fire and started the water boiling for tea. As the 
sun's orange rim slid up over the horizon, he reappeared, looking pleased.
"It was a desert fox," he said, getting out the tin cups. "I saw her just at the 
edge of the oasis. I think she'd slipped down for a drink and had hoped to get 
away without being spotted. But I managed to track her  and it's hard tracking, 
too, on this rocky soil! I'd show you, but I don't want to frighten her. She's 
got a den with three kits a half mile from here."
The others were now stirring and coming to join us. "A desert fox has wonderful 
ears, very long," Ascelin added. "She must need them to listen for mice  or for 
men trying to follow her!"
During the second week of our journey south I began to worry about the king. He 
dismissed my concerns with a smile, but during the day I kept a surreptitious 
eye on him. He really was an old man, though he worked to make us forget that, 
and he was certainly the most frail of us in this searing and unforgiving land. 
He was very quiet, not talking even when Ascelin called a halt to rest and to 
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horses, sometimes forgetting to take a drink himself unless Dominic reminded 
him.
Hugo, on the other hand, became as active in the heat as a lizard. He began 
strolling over to the black tents of the other travelers during our evenings in 
the oases and striking up conversations about his father. A small group of 
aristocratic western pilgrims and a red-headed mage should have been fairly 
conspicuous, but no one would acknowledge ever having seen them.
"We may have to appeal to the emir," Hugo said at last. "I can't tell if no one 
s really seen them or if these people just distrust us. What they need is a 
command from an important political leader. I wonder if there's the slightest 
chance the emir would even be willing to see a band of westerners."
We came down out of the stony desert hills among which we had spent three weeks 
and saw before us a white-walled city, the city of the mirages. It was 
surrounded by irrigated fields colored a fresh green we had almost forgotten 
existed, and orchards where both fruit and flowers grew together. Palm trees 
rustled in the wind along the fringes of the fields. To our right we could see a 
broad road coiling away to the northwest, the main route to Xantium.
"This is the fabled emirate of Bahdroc," said Ascelin, unrolling the map to show 
us. "We're well out of the Holy Land here, into a place where few westerners 
ever go. The last of the caliphs had his capital here a millennium ago and the 
current emir continues his rule, though on a much narrower scale."
I shaded my eyes to look at the city. In the center rose a sharp outcropping 
crowned with more white towers. On the far side of the city stretched a glassy 
lake or arm of the ocean, disappearing into the distance, the color of weathered 
jade.
"This city faces east, not west," Ascelin continued, "onto the landlocked Dark 
Sea, but if one crosses over the Sea
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one comes to the edges of the true outer ocean and to the harbors where spices 
and tea come in from the Far East"
"It's not a real trading center like Xantium," said Maffi somewhat smugly. 'It's 
not much more than a way station. Here, pilgrims every year start the last stage 
of their journey to the most holy sites of the Prophet, and here the spices of 
the East are transferred from ships to land transport."
"Do they also import silk?" I asked.
Ascelin shook his head. "Silk comes overland from the northern part of the East 
and spices by water from the far southern parts. I don't know of anyone who's 
actually been there, but the true East must be larger than all the western 
kingdoms put together."
"I know someone who'd been to the East," put in Maffi. "He said that the men 
there can grow no beards, even if they try their entire lives."
"That seems unlikely," Hugo began, as though feeling the boy was interfering 
with his monopoly on specious travelers' tales.
But he did not get a chance to finish. The king startled us all by speaking for 
the first time that day. "Rosebushes!"
He had his face turned up, testing the wind. We all sniffed as well and caught 
it, a scent completely unlike the sharp smell of desert sage that had 
accompanied us the last three weeks: It was the smell of roses.
King Haimeric kicked his mare forward and the rest of us scrambled to catch up. 
We followed the steep stony track down to where it abruptly became a broad, 
smoothly paved road, between fields where swarthy men worked. The king galloped 
another quarter mile, then pulled up abruptly by a low fence. Beyond was a 
tangle of rosebushes.
Ascelin grabbed the mare's reins as the king leaped off. Haimeric vaulted the 
fence in a show of energy I had not seen in him in years and plunged between the 
bushes. 'They may have the blue ones here!" he called
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back over his shoulder. "I see maroon and lavender, even a red darker than 
anything I've ever been able to grow, and  " He broke off as a man rose slowly 
from the middle of the bushes.
The man had Kaz-alrhun's bulk but was not as dark. It was not Kaz-alrhun 
himself, I told my wildly beating heart. He scowled down at the king, whose 
headdress had fallen back in his excitement. "Are you a westerner?"
"And a fellow rose grower," said the king with enthusiasm. "I've never seen 
colors like some of yours. We've heard, in the west, that someone here has been 
able to breed a blue rose. Might it be you?"
The chaplain and I exchanged glances and both shook our heads. King Haimeric was 
as excited to see an eastern rose garden as Joachim had been to see the churches 
of the Holy City. The kings age and frailty had all dropped away. His naked 
interest in roses was a much more powerful protection against harm than any 
spell I could have cast.
The huge rose grower's scowl turned into a wide smile. "Come and I shall show 
you what I have. I work for the emir, of course. He has roses of his own inside 
the palace, but there are several of us outside the city who also cultivate 
cuttings and do crosses for him. For two years now, he has announced to rose 
growers throughout the East that he has a blue rose. And the rose he has is 
mine!"
Maffi tugged at my arm. 'If this man really is a grower for the emir of 
Bahdroc," he said in a low voice, "then he is a powerful man indeed."
The rest of us tied our horses to the fence and made our way cautiously amidst 
the roses' spiny branches. The king and the grower chattered away on topics 
ranging from soil acidity to aphids to crosses that just wouldn't breed true as 
they slipped between the bushes, far more easily than we did.
"Now this section is what I call my blues," the man continued from the far end 
of the garden. He and the
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Dushed past glorious reds and yellows without slowing down. The bushes at this 
end seemed rather spindly to me and the blossoms drooped in spite of a soil 
watered so heavily it was spongy underfoot. "This was my first attempt."
The flowers in question were more green than anything, a rather sickly shade and 
with an unpleasant odor.
"But then I decided to try to approach blue from the direction of the deep reds 
instead," the man continued. He showed us several maroon blooms of the same 
color as ones the king had already spotted. "But we come now to the best of 
all."
I don't know what I expected, something enormous and showy probably, a sapphire 
blue that would take our breaths away. What we were shown instead was a rose 
with few and rather tattered petals, of a violet that could only be called blue 
if one overlooked the rather pinkish cast.
"I see," said King Haimeric, fighting disappointment with what I considered 
remarkably good grace. "And this is the blue which is exciting rose growers 
throughout the East?"
The huge man's smile split his face. "It is of a certainty! But I remain 
unsatisfied, as does the emir. We may have the first blue rose ever grown, but 
we want to make it better yet! You may notice it has but little scent___"
That was the least of its problems, I thought, but said nothing.
"I wonder if it would be possible to meet the emir," said the king, his 
enthusiasm back as if it had never gone. "Did I mention I'm a king myself, back 
in the western kingdoms?" I froze, but he did not mention Yurt directly. "It 
would be a great honor to meet such a renowned leader and grower."
"You are a king, are you?" said the grower with an incredulous chuckle. "Well, 
they do have some odd
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customs, I hear, out in the west. You might interest the emir at that; he says 
that he likes to hear or see at least one new thing each day, but it is 
sometimes hard for him now that he is too old to travel. This time of day he 
generally holds open court for plaintiffs, so I am sure he would be happy to 
hear you and, I assume, your party." He looked Ascekn up and down, gave the rest 
of us a glance, shrugged, paused to lock the little gate in his low wall, then 
led us along the palm-lined road toward the city.
Ill
In the fields closer to the city, a tangle of rather sickly trees was being 
uprooted. We all stopped to stare in amazement at the creature doing the 
uprooting. It looked roughly like a horse with enormous, sail-like ears, but was 
far bigger. A very small man, or at least small by comparison, armed only with a 
stick, seemed to be directing it. Most surprising of all, the appendage like an 
arm with which the creature seized the tree trunks appeared to be its nose.
"What mage could have made  "I started to say and stopped. This wasn't the 
product of magic. An aura of spells sparkled in a rather unfocused manner over 
the emir's city, but this was an ordinary, living animal.
"Do you not recognize an elephant?" said Maffi loftily. 'They are extremely 
strong and indeed enjoy work like this, but you can't keep them alive in the 
depths of the desert, because it's too dry."
"Don't try to pretend you know more about such creatures than we do," said Hugo 
reprovingly. "You know you've never been out of Xantium before."
"But I saw one once in Xantium," the boy protested, "near the governor's palace. 
I think someone sent it to him as a gift."
Just outside the emir's city we had to retreat to the edge of the road as a 
great mass of armed men
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emerged through the gates. The one in the lead carried, unsheathed, the most 
enormous sword I had even seen. In the center of a crush of turbaned heads, I 
saw one man who walked bareheaded. His eyes passed over us, but he did not see 
us. Hugo stared at him as though fearing it might be his father, realized what 
he was doing, and looked away.
"A condemned criminal, of course," said the rose grower in response to a 
question from the king. "He will be beheaded out at the edge of the desert, 
where the desert wind will come, cleanse away the blood with blown sand, and 
repurify. Do you not have a similar custom in the west?"
The king didn't answer, and we followed our guide on through the city gates. Our 
route took us past the spice warehouses where sharp mixed smells, both savory 
and sweet, struck us on every side. The iron doors were guarded both by armed 
men and by shadowy forms that reeked of magic, but the grower led us at too 
rapid a pace for me to probe properly. At a small open-air market, set between 
unwindowed bulks of warehouses, a ragged, dark-haired woman was buying for a 
single coin a bag of peppercorns that would have cost her a year's wages back in 
the west. The cooking smells that greeted us when we emerged into the 
residential part of town indicated that all cooks here used spices 
enthusiastically.
The emir's palace was in the very center of the city, built on a steep rocky 
pinnacle that rose above the crowded streets. We had to leave our horses at the 
bottom, in what appeared to be stables reserved for those visiting the emir, and 
climb narrow, whitewashed stairs built half into the rock itself. Maffi gave 
Hugo a low, running commentary on the history of Bahdroc as we climbed, but I 
missed most of it.
At the top, a vizier gorgeously robed in satin met us and started to demand our 
business, but after a few words with the grower he motioned us through open
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gates. The grower led us without hesitation down a maze of airy arcades. Men 
with curved swords eyed but did not challenge us. I tried without success to 
keep track of the turnings and glanced back at Ascelin who, from the 
concentration on his face, was trying to do the same thing.
We emerged at last into a sunny courtyard with a fish pond in the center. A 
campaign chair, empty, stood in the center. Both floor and pool were paved with 
gleaming white marble. Swords, spears, and shields hung from white marble walls. 
No one was there, and the grower kept walking. "This is the courtyard of the 
emir's youth," he said over his shoulder.
But when he noticed that I had stopped, he stopped as well. I stood staring into 
the pond where brilliant red, blue, and gold fish, unlike anything I had ever 
seen before, swam about. They looked at me almost imploringly  maybe they 
wanted to be fed. But I was not particularly interested in the fish. I stared 
instead at a shadowy figure at the bottom of the pool, something low and flat 
with a number of legs. The legs were scrubbing busily at the marble, getting off 
the algae.
"It's a magic creature," I said to no one in particular, "but I've never seen 
anything like it before. What is it? It moves as though it was alive, but a mage 
must have created it"
The creature finished cleaning the marble and crawled out. It was a uniform gray 
and no more recognizable in full sunlight than it was in the depth of the pool. 
It went, dripping, across the courtyard and settled itself into the corner.
"Ifs an automaton, of course," said Maffi. "Don't you have them where you come 
from? You saw Kaz-alrhun's ebony horse."
"But I didn't realize a mage could make something that didn't even look like a 
living creature."
"Well, it's modern magic, of course," said Maffi good-naturedly. "I know you're 
a little old-fashioned in the west."
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And I had thought the east old-fashioned! The rose grower led us on through 
another series of arcades to a second courtyard.
Here stood an enormous throne, sheltered by striped awnings. I expected to see 
the emir at last, but this courtyard too was empty. As we watched, a white 
peacock hopped onto the throne's stone seat and gave a shriek. Trees and bushes 
with flowers the color of blood grew all around. I saw birds hopping in the 
branches, and was caught by the metallic gleam from the feathers. One fixed me 
with a jewel eye.
"More automatons?" I asked as casually as I could.
"Of course," said the grower. 'This is the courtyard of the emir's maturity 
where he commanded great armies and reveled in great luxury." As we headed out 
the far side, the automaton birds behind us began to sing, a song of such 
intense sweetness that I stumbled
But the grower kept on walking. I had completely lost track of the turnings. 
Finally we reached a third courtyard, also open to die sky but lined on three 
sides with shady arcades. More flowers bloomed riotously in the center. In the 
distance beyond the lower fourth wall, we could see sunlight glinting on the 
Dark Sea. Here fountains played, and an old man, turbaned and dressed in 
dazzling white, sat on a bench by the fountains, watching us approach.
It was not precisely the image of the East I had had back in Yurt, but it was 
close. Another of the strange automaton shapes, radiating magic, stood behind 
the old man. The rose grower knelt before him and kissed the pavement between 
his hands. "Oh, glorious one, live forever! I have brought you something new and 
strange, a great wonder, travelers from a distant land who say that they have 
heard of your blue roses! One of them is a normal boy, but the rest claim to be 
westerners. Their skin may be pale and their accents strange, but their 
enthusiasm for roses is unfeigned."
I had thought that our skin had become quite dark
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after months of travel, but we still could not match the swarthiness of the men 
here. The emir motioned with one hand. When he moved I could see that his white 
robes were sewn all over with pearls.
I got a better look at the automaton behind him, shadowed by an arcade. As I 
watched, and indeed the entire time we were in the courtyard, it spun about very 
slowly and deliberately, without a sound. It had five sides, five eyes and five 
arms, and each of its five hands clutched a long knife to protect the emir. Two 
enormous spotted cats on leashes, real animals these, reclined beside him. They 
gave us bored looks and turned away.
'These do, indeed, appear to be something new and strange," said the emir, 
although I would have thought we rather paled in comparison. "Approach, then, 
travelers from afar!"
There were rosebushes growing in the courtyard, but a surreptitious glance found 
no blue flowers. The king stepped forward at once, but Ascelin gripped my arm. 
"Something's wrong," he hissed into my ear.
The others were following the king forward. "You've been doing this ever since 
we reached Arnulf s house," I hissed back. "Ifyou don't want to be here, fine, 
go back to the horses, but we can't let the king miss his opportunity to find 
his rose or, probably, for Hugo to find his father."
Ascelin bit his lip and flashed me a look from blue eyes that I had to admit 
looked surprisingly strange when the eyes of everyone around us were black. But 
he took a long, slow breath and stepped forward as well, without enough 
hesitation to provoke comment.
Since King Haimeric knelt before the emir, the rest of us did, too. "This one 
says he is a western king," commented the rose grower.
"But I come to you not as someone claiming equality," said the king, sitting 
back carefully on his heels, his first movement in the last hour that looked as 
though it might pain him. "Rather, I come as a
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suppliant. I have dreamed all my life of a blue rose, a true blue, one that 
would rival sapphires in color and the most expensive perfumes in scent." So my 
expectations were also his. "And we have heard in the west that you have grown 
such a thing."
The emir made a slight motion of his hand, and a man stepped out of the shadows 
at the edge of the courtyard to bring the king a pillow on which he settled 
himself gratefully.
"You then ask to see such a rose?" asked the emir. One of his spotted cats gave 
a long yawn, full of teeth, as though in disdain. I looked toward the grower, 
worrying that he might be offended by the king's implied insult to his best 
blue, but he only beamed as though proud to have brought the emir such an 
amusing guest.
"I seek even more, glorious one," said King Haimeric. "Even we in the west know 
that an emir's power, to help or to harm, to raise up and to cast down, is 
unlimited. I would like the rootstock of such a rose for my own."
At this, the emir began to laugh in what looked to me genuine amusement. "And 
this is your only request?"
"I do have other requests, glorious one," the king continued, undaunted. "We 
would like to inquire if you have perhaps seen friends of ours, a group of four 
westerners including a wizard. The wizard has red hair." The emir's smile 
disappeared abruptly.
There was a brief, very tense moment in which I could have sworn the air 
crackled. Ascelin nudged me with his foot and let his hand rest, as though 
casually, on his hilt. I kept my eyes on the silent automaton behind the emir 
and put together the first words of a lifting spell, to transport the king up 
and out of here.
But then the emir smiled again. It did not look to me like the same smile. "I am 
delighted to help such amusing guests. And you will be my guests, won't you?
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I have rooms where you shall stay. Refreshment will be brought to you at once." 
For some reason, I could feel Ascelin start to relax. "We can talk more in the 
cool of the evening."
IV
The emir clapped his hands once and half a dozen young women darted into the 
courtyard. Their faces were veiled so that only their eyes showed, but the rest 
of their clothing was very brief and their loose, silken trousers did nothing to 
hide their legs. They whisked us to our feet with gentle touches under the elbow 
and escorted us, wordless but giggling, out of the courtyard, down more 
passageways, and into a low-ceilinged outer room whose single window led to a 
balcony looking down over the sun-drenched city and the Dark Sea. An open 
doorway led to a white-tiled room where hot water was already beginning to 
steam. The women left us for a moment but were back almost immediately with a 
tray of fresh fruit, a hot pitcher of what I assumed was tea, bread, and salt.
Ascelin plunged his finger into the salt and licked it off. MafB joined him. 
"It's all right now," Ascelin said in a low voice when King Haimeric opened his 
mouth to reprove him. 'They wouldn't share salt with us if they meant to kill 
us."
"But why should they want to kill us?' asked the king.
The emir has seen my father," said Hugo in a tight voice.
"We were greeted as something to amuse a bored old man," said Ascelin, "but 
everything changed as soon as you mentioned Sir Hugo."
Maffi nudged Ascelin. "Not in front of the slave girls, my masters," he 
murmured.
The slave girls stood across the room, watching and whispering to each other. 
"Thank you," said the king to them. "We'll call if we need anything else." They
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trooped out, giggling again, and one winked over her shoulder at Hugo.
'They are slaves?" said Joachim to Maffi. "I fear I did not recognize them as 
such. I wonder what sort of 'duties,' degrading and debilitating to die soul, 
they are expected to perform in a place like this."
Ascelin closed the door carefully behind them. I poured a cup from the pitcher. 
It neither looked nor smelled like tea.
I hesitated, but Maffi took the cup out of my hand. "It's coffee, my masters," 
he said with a grin. "We of the desert were drinking coffee long before traders 
to the Far East began bringing back tea. Tea is such an insipid brew in 
comparison; I'm not sure why you westerners ever took it up."
He began an explanation of where coffee came from, somewhere far to the south of 
the desert where dry sand gave way to wet jungles, but I was not listening. 
Instead I stood quietly to one side, probing with magic. Even though I had 
snapped at Ascelin, I trusted his hunter's instincts more than I trusted anyone 
in the emir's employ.
I could find no one actively working magic in the palace, though the presence of 
the automatons made it hard to make sense of all the magical currents. But 
outside, either in the city or perhaps even beyond the city, I sensed a 
disturbance in the forces of magic, suggesting someone  or something  of 
enormous power. I came back to myself with a start, not wanting to let whoever 
or whatever was there knew I had spotted them. Either Kaz-alrhun, I thought, or 
an Ifrit.
"Is my father here?" asked Hugo in a low voice at my shoulder.
Since I had never met his father, I would not recognize his mind even if I 
touched it, but I knew his wizard. I let myself slide along the surface of the 
forces of magic, slipping past the minds of all those in the palace, a long 
process as there seemed to be a
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remarkable number of people here. But I did not find Evrard. "Not here," I said 
at last.
Hugo nodded glumly. "Ihadn'texpecteditwouldbethat easy. At first I hoped that if 
the emir liked King Haimeric he'd be willing to assist us, to command his 
dependents to help us investigate their disappearance. But as soon as the king 
mentioned the red-haired wizard and I saw die emir's face change, I knew he did 
know who they were, but there was no chance he was going to help us find them. 
If they'd just been held prisoner here, at feast we could have tried to rescue 
them__"
The king sampled the coffee and declared it strong, quite unlike tea, and much 
better than he expected. I tried some as well and agreed with his assessment. 
The aroma slipped into the consciousness as delicately as a distant melody, and 
a long, hot swallow made one feel rather abruptly awake. I wondered if King 
Haimeric was planning to take home to the queen some of the leaves or berries or 
whatever it was brewed from.
The sun had set, touching the Dark Sea with fingers of gold, when the emir sent 
for us. I had spent the afternoon making further desultory and unsuccessful 
attempts to unravel the spell on the onyx ring. Back in the emir's courtyard of 
old age, candles had been lit inside paper lanterns, giving everything a fairy 
glow. The air was no longer hot, but still warm, and lay on our arms like a 
sensuous touch.
Freshly bathed, dressed not in our goat s-hair desert robes but in the cleanest 
clothes from the bottom of our packs, we reclined on padded benches while the 
slave girls brought us iced sherbet and almonds. The last place we had had an 
iced dish had been at King Warin's castle, tucked into the foothills below icy 
peaks. I tried to calculate the nearest place from which the emir could obtain 
ice and how expensive the transportation would be, and gave it up.
A tune then arose from within the arcaded shadows
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beyond the light of the lanterns. The girls began to dance, swaying back and 
forth, twirling around each other in a complicated pattern that I couldn't quite 
follow. Their bare feet moved quickly and surely; dark eyes flashed at us from 
above their veils. Then the music paused and again they served us, this time 
with diced lamb and pickled eggplant.
"If the old man is a prisoner somewhere," commented Hugo to me with a grin in 
his voice, "I hope he's got entertainment like this."
At last the emir spoke. "So you have come all this way in search of a blue rose, 
western travelers? I would have thought it would have been simpler to send a 
message to your agents in Xantium than to make such a difficult journey 
yourselves."
If any of the western kings kept agents in Xantium, the royal court of Yurt 
certainly never had. But King Haimeric did not respond to this part of the 
emir's remark. "Agents and messages are no use when one wants to see a blue rose 
oneself. It was messages and rumors that told me there might be such a thing 
here, but if you have really developed a blue rose I thought it unlikely that 
you would be willing to sell the rootstock, or even if the rootstock would 
survive transportation."
"And are you satisfied, now that you have seen my roses?"
In spite of the emir's friendly manner, I would have been very careful to be as 
flattering and diplomatic as possible. Someone accustomed to having people kiss 
the ground at his feet might not like to be reminded that his best blue rose was 
rather inadequate.
But King Haimeric surprised me. "No, I am not satisfied, glorious one," he said 
in a good-natured tone, "as I'm sure you would have guessed even if I lied to 
you. The roses your grower showed us out at the edge of the city are an 
excellent start toward blue, closer than anything I've seen in the west, but 
they are not the true, sapphire blue which I had heard rumored
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you'd grown. I expect you have something much better hidden away in the palace 
and have that rose garden at the entrance to town, where anyone can find it 
easily, to distract all but the most knowledgeable rose fanciers."
The emir was silent for a moment, either considering his reply or deeply 
insulted. There might in the morning be six more headless bodies on the edge of 
town, waiting for the desert to purify them. On either side of me, I could hear 
Ascelin and Hugo take determined breaths, though neither had worn his sword to 
the emir's dinner.
But the emir said in a mild tone, "You can see all the roses I have in my palace 
here in the courtyard. Do any of them seem finer to you?"
In the dancing shadows of the lanterns all the roses looked gray to me. These 
are fine roses but they are not your true blues, either, glorious one," said the 
king. "If you have blue roses in the palace, you have concealed them well."
"But what good would a blue rose be if no one but I could see it?"
"You would know you had succeeded where no one had ever succeeded before," said 
the king. "Is the personal satisfaction enough?"
The emir did not answer. The girls now brought us a salad of lentils, onions, 
and olives, and when the melody struck up again from back in the shadows they 
resumed their dance. I would have enjoyed it more if I had been able to give it 
proper attention.
Since so many of my sudden convictions turned out to be wrong, I didn't know 
whether to doubt myself, but I now felt suddenly convinced that I knew what the 
older Prince Dominic had found in the Wadi Harhammi. "Something wonderful, 
something marvelous," he had called it. Ever since the eastern kingdoms, I had 
wondered if it was the Black Pearl. Now, I felt sure that it was a blue rose.
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When the slave girls paused in their dancing, King Haimeric spoke again. "You 
are not sure whether to trust me with your secret, glorious one, and doubtless 
with good reason. I would not trust foreigners with the secret of a blue rose 
myself." In fact, King Haimeric would have told anyone interested in his roses 
anything they wanted to know, but I let this pass. "Perhaps, instead, I can ask 
again what I asked before. Did a group of pilgrims come through here, four men, 
one of them a wizard with red hair? Their leader, Sir Hugo, is a cousin of my 
wife."
The emir did not answer for a moment; the only sound was the quiet chirping of a 
bird somewhere along the eaves  a real bird, this time.
"Very few Christian pilgrims come down to Bahdroc from the Holy Land," the emir 
said at last from out of the shadows. "And I presume that most of those who 
reach my city never come to the palace. No, I cannot say that I have ever seen 
your friends." He paused for a moment, then added, "Perhaps my vizier may know 
more." He clapped once and a slave girl darted away.
In a few minutes the vizier we had seen briefly before came into the courtyard, 
panting and arranging his satin robes as though he had been summoned from the 
bath or from bed. I wondered how this man, who I presumed wielded enormous power 
of his own within the city, reconciled himself to being virtually the slave of 
the quiet old man in the pearl-embroidered raiment.
He stood stiffly before the emir, his hands at his sides. "No, of course I have 
seen no pilgrims such as you describe. If any such people did come to Bahdroc, I 
would most certainly have been informed. Two months ago several western women 
were here looking, they said, for the bones of some holy saint who had lived as 
a recluse in the desert even before the days of the Prophet. I found it all 
quite unlikely. They would not be the pilgrims you were seeking? I thought not."
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The emir dismissed his vizier with a slight movement of one hand. The slave 
girls brought us bowls of yogurt and cucumber and little cups of strong coffee.
'Then if our friends did not come to your city," said King Haimeric, "I must 
apologize for troubling you about them. But let me ask you something else." The 
king was nothing if not persistent. "Have you heard the rumors that King 
Solomon's Pearl has been found again?"
The emir was silent again. But when he spoke it was as though there had been no 
pause. "I am surprised, travelers from the West, that you have heard die old 
legends. I have not heard anyone speak of the Black Pearl for many years. It was 
sunk beneath the Outer Sea centuries ago and could scarcely have been found 
again."
'Then I have one final request," said the king. "We believe that our friends 
were on their way to the Wadi Harhammi."
We believed no such thing, but I kept quiet.
'Tomorrow could you have someone direct us on the right road toward it?"
This time, the emir's pause was much longer. For a second the courtyard was dead 
still, then I heard a low growl from one of his big spotted cats. "Again, you 
seem to have been listening to the old legends," the emir said at last. "If you 
had listened better, however, then you would have realized there really is no 
such Wadi, that even in the legends its position is constantly shifting. The old 
slave women tuck the children into bed with stories of the fairies who live in 
the Wadi Harhammi, but that is all. By the way, I am not sure you ever mentioned 
it, but what is the name of your kingdom in the west?"
"Yurt," said King Haimeric.
The emir did not answer but clapped again at once. "Show our guests to their 
quarters," he said to the slave girls. 'They will be staying with us all this 
week."
They helped us up from the couches with light
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hands and giggles. Hugo held the hand of his slightly longer than necessary. "I 
wonder if we're going to find out more about these degrading and debilitating 
duties the slaves have to perform," he whispered to me. "I notice there's a girl 
for each of us, not counting MafB, but he's too young anyway."
But the king dismissed the girls as soon as we reached our room. I rather hoped 
the look of disappointment they gave us was not feigned.
"I am afraid the emir lied to us," said King Haimeric as soon as the door shut 
behind them. "Perhaps he didn't have his wife join us for dinner because he 
didn't want her involved in diis or because he was afraid of what she might let 
slip. It was clear he and his vizier knew perfectly well whom I meant when I 
asked about Sir Hugo's party."
"And he recognized the name Yurt," I said. "I wish you hadn't mentioned it, 
sire. It seems to have meaning here in the east. There has to be a reason it was 
carved on the onyx of Arnulfs ring."
King Haimeric dismissed this. "No one east of the mountains has heard of Yurt; 
even a lot of the other western kings don't recognize the name."
'That may be," I persisted, "but it was when he heard us mention Yurt that he 
told us we'd be staying. I wonder now if Sir Hugo's party might not have been 
captured specifically as bait for us, because they knew he and his party had a 
connection to Yurt."
"I didn't have a slave woman to raise me," put in Maffi, "but I certainly never 
heard fairy stories about the Wadi Harhammi. I would guess the emir knows 
exactly where it is."
'The mapmaker knew where it was," said Ascelin, "even if he didn't mark the 
road. But the emir doesn't want us leaving the city to find it. He calls us his 
guests, but if we tried to leave we'd find the doors barred against us."
"And what is he planning to do with us?" said Hugo. 'The wizard says that if my 
father's party was ever here,
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they aren't here now." He paused for a long moment. When he continued his voice 
was low and rough-edged. "Does that mean they're all dead?"
The slave girls woke us in the morning with flat, chewy bread and more coffee. 
After they had checked to make sure we had enough clean towels and the king had 
told them politely that we could dress ourselves, they opened the door to slip 
away.
But one girl stayed behind. Her black eyes darted back and forth between us. "Be 
careful, westerners," she murmured, more to Hugo than to anyone else. I realized 
I had not heard any of the slave girls actually speak before. 'This is not a 
good place for men of pale skin. The desert has been known to eat those who 
displease the emir."
"But how can we get out of here?" asked Ascelin. "The emir has said  you must 
have heard him  that we will be staying a week, which means whether we want to 
or not."
She glanced quickly toward the closed door through which the other girls had 
gone. "Just past noon, everyone will be asleep. The palace gate is guarded at 
all times, but I think I can distract the guard today. Once you reach the city 
streets, if you move quickly you should have no problems."
I saw Ascelin struggle successfully not to ask, "But why should we trust you?" 
Instead he said, "We are deeply grateful for your warning, but what can we, men 
you've barely seen, offer you in return for this aid?"
"It is not you," she said, still in that very low voice that made me wonder who 
might be listening at our window. "It's the mage in that other group of 
westerners, the friends you mentioned. The mage with the strange orange-colored 
hair."
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Hugo bit ofFa shout. Then my father's here after afll**
She shook her head at the delight and excitement in his face. "They were here 
for a week, close to a year ago. The magehe was good to me. But they are not 
here now." She looked at both the palms and the backs of her hands. "I never 
told them what I have just told you, to try to make their way out during the 
noon period of slumber. And now now the desert has eaten them."
Hugo froze, his eyes wide open. The girl darted away without saving more. The 
door closed almost soundlessly behind her.
'Then they are dead," said Hugo in a very strained
voice.
King Haimeric looked at him worriedly. "She didn't say that," he said, "and we 
don't know anyway whether to believe her."
"I believe her enough to want to escape today," said Ascelin. "I never knew your 
friend that well, Wizard, but if a slave girl still remembers him fondly a year 
later, I must have missed a lot."
"It may all be a trap," said Dominic.
"If she was sent to us as a trap," replied Ascelin, "so that the emir could set 
all his guards on us as we tried to leave his palace, then we'll see what 
western steel can do against them."
Hugo, sitting with his head in his hands, looked up and almost smiled. "If they 
did kill my father, then I'd be happy to help send the whole lot of them to 
hell."
The palace was quiet all morning. No one sent for us or came to our room. 
Several times Ascelin and Dominic went out strolling, as though casually; Hugo, 
at Ascelin's orders, stayed behind. Slaves  men this time  turned the princes 
back from the emir's courtyard and from the main palace gate where armed guards 
also stood. But for the most part they were allowed to wander freely.
The third time they went out, shortly before noon,
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they came back grinning. "I think we found where the emir keeps his wife  or 
rather his wives," said Ascelin. 'There's a separate wing of the palace with 
only one corridor leading to it. The air  somehow it smelled different. And I 
heard voices, including a number of women's voices and the voices of children, 
such as I have not heard anywhere else here."
"But they certainly didn't let us in for a better look," said Dominic. "I just 
hope the front gate isn't guarded by men like that when we try to escape! That's 
why we think it must be the emir's wives in there. The first row of guards, all 
of them with those curved swords, never even let us get close to the second row. 
And they were even bigger, almost Ascelin's size," with a punch for the tall 
prince's shoulder. "But they looked somehow  I don't know, not soft, because 
they had plenty of muscle, but effeminate. I wonder how many women the emir 
actually has!"
The chaplain looked shocked, Hugo intrigued in spite of his misery. "We don't 
have time to worry about why the emir would want more than one wife," said King 
Haimeric. "If we trust that slave girl, it is time for us to go."
Dressed again in our desert robes, we slipped out into the hallway. The whole 
palace was still except for the sound of our own breathing. As quietly as we 
could, we followed the network of passages which Ascelin and Dominic had 
determined led to the main gate. I went first, probing with magic. Twice I waved 
those behind me to a stop, but the person I had sensed turned another way. Most 
of the minds in the palace around us were dozing or asleep.
"There's the main palace gate up ahead," whispered Ascelin. We all peered 
carefully around the corner. The last passage led straight for a hundred yards 
to an open gateway. No one blocked our way. "Now's the time to find out," the 
prince added grimly, "how much that slave girl really liked Sir Hugo's wizard." 
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We went on soundless feet down a passage which seemed suddenly to have grown to 
five times its original length. I would have lifted myself from the floor for 
even quieter flight except that I needed my attention to watch for the approach 
of hostile minds. The doorways on either hand were all shut, except for the last 
one.
It was, I guessed, a guard room. In it were two minds, not asleep, a man and a 
woman. I cautiously peeked around the door frame. The room was dark, its window 
shuttered, but I could hear on the far side soft voices and a sudden giggling.
We went past the doorway one at a time on tiptoe. The king was the lightest on 
his feet of all. The open gate was just beyond and then brilliant midday 
sunshine beat on our suddenly freed heads. We descended the steep stairs from 
the pinnacle on which the palace was built, first slowly and quietly, then more 
and more quickly, as final escape seemed less and less likely as it came closer 
and closer.
The stables at the bottom of the stairs stood open. The stable boys were 
stretched out asleep on bales of hay. We saddled our horses with fingers made 
clumsy by haste and stilled inquisitive whinnies with hands across the horses' 
nostrils. The sound of hooves on the flagstone floor as we led them out sounded 
as though it should wake the dead.
It did wake the stable boys. They half sat up, but Maffi smiled and nodded and 
said something I did not catch, and they stretched out again. We led our horses 
a short distance through the narrow, deserted streets, then mounted. Trying not 
to look as though we were running away, we moved through the streets, back in 
the direction from which we had first entered the city.
"They'll be expecting us to leave through the south city gates," said Ascelin, 
who was leading. 'That's where they'll send guards when they find we're gone.
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We can go out into the fields and groves on the north side of town and cut 
around."
The north city gates stood wide open, unguarded, unwatched. We rushed through, 
then paused to catch an easy breath for the first time since we had slipped out 
of our room.
'There are narrow tracks between the fields," said Ascelin. "I think if we start 
this way  "
"Look," said the king. "There's my friend the rose grower."
The enormous grower stood in our path, arms akimbo. King Haimeric rode directly 
up to him, ignoring Ascelin s warnings. 'Thank you for taking us to the emir," 
he said. "We learned a number of useful things from him. And I'm glad to have a 
chance to see a fellow rose enthusiast again before we leave Bahdroc."
"And what sorts of things did you discover?" the grower asked. His manner toward 
the king seemed friendly, but he was still employed by the emir. I heard the 
quiet hiss of a sword being drawn by Ascelin behind me.
The king gave the grower a shrewd look. "Let me answer that question with 
another. Could you direct us to where the emir really grows his blue roses?"
The king seemed to have lost all sense, but there was nothing I could do about 
it.
To my surprise, the huge swarthy man put back his head and laughed. "You were 
very polite about it," he said after a moment, "but I could tell you were not 
fooled by my roses. Did you expect the emir to have the real blues in his 
palace?"
"It had been a thought," said King Haimeric. "Where are they in fact?"
The rose grower said nothing for a moment, instead making ruminative hums and 
grunts. "Go around to the south side of the city," he said at last, as though in
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sudden decision. This track should take you much of the way. Ride south on the 
main highway for three days  the road that would eventually lead you to the 
pilgrimage sites. But on the fourth day, stop and look off to your right for two 
rocky peaks in the distance forming a gate, with a saddle of land between them. 
You will find a little path leading toward the peaks. The path will lead you up 
all the way up to the pass, and beyond the pass  well, if you do not find your 
blue rose, you will be closer than you are here."
"Thank you!" cried the king, pulled his mare around, and started along the track 
the grower had indicated. The huge man lifted a hand in solemn farewell.
Ascelin caught up with the king a quarter mile along and took hold of his saddle 
leather. "Don't you think we've followed this track far enough to put him off 
the scent?"
"Why put him off the scent?" asked the king in surprise. 'It will be easiest to 
follow this way around the city."
"Because he's going to set the emir's guards on us!"
"And you think me a silly old fool?" said King Haimeric good-naturedly. "In 
fact, he has neither betrayed the emir's trust nor betrayed us. He told us the 
direction to take to the Wadi Harhammi but without ever mentioning its name. And 
did you notice he carefully didn't warn us against what we would find there?"
"But why do you think you can trust him, Haimeric?" Ascelin demanded.
"He loves roses," said the king. "Come on."
We found the path away from the main south road on the morning of the fourth 
day. It was well marked at the beginning, but it quickly became so feint we 
might never have been able to follow it for long without the sight of the gate 
in the line of mountains ahead of us. We needed the path, however, because it 
seemed the only way through a
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rough, dry land of crevices, bare eroded slopes that led down to exitless 
ravines, and tumbled boulders. Ascelin, bentlow to the ground, led us as die 
path woundaroundand up, a way marked by little more than the occasional darker 
stone which an earlier foot had turned over, a different shade than the tawny 
color of stones exposed for centuries to the desert sun.
"No Ifriti have followed us, anyway," I commented, looking back north toward the 
emir's city.
"What are Ifriti?" Hugo asked me as we paused to rest our horses on a level part 
of the path. "You've been talking about them all trip and Amulfs books mentioned 
them, but I'm still not sure."
They're magical creatures," I answered, "created when the world was first 
formed. In fact, it is said that they were used for some of the more difficult 
parts, such as digging the rivers or pushing up the mountains. They're 
supposedly immortal, and over the millennia they've taken on something of a 
human shape, though they're far, far bigger."
"You think then, sire," said Dominic to the king, "that the Wadi my father 
wanted us to find lies beyond that line of mountains?"
"It certainly looks that way on the map," said the king.
"And there we'll find something wonderful and marvelous," said Dominic eagerly.
But there imagination failed us. "My father?" said Hugo without much hope.
The Black Pearl?" said Ascelin. "But no. Even if it was once there, too many 
other people will have been there before us, from King Warm to the mage 
Kaz-alrhun."
"It might be Noah's Ark," put in the chaplain, "if the rumors Sir Hugo's party 
supposedly heard in the Holy Land last year were true. We know the Ark came to 
rest on a mountain, but Noah and his sons left it behind when they came back 
down to repopulate the land."
The blue rose," said the king confidently.
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Maffi and I had no suggestions.
Ascelin with his hunter's eyes and I with my far-seeing spells kept looking 
behind us, but the long day passed as had the three days before, with no sign of 
pursuit. Ascelin looked relieved, but I began to wonder if, on the contrary, the 
emir had not bothered to pursue us because he knew we would be captured by 
whatever lay ahead.
The path came in late afternoon to a last steep ascent up to the saddle between 
the peaks. "Shall we pass the night here," asked Ascelin, "or try to get through 
the 'gateway before dark?"
"We can't stop now," said Dominic, his face alight. "We're so close! And look at 
my ring!"
The ruby was doing something I had never seen a precious stone do before. It was 
pulsing with an inner red light.
I pulled off my riding glove to look at the onyx ring Mam had stolen from 
Kaz-alrhun. I never had been able to find the secret of the spell attached to it 
It sat on my finger lifeless and dead.
"Follow me!" cried Dominic. He kicked his stallion who attacked the slope, 
rushing up the final half mile, hooves sure in spite of the loose stones 
underfoot. Maffi, riding behind him, held on desperately. This is it!" called 
Dominic from the top as we hurried to catch him.
At the pass, we dismounted to rest our horses and look ahead. From here we 
looked down into a circular valley, five miles across. We stood on the rim, I 
realized, of an ancient volcano whose huge throat had partially filled through 
the millennia with rubble and earth. The floor was far below us and the walls so 
steep I could not tell how one was supposed to get down. The valley, which must 
catch any moisture from the sharp mountains ringing it, was just on the green 
side of brown. It appeared perfectly empty.
"I don't see any place for a rose garden," commented the king.
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"Is this whole valley called the Wadi Harhammi," asked Ascelin, "or is that only 
one corner of it? How will we find the place where  "
He stopped and we all froze, following his pointing hand. A whirlwind rose from 
the valley floor, coming rapidly toward us. It grew bigger and bigger and, as I 
realized how far away it still was, bigger yet.
In the center of the whirlwind was a dark green, almost human figure, a heavily 
fleshed man like Kaz-alrhun but taller, five times, a dozen times taller.
'That  " gasped Maffi.
'That," I said, "is an Ifrit."
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1
There didn't seem much point in trying to escape, so we stood shoulder to 
shoulder and watched it come.
That is, all but Maffi. He had never left Whirlwind's back; he gave a shout, a 
tug on the reins, and was gone, scrambling wildly down the way we had just come. 
Dominic started to say something and changed his mind.
I heard Joachim murmuring, just at the edge of audibility. I turned toward his 
profile. He looked very calm, but I recognized what he was saying. It was the 
litany for the dying and the dead.
I took a deep breath, trying to rally what little magic I knew that might 
possibly help against an Ifrit, but I never got a chance to use it. The world 
rose, fell, and flipped around us.
It felt as though we were standing not on a rocky pass but on a tablecloth, and 
an unimaginably huge giant had seized the cloth's corners and shook. We were 
thrown into a void without light, with neither up nor down. I whirled blind, 
reaching out for Joachim and Hugo, who had been next to me until a second ago, 
and found nothing.
I opened my mouth to yell and it filled with sand. By the time I finished 
coughing and spitting, the world around me had settled down a little. It was now 
completely silent except for a tiny background noise of
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trickling sand. I rubbed grit from my eyelids and tried opening them. I could 
see a little now but still heard nothing.
"Joachim?" I said tentatively. "Sire?"
In answer I heard a deep, echoing chuckle somewhere far above me.
I grabbed for my spells and looked slowly up. My magic was gone, stripped away 
as though I had never known any. It would not have mattered anyway. I was 
sitting in the Ifrit's gigantic hand.
"And what are you?" he said, peering at me with an eyeball the size of my head. 
His deep voice vibrated, seeming to come from all around. Except for his size 
and color  he was a green the shade of the sea during a storm  he looked 
almost human, but his ears were pointed, and the nails on the hand that held me 
narrowed into sharp claws. His body blocked most of the view, but I thought he 
was standing in the bottom of the circular valley.
"I am a wizard," I said, though I had never felt less like a wizard since my 
first day at the school. "What have you done with my friends?'
"A mage?" inquired the Ifrit, his tone suggesting he was pleased and delighted 
something so small knew how to talk.
"A wizard," I said firmly. I felt I had had enough eastern magic to last me a 
long time. "What have you done with the others?"
He poked me delicately with the forefinger of the other hand; the thrust nearly 
knocked me backwards. 'They're around," he said vaguely. "You seem remarkably 
bold, little man." In fact, I was so terrified that even struggling and 
shrieking seemed superfluous. "If you're a wizard, do a trick for me."
"I can't do a trick. Your magic has defeated mine. Let me have my spells back 
and I'll do some very charming tricks for you." I wondered desperately what an 
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"So you don't know magic after all," said the Ifrit in disgust. His hand started 
slowly to close around me. "I ought just to crush you."
I closed my eyes and muttered a scrap of the psalms between my teeth.
But then the hand opened again. "On the other hand, humans can be very amusing 
sometimes. Do you think you could be amusing if I Kept you alive for a whiler
A second ago, death with dignity had seemed the best alternative. Abruptly, Me 
without dignity seemed much more attractive. "What a good idea," I said
The Ifrit turned his hand this way and that to get a look at me from different 
angles. His stubbly beard was very close. "I think it's because you humans 
always know you're going to die someday," he said after a minute. That's what 
makes you so amusing  you act as though everything was important and had some 
sort of meaning."
"You could be amused a lot more," I suggested, "if you brought all my friends 
here." My voice sounded tiny and squeaky in comparison to his deep rumble. "By 
the way, here's an idea. I'll bet you were imprisoned in a bottle once, but it's 
hard to imagine how you managed to fit your entire body inside. Do you think you 
could show me?"
At least the Ifrit chuckled rather than crushing me at once. "Nice try, little 
man, but I won't be fooled that easily again. King Solomon, the son of David  
may they both be revered!  bound me by the name of the Most High and imprisoned 
me in a bottle for over two thousand years. I'd still be in it if that mage 
hadn't let me out. But I'm certainly not going back in there again."
I had known all along it wouldn't work. But I would now never have a chance to 
tell Maffi, "1 told you so."
"Did you know King Solomon?" inquired the Ifrit. "But that's right," he said 
before I could answer. "I
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keep forgetting what a short time you humans live. Even Solomon only lived for a 
few centuries. Maybe it would be a kindness just to kill you and get it over 
with."
"But then you'd be all by yourself again," I said, "with no one to talk to and 
no one to amuse you."
The Ifrit frowned, a creasing of his blue-green forehead like the violent 
erosion of a hillside. "I know what I can do," he said after a moment, his 
forehead clearing. "I can take all these friends of yours that you keep worrying 
about and set them tests. Humans talk about setting tasks for Ifriti, but it 
would be much more interesting to test humans."
"What kind of tests?" I asked cautiously.
'Tests of all the things humans worry about, honor, love, life itself. I already 
told you I've noticed how seriously you take things."
"And if we pass your tests  "
"Then I'll have had an amusing few days," said the Ifrit
"And then you'll let us go?"
The Ifrit seemed more amused by this than anything else I'd said. "Of course 
not. You came here to my valley, and I'm under orders to guard it, so you'll all 
have to die."
Under orders. That meant, I thought, Kaz-alrhun, the only person I'd met in the 
east who could possibly master an Ifrit. "But none of them are dead yet?"
A few more days of life seemed a glorious reprieve  but then I didn't know yet 
what the Ifrit's tests might entail.
"I'm hungry and soon I'll be ready for a nap," he said, not answering my 
question. He lifted me up and put me on his shoulder. "Hold onto my hair." I 
took hold of three strands of greasy hair the size of cables and, as he rose 
from the ground, I grabbed onto his ear lobe as well. He flew swiftly, pausing 
once to swoop down and scoop up something from the sand.
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I could see a litrie better now; we were indeed in the circular valley. Ahead 
was a group of palms, doubtless marking a spring, though I could not remember 
seeing them from the pass in the valley wall. The afternoon sun had dipped low. 
When we reached the far side of the valley, the Ifrit landed on the ground and 
reached up to pluck me from his shoulder. He placed me by his foot, then opened 
his other clawed hand to set something next to me. It was Joachim.
The chaplain sat up slowly, looking dazed. I staggered toward him.
The Ifrit bent to smile down on us, showing a row of enormous yellow teeth. "Do 
you want something to eat, too, little men?"
"There's plenty!" came a completely unexpected woman's voice.
Gripping each other by the arms, Joachim and I turned toward the voice. We saw 
the last thing I had expected, a slim, young, human woman wearing a big white 
apron and tending a fire. Three sheep carcasses were broiling over it.
She had black hair and eyes but very white skin, full breasts, and wore a gold 
necklace above the apron. Strung along the necklace were a number of rings.
She gave us a sharp, appraising glance. While we stared at her dumbfounded, she 
pulled one of the carcasses away from the fire and sliced off a large portion. 
"I'm having some myself," she said. "You'd better take some while you have a 
chance. The Ifrit doesn't need to eat very often and he sometimes forgets that 
humans do."
'Thank you," said Joachim gravely. I found I had nothing to say.
"You're a priest?" she asked, handing him a plate. 'That should make it more 
interesting." For some reason she started to laugh.
"Have you seen the others?" Joachim asked me in a low voice.
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"No one but you," I answered. "I don't even know if Maffi was able to get away 
while the Ifrit was distracted by the rest of us."
The mutton tasted surprisingly good. The nose and mouth could still appreciate 
fresh not food, even if we were about to die.
The Ifrit crossed his legs and sat down, bringing him closer to our level but 
not by much. He tossed down a handful of melons as though they had been 
currents, then picked up a whole sheep carcass on its spit and bit into it 
Greasy juice ran down his chin; he licked it off with a wide pink tongue.
"You didn't say thank you!" the woman shouted up at him, giving him a rap on the 
knee with a poker.
He bobbed his head. "Thank you, my dear." She smiled, satisfied, and he 
continued chewing.
"So, how do you like my wife?" he asked when he had finished the first batch of 
mutton and was reaching for the second. "Isn't she fine? Best cook I've ever 
had, and the sweetest body."
I was too horrified to answer.
"She's so delicate and graceful, and so pure," the Ifrit continued, pausing to 
wipe his jaw with an arm. "She keeps me amused. I like to call her my wife 
because she was going to be some human's wife when I captured her. She probably 
doesn't perform quite the services for me that she would for a man, but she 
keeps me happy!" Both the Ifrit and the woman laughed long and loud at this.
"I was a maiden pure, ready for my marriage to a prince," she said to us. "Not 
that I wanted to marry him! But this Ifrit came to the wedding like a hurricane. 
The prince had boasted that everyone who heard his voice must obey his command, 
that he could have ordered even Ifriti to attend the wedding if he had wanted. 
But I think he got more than he expected! The Ifrit scattered the decorations 
and killed half the guests  including the prince." From her tone, it had
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not bothered her very much. "Me, however, he treated very carefully, putting me 
onto his shoulder when he flew away. And I've been with him ever since."
The Ifrit finished the last of the mutton and stretched. That was a good meal, 
my dear. Now I think I'll take my little nap. Come here and scratch my head 
while I fall asleep."
She took off the apron; she wore nothing else but her necklace and nearly 
transparent trousers. Joachim immediately offered her his goats-hair robe, but 
she waved it away with a laugh.
The Ifrit lay down on the sand and she sat by him. He took a silver chain, 
heavy-linked though it was tiny in his hand, and clipped one end to her 
necklace. The other end he wrapped around one pointed ear.
"In case she gets some idea of trying to escape while I'm asleep," he explained 
with a wide smile. "When I'm asleep is the only time that I'm not fully aware of 
what my dear wife does, no matter where I am. Though you never have tried to 
escape, have you?" giving her what I hoped was an affectionate squeeze with his 
enormous hand.
She plunged her arms into his hair and started to scratch his scalp. "Here's the 
first test," the Ifrit said sleepily, closing his eyes. "I took her away from 
her wedding because I wanted to keep her pure and keep her for me. Isn't she 
lovely? A lot of men have desired her. While I nap, you may desire her yourself. 
But if you try to take her, I'll feel the tug on my ear, wake up and kdl you."
He opened an eye and fixed me with it. "What sort of test is this supposed to 
be?' I asked, since some comment seemed called for.
"Just a first test, little mage," he said, closing his eyes again. 'If the 
urgings of your body so overcome you that you don't worry about death, then I'll 
know you wouldn't be very amusing for my next tests." In a minute, he began to 
snore.
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The young woman slowly stopped scratching and withdrew her hands. The snoring 
never ceased. Then she gave us a wink, reached up and unhooked the silver chain 
from her necklace. It drooped from the Ifrit's ear with nothing attached to it.
"There," she said, standing up and giving a sensuous stretch, as though showing 
off her body for us. "He'll be sound asleep for hours now. As long as I reattach 
the chain before he wakes, he never knows."
Then you'll be able to escape with us," said Joachim. "Daimbert, do you think 
you could carry both of us and fly out of here?"
Before I had a chance to tell him that the Ifrit had taken all my magic, 
including the ability to fly, the young woman burst into laughter.
"Why should I want to escape, especially escape with you?" she said, in a voice 
I feared would be loud enough to wake the Ifrit, though he slept on contentedly.
"I like life with this Ifrit. He brings me whatever I want, even though he 
sometimes loses track of time. Why, when I told him last year I'd like some silk 
for new trousers, he brought me an entire silk caravan." This then explained the 
disappearing caravan Amulf had tried to multiply in the telling  though not the 
sign of the cross left behind. "And where else would I find a 'husband' who let 
me order him around this way? Yet I can still get whatever I want from my own 
kind...."
She gave us an appraising look again, then nodded abruptly. "Yes, you'll do. 
Both of you. Come and lie with me."
I had been having too many sudden shocks lately to be able to react at once. But 
Joachim spoke immediately and politely. "I'm sure this is a very generous offer, 
but I am a priest and sworn to chastity."
"And the Ifrit  "I stammered.
"That stupid Ifrit imagines I am a maiden still," she said scornfully. "Look at 
my necklace. I have here the
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rings of a hundred men who have lain with me while he slept and he's never 
thought to ask where the rings come from. As they say, *Whatso woman willeth, 
the same she fulfilleth, however man nilleth.' I rather like that eagle ring of 
yours," to me. Til even let you keep the other one, the onyx ring. And what's 
yours," to Joachim, "a seal ring? Just a cross, not very interesting, but I have 
plainer rings than that."
Til give you my ring if you want it, my daughter," said Joachim. "But as I 
already told you  "
She tossed her head. "What's the matter, priest? Am I not attractive?" She 
strutted before us, her breasts thrust out "I hope you can work up some 
enthusiasm in the next two minutes because, if you refuse to lie with me, I'll 
wake up the Ifrit and tell him you attacked me, and then he'll kill you."
II
The Ifrit grunted and rolled over. I held my breath, but his eyes never opened; 
in a moment he was snoring again.
"Listen, Joachim," I said in an undertone. Tm sure the bishop would understand 
in a case like this, if "
"I am, of course, sorry to die," said Joachim in a clear voice, "but I have no 
choice. I made an oath before God which I cannot break."
She turned her full attention on him, ignoring me, though at the moment I was 
having trouble finding her attractive myself. "Your friend will die, too, in 
that case," she said. "I must have you both or I will scream and wake up the 
Ifrit."
"Are you working with him in this?" Joachim asked her. "Is he, in fact, fully 
aware of what you do while he feigns sleep?"
This startled her. "May God be merciful, I hope not," she said in an undertone, 
with a quick look toward the Ifrit's gigantic back.
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"I think if he'd been spying on you he'd have said something before you'd worked 
your way up to a hundred men," said Joachim reassuringly. "I was merely 
wondering if the Ifrit's test of us was more subtle than it first appeared."
"Does he try this 'test' very often?" I asked.
"No," she said thoughtfully. "This is the first time he's ever dared a man to 
touch me. In fact  " She gave his monstrous shoulder a kick with a bare foot. 
The Ifrit s snore changed its note for a moment, but he did not waken. "God be 
praised," she said, looking back at us. "For a minute you had me worried he was 
actually testing me."
'Then where have the hundred men come from?" I asked. As long as we kept her 
talking, I thought, we might be able to keep her distracted from her purpose.
"I've been with die Ifrit for five years," she said, "since he snatched me away 
from my wedding. In that time we've traveled all around the East, though for 
this last year for some reason he's stayed close to this boring valley. But 
every few days he needs to eat, and after he's eaten he likes to take his nap, 
and there are often men who will hide in a garden's trees or sneak up for a 
closer look at a sleeping Ifrit. I've had my pick of kings and princes and even 
mages, and I don't know why you two should feel yourselves too fine for an 
Ifrit's bride!"
"I certainly can't deny your many charms," said Joachim, "but I am afraid I 
would give the same answer to the Queen of Sheba. It is not you I reject, but 
all sins of the flesh."
She sat down, and the chaplain sat next to her. "But I've had priests before," 
she said, thumbing through the rings on her necklace. "Are you trying to tell me 
that western priests are purer than eastern priests?"
"Not at all. I judge no man  only his conscience and God can do that. I simply 
know I must maintain what I am sworn to uphold."
"So you think the flesh is sinful?" she asked, twisting
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to look at him coyly over her shoulder. "You do not think my body the gift of 
God?"
"Ever since the fall," Joachim replied, "mankind has been sinful, both body and 
spirit. We cannot make ourselves pure merely by foresaking the flesh, for the 
spirit can sin far worse in imagination. But as a priest I need to bring God's 
word to humanity, and therefore I cannot afford to be distracted by worldly 
concerns. It is not just the pleasures of the body I have given up, but the 
companionship of a wife and the joys of children."
"But in the East priests do marry. How about married people in the west who need 
a priest's guidance?1' She turned back around and rested her chin on her hand 
while frowning at him. "Don't they feel you're missing something important?"
"This is an oft-stated concern," the chaplain said gravely. "In the first 
centuries of Christianity, its priests did frequently marry. Even in more recent 
years, some of the northern bishoprics have been rumored to allow married 
priests. But by far the majority of bishops favor a celibate priesthood."
"Here our priests are also our judges and our teachers," she said, looking both 
thoughtful and interested. "And we don't have women priests."
"I do not know about the priests of the Prophet, but Christianity has always had 
men as priests. After all, the priesthood established by Aaron was male, and 
Jesus and his first apostles were all men."
Of all the ways I had desperately tried to imagine to get us out of this, I had 
to admit that I had not considered discussing church governance and theology 
with the Ifrit's wife.
"So is it true," she asked, "that all of you in the west really do follow the 
Nazarene prophet rather than the Prophet?'
It had been night for several hours, though a half moon cast a thin blue light, 
and the fire had burned
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down to dull coals when the Ifrit's snores changed abruptly to a series of 
snorts. The woman jumped up from where she and Joachim were still talking and 
ran to reclip the silver chain to her necklace.
The Ifrit opened his eyes, squinted in the moonlight, and felt his ear. "Aha," 
he said, unwinding the end of the chain. "So you are still safe and pure, my 
dear."
"As pure as I've ever been," she agreed, planting a kiss on his stubbly chin.
'Then, little mage," said the Ifrit to me, "I think you'll be interesting enough 
for the rest of my tests. Are you sure you don't want to show me a magic trick 
first? No, that's right, I'm not supposed to let you."
I was afraid I knew who might  or might not  order the Ifrit to "let" someone 
practice magic. But I didn't dare ask about that. "Will your tests involve the 
rest of my friends?" I asked instead.
They might, they might," said the Ifrit in a rumble. "I know you humans can't 
see in the dark very well, so you like to sleep at night. I think I'll leave you 
all here now, while I go find some more sheep. I believe we ate the last this 
evening. Maybe I'll get some melons as well I'll be back in the very early 
morning, before it's light enough for your human eyes to see properly. I know my 
wife will be safe with you now that you've passed my test, especially since I 
can see all and know all when I'm awake."
Leaving us alone with her, if we had actually lusted for her, seemed quite 
different to me than the Ifrit falling asleep while she was  supposedlychained 
to his ear. I rather doubted the Ifrit saw and knew quite as much as he thought. 
But I did not say so.
"In the morning, little mage," he continued, "while you try some of my tests, 
perhaps this other man can stay here and keep my wife company. She's been 
complaining there are too few people in the valley. Would you like that, my 
dear?"
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"Yes," she said, as though surprised at her own answer. "We'll be able to talk. 
I would like that very much."
"Then sleep now, humans, and take your rest for tomorrow's adventures."
'Just as I was waking up last evening," said the Ifrit, "I heard you  or was it 
your friend?  talking about the role of sacrifice in your heretical western 
religion. I've heard you westerners have tried to alter the religion of Solomon, 
may God preserve his memory."
I again clung to his hair and ear as we flew across the valley floor, far faster 
than I could ever have flown myself.
"So perhaps one of the tests I should set you and your friends is to see how 
willing you are to sacrifice yourselves for each other."
After a night of exhausted and dreamless sleep, I had wakened feeling, quite 
irrationally, more hopeful about our chances of living beyond the next day. But 
the Ifrit's comment made my heart sink again.
"I'll test you alone first, however," he continued, "before I try to find the 
rest of your friends  I think I remember where I left them."
I didn't like the implications of "find" any better. Were they all buried 
beneath the sand?
"You claim to be a mage," said the Ifrit, "so we'll see how you deal with a 
magical situation I learned about not long ago!"
He began to fly even faster and I held on desperately, my eyes shut against the 
rushing wind. If he was going to give me a magical test, then he had to allow me 
access to magic again, but when I tried to reach out to the forces, I found an 
impermeable wall confining my mind. The words of the Hidden Language were as 
thoroughly gone as if I had never known them, and how one moved through magics 
four dimensions was but the faintest of memories.
When I dared open my eyes again I saw white spires
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and an arm of the ocean. Had we come back to the emir's city? Or were those 
spires some other city on the same estuary? If so, I wondered how I would ever 
find my way, on foot and without magic or even a map, back to the Wadi Harhammi.
As we dipped lower, I could see that the spires below were certainly not those 
of Bahdroc. It did indeed look like a city, but a city which had sunk abruptly 
into the bay. As the Ifrit flew over it, I could look down through clear water 
to city streets, to courtyards and fountains, to a market place and a princely 
palace. But all was silent, deep beneath the water. Only the tallest towers 
emerged, and a walled garden on a hill behind the palace.
The Ifrit set me down at the edge of the bay. "See what you can make of this 
ensorcelled city, little wizard!" he said with his deep chuckle and drew back, 
folding his arms and watching me with a grin.
Without magic I couldn't even check to see if the city really was under a spell 
or had sunk due to an earthquake. But I had no alternative than to try. I took 
off my shoes, went to the edge of the water and waded in.
The water was scarcely cooler than blood. Fish swam around my feet, the same 
brilliant blue, red, and gold I had seen in the fish pond in the emir's palace. 
I had certainly never seen fish like these in the west. The scales glittered and 
their protruding eyes were fixed on me, but I did not think they were 
automatons.
They seemed almost tame, swimming close to my feet, barely moving out of the way 
as I waded deeper. The red fish greatly outnumbered the other colors. I plunged 
in my hands and grabbed one.
I expected it to wiggle wildly as I drew it up for a closer look. Instead the 
eyes opened even farther, and the fish mouth gaped until it was as wide as a 
human mouth. "Beware, oh man, beware!"
I was so surprised that I dropped it, and it swam peacefully away. I bent down 
to the surface of the
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water for a better look. It again seemed to have an ordinary fish mouth.
The Ifrit sat a hundred yards back, grinning at me. I tried to ignore him and 
reached for a gold fish.
Again, as soon as I had it out of water it spoke with a human voice, "Beware, oh 
man, beware!" This time I managed to put it back in the water carefully, without 
dropping it. The blue fish was just the same.
"Ensorcelled city," I said to myself, wading back out. It was thoughtful of the 
fish to try to warn me, but I wished I knew what they were warning me against. 
Without magic I felt blind. Someone or something  perhaps the Ifrit himself  
had turned the inhabitants of this city into fish. Apparently my test was to 
find out how, or why, and maybe even to turn them back into humans.
In that case, the Ifrit was quite unlikely to answer questions. A question might 
even be the sign I had failed the test. I turned instead toward the walled 
garden I had spotted, which stood on what had once been a high hill behind the 
sunken palace but was now on the shore of the bay. A staircase had descended 
from the garden to the back of the palace, but its steps now led down only into 
water.
The garden itself, however, was flourishing. Enormous bushes with purple blooms 
bent over half-concealed benches; paths led between arbors and fruit trees. I 
came in by a side gate and wandered for several minutes along the paths, among 
sweet-smelling flowers and highly decorative brick work. I saw no blue roses, or 
roses of any color, though I looked. I found myself constantly trying to probe 
with magic to find whatever malignant force might lurk behind the next bush, but 
all I could draw on was ordinary human senses.
In the center of the garden was a little round-topped pavilion. I was just 
starting cautiously toward it when a voice spoke by my elbow.
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"Beware, oh man, beware!"
I jumped a foot and whirled, expecting to see a fish crawled up on dry land to 
warn me  against what I could not imagine. But instead I saw a rather pale 
young man, wrapped in a black cloak, sitting very still on a bench almost 
completely hidden under a flowering tree.
"Are you real or a fish?" I asked, then realized how idiotic I must sound.
But he took me quite seriously. "I am still a human," he said, "the only 
inhabitant of my sad city not to be a fish. Do not approach the pavilion if you 
value your life."
I sat down next to him. The Ifrit's test seemed to have begun. "I appreciate 
your warning. What is in it?"
'The dying or dead lover of my witch wife."
in
I passed a hand over my forehead This really would have been much easier with 
functioning magical abilities. "I'm afraid I don't understand. I'd like to be 
able to help you and your fish people, but you'll have to tell me first what has 
happened."
He closed his eyes for a moment, as though gathering his memories or his 
strength, then looked at me fully. "Know then that I, thanks be to God, was once 
the prince of this city, and had married a wife, a princess beautiful as the 
full moon rising, whose eyes were the shadows of evening lamplight and mouth the 
sweetest of honeys. I married her knowing she was a witch and not caring, for I 
thought she loved me, too."
My blood went cold and I glanced involuntarily over my shoulder. Even in the 
west, wizards were suspicious of witches and their half-learned spells, always 
hovering on the edge of black magic. They tended to deal with the old magic of 
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Hidden Language, and were rumored to create monsters in their wombs. I didn't 
like to think what witches were like here in the east
"But when we had been married a year, she began to come in the evening to this 
garden, to sit in the pavilion. At first I accompanied her, but then she said 
that she preferred to be alone, to feel the evening breezes and think her 
evening thoughts. I trusted her, for I loved her. I had not yet heard the 
saying, 'Whatso woman willeth, the same she fulfilleth, however man nilleth.'
"But after another year had passed, when it seemed she came here almost every 
night and often did not return to our sleeping mat until near the break of day, 
I became suspicious. When I tried to ask her to sleep by my side instead of in 
the garden, she first burst into tears and said that I was cruel, then darkened 
her forehead at me and said that I was a tyrant. She refused to listen to my 
entreaties but shut herself up with her handmaidens.
"And that night, as I watched in secret and followed her in silence, she went 
again into this garden. And in the pavilion, the worst of my fears and even 
worse than my fears were realized, for I found her lying in delight in the arms 
of my vilest slave!"
"So what did you do?" I asked quietly, when the horror of the memory seemed to 
have silenced him.
"They had left a lamp burning outside the pavilion; I could see their heads 
close together, their lips locked in kisses. And I thought that with a single 
stroke of my sword, I could cut off both their heads together. For I had feared 
something of this and brought my sword with me.
"But as I drew the blade, she must have heard the sound for she pulled sharply 
away and I, distracted by her motion, did not strike true. I missed her 
completely and I cut the slaves neck only halfway through."
Just because we in Yurt never hung anyone, I reminded myself, did not mean that 
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world did not assess the death penalty. But I still thought that he had been 
much too precipitate. I had started to feel sympathetic for this pale young 
prince, but now I felt sympathy only for the slave.
But the prince was not waiting for my sympathy. "When she saw what I had done, 
she cursed me with the deepest and blackest of witches' curses. Her hand she 
thrust straight into the lamp's flame, and she hurled fountains of fire and 
spells at me that would have destroyed me if they had touched my head. But 
instead  "
He paused and lifted his black cloak with his left elbow. From the waist up he 
was still human, but everything below the waist, including his left hand and 
right arm, which was stretched along his leg with the sword still in his grip, 
had turned to stone.
"And so you see me, traveler," he continued. "But even this was not enough for 
her. She turned with a cry of despair when she saw her slave lover almost dead 
and tried to revive him with her wicked spells and the potions she always 
carried with her, sobbing and calling him tender names she had never once called 
me. When she could not heal him immediately, she wrapped him most tenderly, both 
in blankets and in her perverted magic, and left him in the pavilion.
'Then she went down into the city like the force of vengeance and called on the 
dark powers that lurk beneath the waves. And in answer to her call, the nameless 
creatures of night rose up from the deep and swallowed the city. The breakers 
rolled across it and drowned it, even as you see it now."
"But the fish?" I asked.
'The people might have swum to safety even in the drowning of their city, for we 
are a sea people and used to swimming, but that would not have satisfied her. So 
she turned them all into different kinds of fish, red for those who follow the 
Prophet, gold for the Children of Abraham, and blue for those who follow the 
Nazarene.
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When they are lifted from the water, they can still speak like men, at least a 
few phrases, but in the sea they are fish, and fish they must remain."
I wondered if they still knew who they really were. Someone transmogrified by 
western magic would still keep his original identity inside. The brightly 
colored fish I had seen in the emir's palace  doubtless brought there as a 
marvel  must think themselves in harsh captivity.
I realized the prince had been silent for several minutes and turned toward him. 
His deep eyes looked at me in entreaty. "Whoever you may be, traveler, you are 
the first to enter my garden in the two years since this happened. Are you 
perhaps sent in answer to my prayers to save me and avenge me upon my wife?"
"I might be," I said slowly. I couldn't see the Ifrit from where we were 
sitting, but he must still be only a short distance away. I knew it was useless 
to ask him again for my magic back, though I had no idea how I was going to 
dissolve a transformations spell without it. Even without the knowledge that he 
was testing me  and might keep my friends buried in the sand forever if I did 
not pass  I felt sorry for the fish.
"Does your wife ever come back to gloat over you?" I asked Maybe I could somehow 
persuade her to break her own spell.
"Of course. She comes every evening, feeds me just enough to keep me alive, and 
then whips me until I sob with pain, to punish me again for what I did to her 
lover. I would have died from the blows many months agoand often I wish I could 
 but she then salves my wounds with wicked magic so that I may heal by the next 
day and be beaten again. Then she crawls into the pavilion with the slavethat 
is why I warned you not to go in, for fear she would realize someone had been 
there. She calls on him tenderly and caresses him andbegs him to be healed 
quickly. So far he has never answered her."
I put my head in my hands. The slave must be long
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dead if he did not respond to magic which could heal the wounds from a whipping 
in a day. His body must only be kept from decay by some variation of the spell 
that held together the body of the wizard of the eastern kingdoms.
When I lifted my head again, the prince was almost smiling. "Are you perhaps a 
mage?"
"No." It was too complicated to explain. "But I think I have an idea."
I sat on the bench beside him all afternoon. He told me more about his city 
before all its people became fish. I was able to deflect his rather desultory 
questions about where I had come from  for him, die chief interesting thing 
about me was that I might save him. Late in the afternoon, somewhere in the 
distance, I began to hear singing.
"It is my people," said the young prince softly. "When they were still human, 
they used to sing as the sun set; even now that they are fish, they rise to the 
surface each day at this time to salute the day's passing."
The singing died away with the coming of twilight, and not long thereafter the 
prince whispered to me, "The witch usually comes at about this time, so make 
your preparations."
"Do not fear, for you will be a free man tonight" I stood up, hoping this was 
going to work.
I slipped quietly down to the little round pavilion and found my way in by feel. 
Slowly I groped my way across the floor until my hand found another hand, very 
cold.
I jerked back, just managing to stay quiet. If this was the slave, he seemed 
quite dead. I felt forward again and found his body, lying amid a heap of 
pillows and blankets on a sleeping mat. I lifted him up as well as I could, just 
as glad I could not see his slashed throat, and carefully carried him out the 
far side of the pavilion. There had already been too many slashed
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throats for me on this trip. I slid the slave under a bush and went back into 
the pavilion just as a bobbing light appeared at the garden gate.
I lay down on the mat where the dead slave had lain, but the light did not 
immediately approach. Instead, it was set down on the bench by the young prince. 
In the light of her lamp I could see the prince's witch wife. If eastern witches 
could touch someone's mind and tell who they were, she would know in a second 
that I was here. To the prince, she might have been as lovely as the full moon 
rising. To me she looked terrifying.
But she did not seem to have any immediate suspicions. First she fed the prince 
and gave him water to drink out of a skin, laughing mockingly at his inability 
to move more than his head and left elbow. Then she pulled out a whip and 
stepped back, her face dark with fury.
"For wishing to kill me," she shouted, "for almost killing my beloved, you 
deserve death and worse than death! As long as he hovers on the edge of life, 
you will pray to God each day that you might die!"
The young prince stood it for about five lashes, then started to whimper. When 
he began to cry out in pain, then to beg the witch by the love they had once 
shared, by her love for the slave, and by the love of God not to hit him again, 
her blows only intensified.
Lying where the slave had died, I put my hands over my ears. Without magic, 
there was no way I could oppose a witch with a whip in her hand and probably the 
supernatural forces of darkness in her spells. I had to wait for her to tire and 
to rub her salves into the prince's wounds. Even with magic, I certainly could 
not heal him overnight myself.
She seemed satisfied at last and put her whip away. The prince had slumped as 
much as he could being half stone and he no longer seemed conscious. But when 
she brought out little pots that glowed with a green light and rubbed the salve 
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slowly revived and straightened again. "Until tomorrow night, husband?" she 
murmured in triumph.
But then her whole manner changed. She lifted up the lamp and approached the 
pavilion, slowly and almost shyly. I took a deep breath, tried to imagine how a 
slave might address a princess who was also his lover, and called out to her.
"Mistress, dear mistress, don't bring that light here, by the love we long 
shared!"
She was so startled she dropped the lamp and it smashed on the pavement by her 
feet
Good. The spells of fire were no longer available to her. "It hurts my eyes, 
dearest daughter of the stars, and it has been so long since I've had my eyes 
open!"
She came toward me again with an indrawn breath of delight "Is it then true, my 
darling, my pomegranate, my own? Are you alive again at last? You seem somehow  
different!"
"Stay back, my precious one!" I said in a weak voice. If she crawled in here 
with me, even without the lamp, I wouldn't deceive her for long. And I was quite 
sure that after she had whipped me near or even to death, she would not put her 
magic salves on me. "I only seem different because it has been two years since 
we last lay together. But don't approach me yet. Even your delicate touch might 
set back my healing."
"But it's been so long since I heard your dear voice!"
And you won't hear it again until you meet your lover in hell, I thought. This 
was even harder than I'd expected. "My healing was slowed, my sweet," I gasped, 
"by all the noises I must endure."
"Noises?"
"The singing of the fish," I said. "Hie sounds of an ordinary city I could bear 
quite easily, but the sad wail of men and women made fish makes my heart break 
anew each evening."
She was silent for a moment, while I hoped she was thinking over my comment and 
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rinning to suspect me. Her witch-magic, I thought, did not give her the ability 
to touch another mind or she would have long since realized the slave was dead, 
but if I already seemed "different" I would not be able to stall her much more.
"All right, then, my sweet," she said in abrupt decision. "Anything to make you 
more comfortable. I'll turn the fish back to themselves."
The moon was brightening and I could see the witch return to the materials she 
had brought with her to the garden. I wondered briefly if die dark powers she 
commanded through fire and potions might be playing with her, allowing her as a 
subde and demonical form of torture to diink her lover was still alive.
She poured some liquid into a dish, murmured low words over it until silver 
sparks cascaded upwards, then cried aloud and clapped her hands. The ground 
shifted below us, from the bottom of the hill came a massive roaring of water 
and, abrupdy, die city rose from die bay.
I lay flat until die earth stopped moving. I didn't diink anybody in die west 
had command of forces like diis. When I lifted my head again it was to hear 
voices, human voices, babbling togedier in surprise and joy. Out die far side of 
die pavilion, I saw lights flicking on in die city below die garden. The emir 
would have quite a shock die next time he visited his fish pond. The prince's 
people were people once again.
The witch did not give me time to appreciate my success. "Are you satisfied now, 
dearest one?" she asked from just outside die pavilion.
"Thank you, my own, diat is much better. But diere is still anodier noise which 
has long hindered my healing."
"And what is diat?"
I was tempted for a moment to leave die prince turned half to stone. But if 
Joachim didn't feel he could
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judge eastern priests, I shouldn't judge someone for murdering his wife's lover 
 especially since in the last two years he had been punished cruelly. "It is 
the prince, your husband," I said. "His moans and cries at night keep me from 
healing sleep. Even in the day I feel so much for his pain that I am almost 
mad."
"Then he shall be restored as well," she said comfortingly. Again she poured 
liquid in a dish and spoke words over it. This time, when the silver sparks rose 
and she clapped her hands, the stone of the prince's lower half split with a 
crack, and he slowly rose to his feet.
"But now I can bear it no longer, dearest slave!" she cried and rushed into the 
pavilion before I could stop her. She seized me wildly and pulled me toward her.
We both froze as the white moonlight fell on my face. The witch slowly pushed 
herself backwards. "You  you are not  " But before she could blast me with 
magic, she turned and saw the prince behind her.
I had forgotten he still, after two years, held the sword with which he had 
killed the slave. But he had not forgotten. He roared almost as loudly as the 
waters pouring from the streets of his city and rushed at his wife. She shrieked 
and fled, kicking over her magic bowls and potions as she went. As I crept, 
trembling, out of the pavilion, I could hear their cries retreating in the 
distance.
A shadow was between me and the moon. I looked up and saw the Ifrit descending 
into the garden. He broke several flower bushes with his gigantic feet as he 
landed.
"Not bad, little mage," he said with a chuckle. "You have freed the ensorcelled 
city. I think I have tested you enough to provide plenty of amusement and can 
start now on the rest of your friends."
"What about the prince of this city? Is he going to loll his wife?"
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interest. "We could follow them, or would you rather have me find those other 
humans you were with when I first saw you?"
"My friends, of course." At this point, I no longer cared whether the prince 
killed his witch wife or she turned him to stone again  or even whether they 
made peace with each other. "But first, could you help me bury this body?"
The Ifrit scraped a deep hole under the bushes with a finger and I lowered the 
slave into it. "He is dead, isn't he?" I asked in sudden doubt.
"Of course," said the Ifrit in surprise. "He's been dead since the first day 
after the prince attacked him. I thought all you humans knew how easily you die. 
It must be strange," he added thoughtfully, pushing the dirt over the body.
IV
We flew back that night to the circular valley. Joachim and the Ifrit's wife 
seemed to be getting along very welL "The Ifrit's still testing me," I told him. 
'Today I managed to trick a witch into turning some fish she had ensorcelled 
back into people," but I said no more. The Ifrit still refused to tell us 
anything about the others.
But at dawn he snatched Joachim and me up and out of sleep, setting each of us 
on a shoulder, and flew straight upwards while we were still halfway between 
dream and a waking that seemed more desperately unreal than any dream.
"I think I remember now where I put your friends," he said in a low rumble and 
reached out his arm. I had just gotten my eyes properly open when the dawn sky 
around us snapped, flared, and turned over.
I clung wildly to the Ifrit's hair, my eyes clamped shut. Every angle felt 
upside down. But in a moment the world straightened out again. As we had flown
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straight up, we now descended until we hovered a short distance above the valley 
floor. Directly below us and immediately on the defensive was the rest of our 
party from Yurt.
Tut down your swords," Joachim called. This Ifrit will not harm us."
I doubted this myself, but knew that the most Hugo could have accomplished by 
sticking his sword into the Ifrit's foot would have been all of our immediate 
deaths.
They were camped at a small date-palm oasis which I could have sworn was not in 
the valley a few minutes ago. Even the horses were there, except for Whirlwind.
"Where have you been?" I gasped to Ascelin and he to us, as the Ifrit set the 
chaplain and me down. They all looked weary but unharmed.
"Here in the valley," we all answered together. I glanced up at the Ifrit, who 
stood watching and smiling, his arms crossed. I knew perfectly well the others 
had not been here. But then there was now no sign of the Ifrit's wife, though we 
could not have flown a quarter mile of horizontal distance since we left her. It 
was as though the Ifrit's magic allowed more than one reality to exist 
simultaneously within this valley.
There was no time to explore the implications of this, to wonder if the Wadi 
Harhammi was here too somewhere, hidden by the Ifrit's magic. "The Ifrit's taken 
my magical abilities from me," I said. "I can't even tell what's real anymore."
"No magic?" said Dominic. "This is going to make it harder." He turned his ruby 
ring thoughtfully on his finger. It still pulsed slowly with light. "There's 
been no sign of the boy and my stallion. We hadn't even seen the Ifrit again 
since he first appeared and we were whirled through the air to this oasis. But 
we hoped that if we stayed here in the valley you'd be able to locate us again 
if you were still alive."
"Do you think your friends are ready for their tests, little wizard?" called the 
Ifrit to me.
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"I'm ready to ask you if you know what happened to my father!" Hugo shouted 
back.
"He's probably dead, whoever he was," said the Ifrit with a shrug. "Most humans 
are dead, sooner or later."
Hugo whipped out his sword again. I could have stopped him if I still had my 
magic, but ordinary human reflexes were too slow. Before I could reach him he 
lunged forward and drove his sword into the spot where the Ifrit's leg had been 
a second before.
"None of that!" cried the Ifrit angrily, putting his foot back down and picking 
Hugo up by die back of the neck. "I may be immortal, but I bleed the same as any 
of God's creation!"
Hugo kicked and struggled and tried to swing around to stab at the hand that 
held him. The Ifrit frowned. "You seem to want to fight. Maybe that should be 
your test. But who should I have you fight? Not me, because I'd crush you at 
once and that would only be amusing for a few seconds."
This stopped Hugo's struggles for the moment
"I know!" said the Ifrit happily. "You can fight another human. How about  
hmmm. How about this one?" He seized Ascelin with the other hand.
The prince hung, dignified, from the Ifrit's grip on the back of his shirt. "We 
could give a demonstration of swordwork for your amusement if you like."
"No," said the Ifrit, peering at him with a frown. 'That would not be amusing 
enough. I know! I'll have you fight to the death."
He set Hugo and Ascelin down. They stood uncertainly, their hands on their 
hilts. "Go ahead!" said the Ifrit impatiently. "This will be your chance to 
entertain me. I want to see what humans do when they are fighting for their 
lives."
They glanced questioningly at King Haimeric and at me. "Go ahead and fence," I 
said slowly, hoping desperately that a good sword fight would satisfy the Ifrit, 
that he was not serious about making diem fight to the death.
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They took off their goafs-hair robes and slid their shields onto their arms. 
Hugo removed his earring and they both tied back their hair before strapping on 
their helmets. Only their eyes showed as they exchanged the ritual taps of the 
sword that begin a tournament duel. They took a few moments to get the feel of 
the sandy surface, circling each other slowly, then Hugo suddenly lashed out and 
landed a blow on Ascelin's shield.
I had often seen Hugo practicing his swordwork, but could never remember having 
seen Ascelin in the tournament ring. He was extremely good. He had all the 
moves, the sudden thrusts, the ability to catch a sword either on his own sword 
or his shield, the quick turn to avoid a blow. When they had fought for ten 
minutes he was still not even breathing hard. Hugo didn't have anything like 
Ascelin's height or experience, but he was twenty years younger and even 
quicker.
I'd never been trained in swordwork myself, yet I could still appreciate how 
they managed to rain an impressive number of blows on each other, with sharp 
swords at that, without ever hurting the other. Their shields rang again and 
again; their armor flashed in the sun. Even tournament sword fighting was 
intended to make the other fighter drop his blade and yield, but these two could 
have been engaged in a dance, ready to keep on indefinitely.
"Stop!" shouted the Ifrit and thrust a fist into the sand between them. They 
stopped.
"You aren't really fighting," he said.
Hugo pulled off his helmet and mopped his brow. Til fight harder if you'll help 
me find my father, if he's still alive."
The Ifrit dismissed this. "I'm not interested in whatever relatives of yours 
might or might not be alive at the moment. I already said I want you to fight to 
the death."
"And what do you offer in return?" I called up to him, though I was afraid I 
already knew the answer.
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don't know why you humans always seem to feel that Ifriti exist to grant your 
foolish wishes. Maybe I want you to grant me wishes for a change! I want to see 
an exciting fight where you know you're going to die."
Joachim tried to say something, but it was no use. The Ifrit snatched up the 
four of us who were not fighting, two in each hand. "Say you'll fight properly 
or I'll crush these friends of yours now."
Ascelin's eyes grew dark. "Of course I'll face death for them."
The Ifrit smiled and set us down on the far side of his foot from Hugo and 
Ascelin. The king coughed and clung to Dominic for support.
"So, you are ready to sacrifice yourself," said the Ifrit to Ascelin, sounding 
pleased. "But it won't be amusing if you just stand there and let this 
hot-headed little man kill you. You," to the king. "Order one to kill the other, 
and the other to defend himself."
King Haimeric bent his head. "I cannot order either one to do that. You can do 
what you like to me."
I had a nightmare feeling of paralysis, facing events moving far too fast, but 
if this was a nightmare I should have waked up long ago.
"I'm not going to kill you before you've had your turn to amuse me," said the 
Ifrit irritably to the king. "You two warriors! I want one of you to kill the 
other one, now! I don't care which one. But I do know how to make it more 
interesting. I'll give the winner the chance to live a little longer."
"And then?" said Hugo cautiously.
"And then I will kill him as punishment," said the Ifrit with satisfaction. 
"Slowly, maybe over a week or two. I think I will kill him both slowly and 
painfully."
They both looked at me. Just because I had once known western magic, they seemed 
to think I had some sort of insight into Ifriti. All I could do was shake my 
head. "He means it."
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Hugo seemed to be working his way from misery over his father to indignation and 
anger. "So he's not going to let either of us go, no matter what we do? He wants 
to watch one of us die by the sword, and the other one by torture?"
"That's certainly what he says."
Ascelin turned sharply and pulled his helmet back on. "Defend yourself just 
enough to keep the Ifrit happy," he said to Hugo in a low voice. "We're both 
dead anyway. I'll kill you as quickly and painlessly as I
can."
"But  " Hugo pulled his helmet back on as well and raised his sword. His voice 
was hollow from inside the helmet. 'That means you'll let the Ifrit torture 
you!"
"Shut up and obey me," said Ascelin roughly. His first blow caught Hugo 
unprepared and sent him staggering.
But the young lord recovered quickly and swung up his shield. "You're not my 
prince!" he yelled. "I don't have to obey you!"
"Yes, you do," said Ascelin grimly, landing another blow. "That's right, appear 
to defend yourself. I'll try to make this quick."
'That's better," said the Ifrit with satisfaction, watching with his hands on 
his hips. "I don't know why you humans always raise so many objections to 
everything."
They were both really fighting now. All I had ever seen, close up, was 
tournament fighting, but even I could tell the difference. Their swords flashed 
faster than I could follow and their feet churned up the sandy soil. It would 
have been thrilling if it was not so terrible. Ascelin slowly backed Hugo toward 
a boulder, using his superior height and reach to full advantage. But the 
younger man ducked under what looked like a fatal thrust and landed a glancing 
blow on Ascelin's arm as he darted away.
Ascelin stopped and looked at him. Blood seeped
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slowly onto his sleeve. "You aren't listening, Hugo."
"No, you aren't listening! If this Ifrit s already killed my father, I don't 
care what he does to me! I'll try to make this quick, Ascelin."
Without answering, Ascelin sprang forward. Their swords rebounded with great 
clangs from each other's helmets. Blood and sweat were dripping from them both 
now. I thought sickly that at least neither one of them would still be alive for 
the Ifrit to kill slowly. Joachim was murmuring under his breath again.
"Hugo!" said Ascelin, stepping back for a second. "Stop defending yourself! I 
know you don't like this, but it's for your own good."
Hugo didn't give him a chance to finish before he was on him, swinging his sword 
wildly. "I told you I'm not going to obey you! This is my quest, for my father, 
and you've been bossing me the entire trip, but you can't do it anymore!"
Ascelin caught Hugo's sword tip in his shield and gave a sharp jerk, wrenching 
it from the younger man's hand. But as he drove his own sword forward, Hugo 
dropped, rolled, grabbed his sword again, and bounced back to his feet behind 
Ascelin. The prince whirled just in time. I turned my head away, unable to 
watch.
"Ifrit!" came a bellow from beside me. "Ifrit! You must make them stop!"
It was a voice, loud and ringing, I could never recall hearing before. But when 
I turned I saw it was the king.
Hugo and Ascelin were both so surprised that they stopped, twenty feet apart, 
eyeing each other warily.
"Sire?" said Dominic cautiously.
King Haimeric, as slight and white-haired as ever, glared up at the Ifrit, 
trembling like a leaf in the wind but completely determined. "All I can offer 
you is myself, but I'm not going to let you make them kill each other!"
"And who do you think you are, little man?" said the amused Ifrit, lifting him 
on his palm to face level.
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"1 am King Haimeric of Yurt." "Yurt," said the Ifrit softly, and the color 
drained from his dark cheeks. Tve heard of Yurt."
"If you've heard of Yurt," said the king determinedly, "then you know it is a 
kingdom where no one, not even criminals, is put to death."
"I was told," said the Ifrit, still very softly and as though he had not even 
heard this remark, "to watch for people from Yurt."
"And what were you supposed to do with us when we came?' demanded King Haimeric.
"I wasn't supposed to kill you," said the Ifrit unhappily. "Or at least not 
right away," he added, brightening.
'Then you can't make my warriors fight to the death," said the king firmly.
"I guess not," said the Ifrit glumly. "You, little warriors there! Stop killing 
each other."
Both Hugo and Ascelh* collapsed where they stood, dropping their shields and 
swords and reaching up for their helmets with trembling fingers.
"How did the king do that?" I said to the chaplain as we rushed toward them. "I 
couldn't have changed the Ifrit's mind even if I had all my magical abilities. 
Maybe I've been using magic as a crutch all these years."
Joachim gave me what might have been a smile. "If so then I've been using 
religion the same way. Each of us has to use the abilities we are given, and 
Haimeric is a king and born to command."
Dominic and I helped the fighters remove then-armor; Joachim found the bandages 
and Ascelin's salves. The two were bruised all over and nicked and bleeding on 
the parts of their bodies not protected by
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mail. None of the cuts were deep, but there were enough that I thought they both 
would have an impressive collection of scars  that is, if they lived long 
enough for the cuts to heal. Hugo fell asleep while we were still bandaging him.
"Christ," said Ascelin, his head between his knees. That kid's good. Why 
wouldn't he let me kill him cleanly?"
"Be glad he wouldn't," said Dominic. "At least you're both still alive  for the 
moment. Stop twitching and let me get this bandage tight."
"I remember now," said the Ifrit slowly. "You people of Yurt have a secret. I'm 
supposed to make you tell me. Or maybe you're supposed to give something to me."
"What kind of secret?" the king asked.
That's what I'm asking you!"
It was hard enough trying to deal with an unpredictable and enormously powerful 
magical being without dealing with a stupid one as well. "If you let me have my 
magical powers back," I called up, "I think I could tell you."
The Ifrit lowered the king abruptly to the ground, where Dominic caught him, and 
lifted me up instead. Tell me first," he said avidly.
I looked into his terrifying huge eyes, weighing my words carefully. If the 
Ifrit wasn't supposed to loll us, it was certainly because Kaz-alrhun  or even 
some other powerful mage  thought we had a secret and wanted it. Once we gave 
up that secret, there would be no reason to keep us alive. My only hope was to 
satisfy the Ifrit for the moment. Then maybe we could find some way to escape  
perhaps while he was asleep  before whoever had the power to master an Ifrit 
arrived to tell him he could kill us at his leisure.
In the meantime, it again seemed that everyone else knew something about Yurt 
that we did not.
"So what's the secret?" asked the Ifrit eagerly.
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Since I had no idea what the real secret was, I had to stall him with something 
plausible. 'It's this ring," I said, showing him the onyx. "See, it's even 
carved with the word Yurt."
"I can't read," said the Ifrit, frowning. "That other mage also wanted me to 
read."
'Tour wife will read it for you," I suggested.
The Ifrit smiled at this, showing his enormous yellow teeth. "I'm sure she'd 
enjoy meeting you all."
Again the earth turned under us. What seemed a dozen suns raced across the 
valley's sky. When the whirling sand had again settled, the Ifrit's wife stood 
in the middle of our confused group.
"Do you think you have enough food for our guests, my dear?" asked the Ifrit.
It took a while to introduce everyone, to try to explain to the scandalized king 
exactly how this nearly naked woman could be called the Ifrit's wife. By the 
time that she had assured the Ifrit that the onyx ring was indeed carved with 
the name of the kingdom of Yurt, the noon sun had passed over, and I had been 
able to come up with a plan that might work. Maybe.
"Now, I can't perform the magic spell attached to this ring as long as you won't 
let me have my abilities back," I said, neglecting to mention I still had no 
idea what kind of spell it was. "But I can tell you what you can do with your 
own magical powers. Try a fairly generalized spell, one that will put any sort 
of nearly complete spell into action."
To my surprise, the Ifrit frowned. "I've never been very good at spells."
"But how do you work magic?' I demanded, shocked.
"I don't know, I guess I just do it," he said as though
embarrassed.
I looked at his lowered green head and considered this. As a magical creature, 
perhaps even an immortal
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one, he did not need to learn the Hidden Language as did humans. Western magic 
had been channeled and rationalized by generations of wizards, but magic here, 
as I already knew, was far less focused. Magic for the Ifrit must be more like 
breathing than thinking.
"All right," I said. "Don't worry about doing any spells of your own if it seems 
too complicated. Just look at this ring"  I didn't dare give it to him for fear 
it would be so tiny in his hand that he would lose it  "and command it by 
whatever magic comes to you naturally to work its spell."
The Ifrit raised his eyes to me and gave me a terrible glance. He might be 
stupid, but I could not let myself forget for a second how dangerous he was. 
"You don't need to patronize me, little mage," he said coldly.
He grabbed my hand, ring and all, and pulled it up to eye level, the rest of me 
dangling painfully. He muttered syllables that might have been the Hidden 
Language  if I could still recognize it. The onyx ring trembled on my finger 
and buzzed.
His lips parted in a grin of triumph. "All right, ring of Yurt, let's see what 
your secret is."
The air around us began to tremble and glitter, as though again we were about to 
be shaken off a tablecloth, but this time the earth stayed still. As I looked 
around wildly, the empty valley near us began to fill up: first another oasis a 
short distance away, then a tangle of flowering bushes, then a rocky watercourse 
cutting across the valley floor, then a rider on an enormous black steed, then 
briefly a collection of age wagons; and suddenly, just for a few seconds, a I 
group of men in the middle distance.
The Ifrit gave a roar and shook me and the ring violently. The empty valley 
resumed its calm existence. But in those few seconds, I thought I saw that one 
of the group of men, beneath his desert headdress, had red hair.
"Mirage," I said aloud as the Ifrit dumped me
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unceremoniously back on the ground. "It's a ring that creates mirages."
"Or lets you see things I do not want you to see," said the Ifrit grumpily. "I 
should kill you right now for seeing them."
I sat up, rubbing an elbow. Prince Mad in the eastern kingdoms had told me he 
had put a special spell on the ruby ring, a spell we would need in the Wadi 
Harhammi. When Elerius set out to make a substitute magic ring for Arnulf, he 
must have chosen a spell that would reveal that which was magically hidden  as 
images reflected from the desert sky revealed cities and lakes far ahead in 
mirages. I could tell from its effects that it was a good spell, one I could not 
have duplicated even if I had my magic and my books. If the Wadi Harhammi still 
kept its secrets after fifty years and if Kaz-alrhun was trying to get in, it 
was exactly the sort of ring he would want.
This explained, then, why Kaz-alrhun had not pursued us from Xantium. He knew 
exactly where we were going and thought he might play with us by letting us 
think we had gotten away. But we, with his onyx ring, would arrive just as 
surely at the Wadi, where the Ifrit would watch over us until the mage arrived.
But was the red-haired man I had glimpsed really Evrard and, if so, who was the 
rider on the black horse? "Did you capture some other travelers in the valley 
recently?" I asked casually.
"I don't think this is a very interesting secret," said the Ifrit, scowling at 
the ring and not answering my question.
"Have you seen someone on a flying horse?" I tried
again.
This got the Ifrit's attention. 'The person on the flying horse was not very 
amusing," he said.
If the man on the black horse was real, then the other group was also real, 
which might mean that Sir
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Hugo's party was right here in the valley with us, even though hidden by the 
Ifrit's magic.
I glanced toward Hugo. He was trying to sit up enough to eat. The Ifrit's wife 
seemed taken with him and busded around, offering him choice tidbits of fruit. 
In the meantime, I didn't dare say anything to him about his father; he had had 
his hopes raised too often already.
It could have been either Arnulf or King Warm with the ebony horse, come to try 
to find the secret of the Wadi Harhammi but caught by the Ifrit before he could 
fly away again. If it was King Warm, I abruptly found myself hoping the Ifrit 
would protect us from him.
It was ironic, I thought wryly, to be seeking safety in an unpredictable 
creature who had planned to kill us  and still might
'This is just the first part of the secret, Ifrit," I said. "So far I've proved 
to you that I'm not bluffing. But the man who commanded you to capture us might 
not want even you to know the rest, at least not yet, so I'd better wait until 
he comes. In the meantime, you promised to let me have my magical powers back."
He had in fact promised nothing of the sort, but he did not contradict me. 
'They're probably around here someplace," he muttered.
He said nothing more, only set me down on the ground again. But slowly at first, 
like the first trickle of water in a dry streambed, then more and more rapidly, 
I could feel knowledge of the Hidden Language coming back. It was as though 
blinders had t>een removed from my eyes and plugs from my ears. The world around 
me seemed much more real, much more visible and intense, when I could experience 
it with magic as well as normal human senses.
Even knowing we would all be dead shortly, I felt filled widi unbounded delight. 
I was so grateful to the Ifrit for restoring my abilities, even though he had
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taken them away originally, that I could have kissed his stubbly cheek.
But I knew even more intensely than I had already guessed that my own knowledge 
of magic was trivial and indeed useless for combatting the Ifrit.
"Thank you!" I called up to him with my best smile. My mind seemed to be working 
much more clearly. "Could you tell me a little more about the man who commanded 
you to watch for us? I want to be ready when he comes."
The Ifrit frowned. "I am furious with him," he said after a moment. I didn't 
know if this was good or bad. "He was the mage who first freed me from Solomon's 
spell."
Kaz-alrhun, I thought. "And why are you furious with him?" I prompted.
"I granted his first wish, but he then betrayed me," said die Ifrit grumpily. "I 
let him have two wishes for letting me out of the bottle, of course, although he 
made me agree to come grant them whenever he called, wherever he might be. He 
finally called for his first wish last year, ordering me to guard this valley 
and keep my captives alive, especially people from Yurt."
Everyone in the East, except us, I was now convinced, knew something special 
about Yurt.
"But one of the people from Yurt put me back into the bottle," continued die 
Ifrit.
For a second I had a nightmare sense that either I had met this Ifrit before 
without remembering it or there was some other kingdom of Yurt somewhere that I 
ought to know about.
The mage must have given him the bottle on purpose," added the Ifrit with 
wounded dignity. Therefore I do not think I will answer when he summons me a 
second time."
I looked up at the Ifrit's furrowed brow. "In that case," I said craftily, "if 
the mage is not coming and you're supposed to keep us safe until he does, then 
you'll have to keep us alive forever." As long as we were
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still alive, I intended to escape well before forever
came.
The Ifrit seated himself slowly on an enormous boulder and thought this over. 
"But the other man," he said, "the one who freed me the second time, said I 
should kill anyone who came to the valley, except for those other people from 
Yurt."
It looked as though the Ifrit had gotten himself into a moral dilemma by 
granting contradictory wishes to different people. I hoped to find out what had 
happened someday myself. "In the meantime you have to keep everyone from Yurt 
alive," I said firmly.
I left him trying to work through this and hurried back to the others. It 
sounded as diough someone powerful might still appear at any minute, even if the 
Ifrit did refuse to grant the mage's second wish. I was in time to get some of 
the melon and settled myself again to look at the onyx ring. Now that I knew 
what kind of spell Elerius had put on it, I might have some chance of unraveling 
it.
"I keep thinking about that boy and my stallion," said Dominic, sitting down 
beside me. "Do you think he was simply trying to escape the Ifrit or was he 
going to alert someone after having led us into a trap?"
"It just looked like panicked flight to me," I said. "I don't know where he'd 
go. The emir's city wouldn't be safe for him and it took us many weeks of travel 
to get here from Xann'um."
'It wouldn't take him nearly as long to get back, riding Whirlwind all out, 
especially if he didn't detour to the Holy City. I'm beginning to wonder, 
Wizard, if we should start expecting that mage."
"It would certainly take Maffi much longer than two days to reach Xann'um," I 
said, "even on Whirlwind. And the Ifrit's just told me he's not answering any 
magical calls from the mage." I stopped speaking abruptly to concentrate more 
fully at the onyx ring.
lile talking to Dominic, I had been teasing at it
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delicately with little tendrils of magic. Suddenly I saw the whole spell as 
cfear/y as though it had been written out, step by step, in a book of wizardry. 
I could see exactly which words of the Hidden Language Elerius had used, the 
complicated and quite inventive way he had combined a spell of discovery with a 
spell of sight, his elegant means of attaching the spell to the onyx so that it 
was permanently latent in the stone yet would need someone with fairly powerful 
magic  or at least the right powerful spell  to put it into action.
I knew at once which words to say and, for a second, the valley again flickered 
with other mirage-like images, even if no one could see them but me.
But this was wrong. I had never been able to visualize a spell like this in my 
life, even my own. I knew I wasn't this good. In fact, I didn't think anyone 
was.
I looked up, startled, toward the Ifrit. Had he given me his magical abilities 
instead of my own?
No, because with this strange clarity I now had, it was quite plain that I had 
nothing more than the mix of school magic, herbal magic and improvisation I had 
always had, and the Ifrit had his own enormous fund of powerful though unfocused 
magic. But the difference now was my ability to recognize a spell and all its 
attributes.
"I think I see the difference at last," I said excitedly to Dominic, who didn't 
have the slightest idea what I was talking about. "Western magic is organized 
scientifically. There's very little scientific about eastern magic. That's why 
Melecherius had so much trouble explaining it, even if he understood it himself. 
Instead, it's an art."
"Do you and this scientific art know how to get us out of here?" asked Dominic.
Tm working on it," I said. If this clarity only lasted, I should be able to 
discover the spell on Dominic's ruby ring as well. Maybe if the Ifrit wanted to 
take a nap and he took his wife off with him somewhere while
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he did so, then I could try to use the onyx to locate Sir Hugos party and we 
could
"What's that?" said Dominic sharply.
I looked up quickly, putting together far more easily than I ever had before a 
scientific far-seeing spell.
It was a flying carpet, soaring over the steep edge of the valley and 
approaching us rapidly. Seated on it were Maffi and the massive black bulk of 
Kaz-alrhun
PART EIGHT
The
I wrapped my magic firmly around me and stood up to meet Kaz-alrhun. He hopped 
off the carpet as soon as it had set down gracefully on the sandy soil. "If you 
are here to gloat over us," I said with dignity, "and to watch your Ifrit kill 
us, you might at least let us know first why everyone in the East seems to find 
the mention of Yurt so exciting."
But he ignored me. "Ifrit!" he shouted. "In the name of God, the all 
compassionate, I adjure you not to harm the tiniest hair on the heads of these 
people!"
My suppositions shifted wildly, but I had nothing with which to replace them. I 
had steeled myself to face a mage who was about to order the Ifrit to kill us, 
and instead he had just commanded the Ifrit to spare us.
An enormous bare foot was suddenly between Kaz-alrhun and me as the Ifrit 
stepped forward. He picked up the mage to peer at him. 'They do have rather tiny 
hairs," he agreed, running a clawed hand through his own thick locks. His voice 
was about ten octaves lower than the mage's. "But I am guarding this valley and 
they came tumbling in. So did you, for that matter. Are you from Yurt?"
"Do you want me to bind you by the name of the Most High, as King Solomon once 
bound you?" Kaz-alrhun demanded. He was putting a paralysis spell together, one 
which I would never have been able to
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duplicate, full of eastern tricks and connections unlike anything I'd ever seen 
before but which I could observe as clearly now as though it were a picture 
before my eyes. I wasn't sure it really would bind an Ifrit, but it looked as 
though it had greater potential than anything of mine.
"All right," replied the Ifrit sulkily. He bent to put the mage back down on the 
ground. "I wasn't going to make them die an evil death anyway or, at least, not 
yet."
I expected Kaz-alrhun to accept this agreement, but he abruptly smiled, flashing 
a gold tooth, and threw his paralysis spell onto the Ifrit. With a stunned and 
rather puzzled look, the Ifrit subsided onto the sand, as majestically and 
inexorably as a piece of a mountain breaking free and tumbling toward the 
valley. His hand opened and the mage hopped out.
"Now!" cried Kaz-alrhun. "Onto the carpet! All of you, if you value the life God 
gave you!"
None of this made any sense. "But I thought you had set your Ifrit to capture 
us!"
His gold tooth flashed again as he smiled widely. "But this is not my Ifrit."
I had no time to create new assumptions, but my old ones were irretrievably 
gone. "We're never all going to fit on a little carpet like that," I said, the 
one thing I thought I could say with certainty.
"Watch and learn, Daimbert!" He said a few quick words, gave a great flourish 
and the carpet twitched, shivered, and grew until it was indeed big enough for 
all of us, even the horses. "Come!" he said when I hesitated. "Do you not wish 
to escape the Ifrit?"
I shook myself into action and herded the rest of our startled party onto the 
carpet with Maffi. The Ifrit, stretched out with his eyes shut, snorted as 
though he might soon awaken from the paralysis  and awaken furious. I had never 
flown on a magic carpet and had no reason to trust Kaz-alrhun's, but we didn't 
have much choice.
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It lurched up from the ground, and we all clutched at each other. "The horses 
neighed desperately as it seemed we must slide off the carpet's edge, but it 
straightened itself as it began to climb. We rotated twice, then sailed slowly 
up and over the rim of the valley.
From the air we could see for scores of miles across the sere desert landscape. 
I thought I could spot the glittering spires of Bahdroc in the distance and the 
uneven line of rocky hills beyond. I caught a flash of light reflected from the 
Dark Sea and, for one moment, saw what might have been the spires of the once 
ensorcelled city. The carpet turned around again, a quarter mile above the 
ground, then plunged downward to light on the steep hillside outside the
circular valley.
I tumbled more than stepped off the carpet, glad to feel the solid ground 
beneath my feet again- For the brief moment we had been up in the air, the 
carpet s flight had seemed strong and smooth, but I could see it would take me a 
while to get used to the rough takeoffs and rapid landings.
"This is good fortune indeed," said Kaz-alrhun, straightening the odd-shaped 
pieces of silk that covered his enormous bulging body. "I have never before 
ventured to bind an Ifrit. Even you, Daimbert, were able to find a way out of 
one of my spells. I cannot be sure how long my magic will hold such a creature."
"But are we safe, this close?" asked Ascelin. He seemed to be rallying, though 
Hugo still looked too exhausted to care.
"Of course not," said Kaz-alrhun cheerfully. "You wouldn't have come all the way 
from Xantium just to rescue us from the Ifrit," I said. "Why are you here?"
"My reason is the same as yours, Daimbert," said the mage. "I wish to enter the 
Wadi."
This entire trip I had had to keep adjusting my expectations, as everything 
turned out to be not quite what it seemed, as I looked for aid one moment to
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those whom at another point I considered my enemies. A very short time ago, I 
had feared Kaz-alrhun s arrival. Now, quite irrationally, I found myself 
thinking of him as an ally.
"You can have the onyx ring Maffi stole from you," I said, pulling it off. 
"Don't be too hard on him."
This set the mage into a paroxysm of laughter. "He told you he stole it?" He 
gave the boy a buffet on the side of the head, still laughing. "And you believed 
him?"
There were a number of things I needed to find out at once, but one took 
precedence. Maffi still stood on the carpet, carefully not meeting my eye. I 
took him firmly by the arm. "So Kaz-alrhun sent both you and this ring with us 
on purpose," I said, putting it back on my finger since the mage apparently 
didn't want it. "I should have realized, ever since you first offered to escort 
us to the Thieves' Market in Xantium, that you were working for him. Did you 
enjoy spying on us all the way from Xantium? Were you sending back messages from 
every oasis by means of the deep pools? And you made me believe that you wanted 
to learn' magic!"
Maffi looked as subdued as I had ever seen him, but he still managed a grin. "I 
do want to learn magic, my master! The communications spell was all Kaz-alrhun 
would teach me." He promptly created a large pink illusory spot on the front of 
my shirt, as though hoping this would placate me.
"First you need to learn to play chess," said Kaz-alrhun to the boy, "before I 
could begin to teach you magic."
"But don't forget," Maffi continued to me, "if it hadn't been for me, the mage 
wouldn't have known to come save you!"
Dominic stepped up at this point. "Where is my stallion, boy?" he demanded.
"At the first oasis north of the emir's city," said Maffi with another grin. 
'That really is a magnificent horse. I
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would never have been able to bring help so quickly if I'd been riding any other 
steed."
So when Maffi had escaped, he had ridden like the wind to the first place from 
which he could send a message to Xantium, and Kaz-alrhun had come swooping 
across the desert on his flying carpet. But if the mage had been using the boy 
to keep an eye on us and thought he had to come rescue us, then someone else had 
set the Ifrit here, someone who might himself appear at any moment "Hie Wadi's 
down there in the circular valley," I said to Kaz-alrhun, "but it's hidden  or 
only visible for a few seconds. The Ifrit isn't going to let us get to it if he 
can help it. Why did you let him out of the bottle in the first place?"
Kaz-alrhun smiled slowly. "It was not I." "He said it was a mage  " But there 
must be many mages in the East, most of whom I hadn't met.
"That mage," said Kaz-alrhun enigmatically, "hoped that an Ifrit would help him 
find the Wadi's secret. He was mistaken."
'Then you and I and Prince Dominic need to get in before that mage gets here." I 
wondered briefly why a mage with the power to master an Ifrit couldn't find the 
Wadi's secret, but I pushed the issue aside. There were still too many other 
things I didn't understand. "But tell me first, Mage. What is in there?"
He looked at me thoughtfully. "You like a challenge, do you not?" I abruptly 
began to fear him as irrationally as I had felt a moment ago that I could trust 
him. "You are on a quest for something, but you do not know what it is. I, too, 
am on a quest, but its nature is such that I dare not hint to you what I hope to
find...."
"You don't know what's there, either," I said with much more confidence than I 
felt. "Good. We'll look for it together. We'd better get back to the valley 
immediately, before the Ifrit breaks your spell."
The mage unexpectedly put a massive hand on my
shoulder, making me shiver. "I can warn you and prepare you, even if I do not 
tell you." His black eyes met mine, completely serious for once. "I will not 
urge you to go. For if you proceed, you will be proceeding into dangers you 
cannot expect or even imagine."
"Prince Dominic," I called. "Are you ready to face unimaginable dangers to get 
into the Wadi?"
Dominic had been trying to get more details from Maffi about his stallion, what 
condition it was in, who was supposedly taking care of it now, and not getting 
answers he liked. But he turned toward me at once, the ruby of his ring still 
pulsing with light. "I have been ready since we reached my father's tomb."
I tried quickly to probe the spell attached to his ring and discovered that the 
clarity of vision I had had for a short time was gone. Either it was operative 
only within the valley or else it was just a short-term effect of having my 
magic restored by the Ifrit. Or I had imagined it, easily possible in this world 
of mirages and shifting expectations.
"I have never understood why you wizards of the west bind yourselves to kings 
and princes," Kaz-alrhun commented. I noticed him gazing fixedly at the ruby. 
"Your own magic should be strong enough that you do not need a prince with you."
"This is his quest and his is the ring from Yurt you actually wanted, 
Kaz-alrhun," I replied. "You didn't want the onyx ring at all."
"I have always known the onyx was not the ring I sought," said the mage 
good-naturedly.
Then why were you willing to sell your flying horse for it?" I demanded.
"But it was not you who bought my horse."
I gave him up. At some point, the shadows and mirages might settle down again. 
"Let's get to the Wadi before the Ifrit gets loose."
We left the others sitting in the sparse shade some larger rocks afforded. 
Ascelin looked away to the north,
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searching for signs of the emir's troops. Kaz-alrhun, Dominic, and I again rose 
into the air on the flying carpet and swooped over the valley wall.
The Ifrit s enormous form still lay stretched out below us. His wife, sitting 
beside him, looked up at us and waved. Kaz-alrhun said a few words to the carpet 
and it descended slowly to hover near the Ifrit, who stared at us with unseeing 
eyes. "I have not done my spells amiss," said the mage complacently. 'There are 
not many who can master an Ifrit, even for an hour's span."
"Watch," I said. 'This onyx ring is good for one
purpose."
I stretched out my hand and put the words of the
Hidden Language together. The air of the valley
shimmered with the magic that allowed people and
objects to be hidden from each other. "Rightthere" I
said, pointing to the dry watercourse. "That's where
we're going." Suddenly, gloriously, I had the clarity of
vision back, and I knew exactly what spell to say next. It
was a spell I had never used, one which I was quite sure
even Elerius had not known, but it came to me as easily
as though another mind were guiding me. As the heavy
syllables of the Language rolled from my tongue, the
shimmering resolved itself and the watercourse became
clearer and clearer while everything else faded.
The carpet dropped abruptly to the ground, tumbling us off. My spell, coupled 
with Elerius's spell on the onyx, had allowed us not only to see other layers of 
reality, but to pass into them as easily as the Ifrit apparently could. Dominic 
rubbed a bruised knee as he picked himself up but managed not to scowl; I was 
afraid he trusted me to know what I was doing. The
Ifrit was gone.
Kaz-alrhun laughed. "Most excellent, Daimbert! How did you do that? I could 
never find any sensible spell on that ringwhich is why I sent it with the boy. 
I realize I should have tested it more thoroughly before giving up a good 
automaton for it, but I had
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faith that you would be able to do something with it."
"It's western school magic," I said.
Then your school may have something to offer after all," said the mage in 
pleased surprise. "When I last spoke to a master from your school, a great many 
years ago when it first opened, he seemed rather constrained and bookish. What 
was his name? Melecherius, I believe. I am glad there are also wizards like you 
there."
"I think we're going to need both eastern and western magic for this," I said.
But eastern spells could not get the flying carpet to rise again and I had 
nothing to offer. Hie sun beat down on the three of us as we hurried on foot 
across the valley floor toward where a deep rift now appeared. The Ifrit was 
able to create and change reality here, I thought, and armed with the onyx ring 
I could do nearly the same thing. I didn't like to think what long-term effects 
this kind of magic would have on the local physical structure of the earth; it 
was with good reason that Ifriti were considered highly dangerous. At least, I 
thought, when we left the reality where our friends were, where the flying 
carpet worked, we had also left the Ifrit behind.
He stopped us before we had crossed half the distance to the Wadi.
Kaz-alrhun opened his mouth, then froze. For the first time since I had met him 
he looked disconcerted. Sweat made rivulets in the dust on his dark skin.
"By what form of slaughter shall I slay you?" asked the Ifrit, glaring down with 
his arms folded. "I do not like little mages who try to tie me up. Solomon may 
have bound me, but you are not Solomon. And I do not even think you are from 
Yurt."
Kaz-alrhun's magic was gone, I realized, snatched from him as mine had been when 
I first reached the valley. Though I soil had my magical abilities for the 
moment, I didn't dare use them against the Ifrit for fear of drawing attraction 
to them. I wondered wildly if this was the mage's unimaginable danger: probably 
not,
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because I could imagine quite vividlywhat the Ifrit was about to do to us.
"Listen, Ifrit," I said recklessly. "I have a proposition to make."
The Ifrit shifted his eyes from Kaz-alrhun and leaned down toward me. "What kind 
of proposition?"
"If you let us go, I can help you with your wife."
Kaz-alrhun recovered his equilibrium as soon as the Ifrit turned his attention 
away; he looked intrigued by this new development.
The Ifrit growled low in his throat. "And what are you trying to imply, little 
mage, about my beautiful, my pure young wife?"
'Just this," I plunged on. "In another ten years, her litheness and slenderness 
will begin to go. Twenty years after that, her white skin will be wrinkling and 
her black hair turning gray." I paused to let the Ifrit consider this. "But I 
can keep that from happening."
"But if I keep her with me, she will not have to die the way all you humans do," 
the Ifrit protested.
"No, it doesn't work like that. Even with my magic, she won't live longer than 
King Solomon did. And without my spells, she won't five longer than any ordinary 
human. But I can promise to keep her young a long, long time."
"Then you'd better do your spells right away," said the Ifrit, deeply concerned.
"No, because I don't trust you. First let us continue our explorations and then 
I'll cast my spells. We aren't trying to escape because we'll always be right 
here in the valley. This may take a day or two, but we'll never be far away. 
When we've found what we're looking for, then I shall cast the spells to give 
your wife long life."
"Maybe I do not trust you. If you play me false, then God shall play you false. 
If you don't come back and make my wife stay young and pure, then I'll crush all 
your friends."
If we didn't find a way to get away from the Ifrit
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soon, before whoever had ordered him to watch for us appeared, we'd all be dead 
anyway. Rapid crushing would have to be better than undergoing any more of the 
Ifrit's fatal "tests."
"Of course," I said as firmly as I could.
I turned on my heel and started walking without giving him a chance to change 
his mind. Kaz-alrhun and Dominic were right behind me. As we hurried on, the 
mage commented with a small smile, "It has been two centuries since I was last 
without access to magic. This should be a novel experience." Then he added, as 
though in disapproval, "That was a noble display of generosity, Daimbert. I 
thought even wizards of the west knew better than to prolong life wantonly."
"We do. I would never artificially lengthen the lives of anyone at the royal 
court of Yurt." This was for Dominic's benefit. "But I think the Ifrit's own 
magical abilities could have prolonged her life anyway, even though he doesn't 
know it."
And then I realized the mage was smiling. He had not disapproved of my 
proposition after all. "I did not know that woman was the ifrit's wife," was all 
he said.
We seemed to move at a snail's pace across the valley floor. The noon heat 
surrounded us so thoroughly that it felt it must be visible. The sun's glare 
made it hard to see. The mage was soon wheezing and I slowed my pace to his; he 
was twice my bulk as well as at least two hundred years older. Dominic would 
have been wheezing even worse at the beginning of our trip, though he now moved 
almost as easily as Ascelin.
When we finally reached the boulders that marked the head of the dry 
watercourse, my first thought was to sit down in their shadow. But I stood up 
again after a moment, while the mage was still panting, to look down into the 
Wadi Harhammi.
It had been our goal since the eastern kingdoms, but now that we were here it 
seemed almost an anticlimax.
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For a place of unimaginable danger, it seemed very quiet The watercourse 
appeared empty, although a curve hid most of its length. I still had no idea 
what Dominic's father had thought was in the Wadi fifty years ago or what might 
be here now  or even what Kaz-alrhun thought was here.
It was time to find out. I lifted the onyx ring and said the words to reveal 
what was hidden.
We scrambled backwards as the ground beneath our feet started to drop away, 
rocks rolling and sand sliding. In a few seconds, the narrow watercourse had 
grown to cover most of the center of the valley.
"Greetings," said King Warin. "I knew you'd be here sooner or later."
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Dominic and I stopped dead, but Kaz-alrhun did not seem perturbed. "I wish to 
inquire of you about that onyx ring you gave me for my flying horse," he said. 
"It was not the ring I required."
King Warin fixed us with his dead cold eyes, making me shiver in spite of the 
desert sun. "And your flying horse is not the help you led me to believe it 
would be." The enormous black horse stood, completely still, beside him.
"You should always beware when bargaining in the Thieves' Market," said the 
mage. "Did I make any guarantee of my automaton's power against Ifriti?"
Dominic interrupted them. "King Warin," he said formally, "I accuse you before 
these witnesses of treating us falsely. When we return to the western kingdoms, 
I intend to assemble a court of our royal brothers to judge you for the crimes 
of theft and attempted murder."
"He obtained the onyx ring by stealing it from you?" said Kaz-alrhun with a 
smile of comprehension. "God's
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ways are secret ways; all of us and the ring are now here together."
"So is this," I asked the mage with a nod toward Warin, "the danger against 
which you didn't feel you could warn me?"
"Not at all," said the mage. "I did not expect him here, although I always knew 
his entry into the game at this point was possible."
"You've moved into a separate level of reality," I said to Warin with what I 
hoped was a wizardly scowl. All I had to oppose the king was my magic, and I 
wanted to make sure he respected it. 'The ebony horse won't fly here."
"Do you not intend to answer my charge?" said Dominic, crossing his arms. From 
his manner, instead of being in a desert valley surrounded by rocks, sand, and 
treacherous magic, we could have been home in the west.
Warin hesitated, flicking his eyes back and forth between us. He might have no 
respect for the mage and me, but Dominic disturbed him. "I do not understand 
what you're talking about," he said brusquely. "I had nothing to do with that 
band of bandits."
"So you do know that we were set upon by bandits," said Dominic, as though 
making a point before a judge. "When the strange stories coming out of the east 
reached you, you learned there was a flying horse for sale in Xantium and its 
price a certain ring...."
'The ring you tried unsuccessfully to find in Prince Dominic's tomb," I 
suggested
Dominic scowled darkly. "No wonder the townspeople have become leery of the 
Church of the Holy Twins, if its sanctuary was violated by someone who would not 
hesitate to practice the black arts. I shall add desecration of a grave to my 
charges against you."
King Warin seemed momentarily caught off balance. "I know nothing of a 
desecration of a grave," he said with
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what appeared to be sincerity. But neither Dominic nor I were ready to believe 
him.
"So you stole the ring you had good reason to suspect Arnulf had sent with us," 
I continued. "How long did it take you to realize that the ring you gave for the 
horse, which you hoped would carry you safely to the Wadi and away again, was 
the same ring that the mage wanted in order to uncover the Wadi's secrets?"
Except that it wasn't. Now I was confusing myself. I caught an amused look from 
the mage.
King Warm pulled his lips back from his teeth in what might have been meant for 
a smile. "I told you I expected you sooner or later."
"We're here now," I said, not daring to lose whatever momentum I had. "We'll let 
you watch while we uncover the old secrets you hoped to obtain by deviousness 
and evil."
I rubbed the onyx with my thumb and wondered how many layers of magical reality 
there might still be before us. I again spoke the words of the Hidden Language, 
heedless of whatever permanent damage I might be doing. If this valley was 
indeed an ancient volcano, leading down into the heart of the earth, maybe it 
had an inherent, well-grounded stability, which was why the Ifrit could 
apparently manipulate reality here so easily. Either that, or he and I were 
disturbing the magma miles below, and molten rock was even now moving up toward 
us.
As the air's shimmering resolved itself, I thought I saw a group of people in 
the distance, from the corner of my eyes. But fifty yards ahead of us, and much 
more intriguing, something glittered in the sand of the rift.
I reached it first by flying, snatching it up before King Warm's hands could 
seize it. It was a bronze bottle made in the shape of a cucumber.
I hefted it cautiously. It felt empty. The mouth was closed with a lead stopper, 
but the stopper was loose. When I opened the bottle and shook, nothing came out.
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Kaz-alrhun held out a hand and I gave it to him. If this was the secret of the 
Wadi Harhammi, I was not impressed.
But the mage lifted his eyebrows steeply. "This is a bottle wherein an Ifrit was 
imprisoned, Daimbert," he said. "Look at the seal on the stopper."
A seal had indeed been impressed in the lead, but I shook my head, not able to 
identify it.
"Do you not recognize the graven signet of Solomon, son of David?"
Dominic gave a low whistle.
'This is what Prince Vlad threatened me with," I said. "He warned me I'd find 
something dangerous in the Wadi, but he wouldn't tell me what it was unless I 
promised to return to his principality. It was an imprisoned Ifrit."
'Too late now to worry about releasing him accidentally," said Dominic.
"Someone did release him," I said slowly. "In fact, although the Ifrit s story 
seems a little unclear, he may have been released two separate times. He said at 
least one of the people who released him was a mage. What mage has already been 
here and what has he found?" I tried glaring at Kaz-alrhun, but he just smiled.
'This is all that is here," said King Warm darkly. 'The secret of the Wadi was 
an imprisoned Ifrit from whom your friend Amulf hoped to obtain wishes."
Dominic and I looked at each other in dismay. But I recovered quickly. "No, 
because the rumors concerning Yurt are much more recent than five years old and 
we know the Ifrit's been out at least that long. So the Ifrit himself can't be 
the whole secret." I frowned at King Warin in an attempt to match his own icy 
stare. "Why are you trying to mislead us?"
I looked at him from under my eyebrows, thinking rapidly. He didn't answer my 
question, but he didn't need to. He was trying to mislead us because he still
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hoped to find the Wadi's secret without us. But if King Warm had become trapped 
here in the valley, then he could not be behind all the strange events, and 
someone else, with powerful magic, was still at large and might arrive very 
soon.
I felt a sudden, completely irrational conviction that the mage who had freed 
the Ifrit, five years or more before, was not an eastern mage at all but a 
western wizard, King Warm's former royal wizard Elerius.
Warin interrupted my thoughts by turning his eyes on me and giving a completely 
unconvincing smile. These were real eyes, not the pebbles through which Prince 
Vlad could see in darkness, but they still were hard as stone. I tried to 
reassure myself that he knew no magic himself  unless he was working with a 
demon whose supernatural powers could mask his abilities from someone like me 
who used only natural magic.
"Well, perhaps you're right after all, Wizard," he said. "I know what is in the 
Wadi and you do not. You will be able to deal with its dangers much more easily 
if you know what to expect. I'll be happy to tell you."
I broke my glance away from his. While he looked at me, it felt as though we 
were linked by a bar of cold iron. "And in return?"
"You'll give it to me."
I managed a barking laugh. "I don't like your bargain. It's a good bargain only 
for you. I'm the only person here with functioning magical abilities." If he had 
had access to supernatural magic, I told myself, he wouldn't need me. But I 
surreptitiously checked my knowledge of the Hidden Language to make sure it 
hadn't evaporated in the last few minutes  so far, so good. "Of course it's 
always better to be forewarned, but I'm not afraid."
King Warin actually believed this patent lie. "Perhaps I misspoke. We shall 
share, although in light of my superior position I should have ultimate 
control...." He
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looked thoughtful for a moment, then seemed to come to a decision.
"You'll like this proposal, Wizard. It's been a year since Elerius left and that 
school of yours hasn't been able to come up with anyone competent How would you 
like to become my new Royal Wizard?"
I must have stared at him unbelievingly because he made another of his 
unconvincing attempts at a smile. "Elerius knew you at the school and always 
spoke very approvingly of your abilities."
I ignored this highly unlikely statement. "I'm Royal Wizard of Yurt."
I caught a glimpse of Kaz-alrhun rolling his black eyes at me, either in 
amusement at a western wizard feeling he needed an employer or else in warning. 
At the same time, Dominic cleared his throat.
"We would very much miss you, Wizard," he said gravely. "But when we decided to 
hire a school-trained wizard, we always knew there would be the possibility he 
would want to leave us for a bigger or wealthier kingdom. Warm's kingdom will 
have opportunities for you Yurt could never offer."
"You're quite right," said Warin in apparent good fellowship. 'There is still 
wild magic in the mountains east of my royal castle, Wizard, and while most of 
the other lords in the kingdom keep their own magic workers, all of them need 
the firm hand of a senior wizard over them. You'll have the authority and 
respect you never had in Yurt. And you've seen my castle; I know Haimeric can 
offer you nothing so luxurious."
"I've been very happy in Yurt."
"And so you should." His eyes glinted at me in the desert sun. "I'm sure it has 
served you well as a first post Isn't that what an ambitious young wizard does, 
take a first post at a small kingdom to carry him through until his abilities 
have matured and been demonstrated?"
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proposal seriously. I would never be able to explain to anyone at the school why 
I refused it Elerius had gotten the post in Warm's kingdom right out of school 
as a reward for his supremely good abilities. The three young wizards Warin had 
sent back to the City in disgrace had also doubtless been near the top of their 
classes. I, on the other hand, had at several points been in danger of not even 
graduating and had developed whatever skills I now possessed through a 
remarkable number of errors. For me to step into Elerius's former kingdom would 
be a tremendous honor. It was also, I hated to admit, exactly what I needed to 
overcome the ennui I had felt last winter.
For a second I tried to imagine myself constantly surrounded by liveried 
knights, who rose whenever I rose and arranged themselves around me whenever I 
was seated. I just couldn't see it. Maybe I could substitute some of the emir's 
dancing girls.
I could feel King Warin's eyes on me, though I assiduously did not meet them. 
After all, what reason was there not to take the position Warin was offering? 
Only the fact that I loved Yurt and did not want to be in the employ of someone 
who had sold his soul to the powers of darkness.
But that needn't mean my own soul was in danger, a voice in the back of my mind 
pointed out. King Warin was not the devil, only a human king, even if he did 
give every appearance of wanting supernatural knowledge not meant for humans. 
Elerius, after all, had served there for years without plunging into black 
magic. Maybe I could even function as a force for good within the kingdom.
Elerius had left, and I was no priest.
"You're wasting your time," I told King Warin. "If you don't want to tell me 
what you know about the Wadi  assuming you know anything  that's fine, but you 
must realize it would be a lot easier if we all worked together. I'd prefer in 
fact to be here without
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you, even if you did have some little piece of information we could use. I 
certainly have no intention of spending the rest of my life in your kingdom."
Dominic startled me by breaking into a broad smile and clapping me on the 
shoulder. It had never occurred to me he might miss me.
"If that is settled," said Kaz-alrhun, let us see what else is in this 
watercourse."
But before we had walked more than a dozen yards, I caught distant voices 
brought faintly by the wind. I rose up from the rift in the earth to be able to 
see. The rest of the party from Yurt, MafB with them, was coming across the 
valley on foot.
I flew to meet them. All of them were scratched and dusty. Ascelin looked 
exhausted, the king disoriented, and Hugo strangely pleased.
"It was the emir's men," said Ascelin, dropping to the ground as I reached them 
and wiping his forehead. 'They must have been in hiding somewhere among the 
rocks and gullies, because they appeared almost as soon as you'd left."
And the mage had distracted me from probing for soldiers with his talk of 
unimaginable dangers. "But you all got away  "I said, looking from one to the 
other. Joachim tried to smile, but I noticed he was absently rubbing his scar 
with one thumb.
"Just barely. I had to carry Haimeric down the slope, while the chaplain and the 
boy managed on their own. Hugo held off the vanguard of the troops until we were 
all safely on our way. If the descent hadn't been so steep, I'm sure they would 
have followed us at once."
I glanced toward Hugo. For one moment he managed a triumphant grin. "Saying I 
held them off may go a little far," he said with quite unconvincing modesty. "I 
put my shield and sword arm between Ascelin and the troops. With a few lucky 
strokes, I intimidated them just long enough. Then, when they rushed me, I went 
down the valley wall on my belly!"
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I looked up toward the edge of the valley with a far-seeing spell and could see 
the white turbans and glittering curved swords of the emir's soldiers. It was a 
large troop, at least a hundred men, and their swarthy faces looked angry and 
frustrated. Apparently sharing salt with us only meant that the emir would not 
kill us inside his palace  either that or he planned to capture us alive, which 
didn't sound much better.
But if they didn't want to come cascading down the nearly vertical descent after 
us, we were safe for the moment. As I watched, they settled themselves, 
apparently intending to wait us out. "What about the horses?'
Ascelin shook his head. He flicked his eyes toward the king, then back toward 
the sand. "At this point," he said in a low voice, "it would take the Ifrit to 
get them back. And all our supplies and food are gone with them. Even if we 
elude the emir's men and get out of this valley alive, I don't know how we'll 
ever get home."
I didn't answer. If we somehow escaped from the Ifrit and the emir, there were 
still hundreds of empty miles between us and Xantium, much less Yurt. Sir Hugo's 
party might have been in the same situation. They had never come home, either.
"Where's Dominic?" Ascelin asked then, looking up.
"Down in the Wadi. It is a dry watercourse. So far," I went on, remembering I 
had news of my own, "we've found the bottle the Ifrit was imprisoned in."
This took some of the despair from Ascelin's face. "Where is the Wadi?"
I looked around and could not see it. I had no idea what level of existence we 
were actually on, but at the moment it did not include the Ifrit, the Wadi, or 
Dominic.
Before I could try manipulating the spell again, King Haimeric stepped up beside 
me. Everything about him seemed old  his frail body, his wispy white hair, his 
wind-wrinkled cheeks  except for his eyes. They were bright and excited. "I'm 
not sure what you've
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been able to see, Wizard," he said, "but just before we got on that flying 
carpet, I saw the blue rose."
I turned my attention fully toward him. "You saw the blue rose?" I repeated 
idiotically.
There wasn't time to say anything then, but it's here in the valley. I always 
knew it was. That's why the emir didn't want us to come here."
I hesitated only a second. If we had lost everything, even our waterskins, we 
wouldn't live long enough for a second chance to find the king's rose. Dominic 
and Kaz-alrhun between them could take care of Warin while I was gone. I didn't 
think King Haimeric had yet realized we would never get home, but he might as 
well die with his own quest fulfilled.
"Rest a little longer," I said to Ascelin and the others. "I'll take you to the 
Wadi shortly." Then I turned to the king. "Let's find your rose, sire."
Ill
King Haimeric and I walked across the valley floor, leaving the others behind. 
Even without any visible landmarks, the king seemed to know exactly where we 
were going. I murmured spells that made the air around us shimmer with a 
kaleidoscope of shifting images, including again the silk caravan. But I did not 
see the group of people who might have included a red-headed wizard  assuming I 
had ever seen them at all.
"There it is," said the king, stopping short.
We stepped into a flowering garden and out of the layer of reality in which we 
had been. The garden was surrounded by a low wall and was filled entirely with 
rosebushes.
We walked silently among them. The green, glossy leaves looked completely out of 
place in the barren desert; even the air around us was slightly damp. We
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passed enormous, showy red blooms, tiny pink buds no bigger than my littlest 
fingernail, and soft yellow blossoms whose scent threatened to overwhelm us. We 
saw no humans, but someone, I thought, must tend these bushes daily, for there 
were no insect borers, no faded blooms and no weeds.
The garden was much bigger than it at first looked. We walked half a mile, and 
the colors began to change. Here were maroons, rich violets, like what we had 
seen in the emir's garden outside Bahdroc but somehow brighter and more vivid. 
The king walked faster and faster until I was hard pressed to keep up with him.
But then he stopped so abruptly that I, following behind, almost knocked him 
over. Standing up from where he had been digging was the emir's swarthy rose 
grower.
I tried at once to shape a protective spell for King Haimeric, but I need not 
have bothered. After a surprised second, he sprang forward; he and the grower 
clasped hands in delight at their meeting.
"I had in truth hoped that even a western wizard might be able to find die magic 
to bring you here," said the grower, a smile splitting his face.
"Won't the emir be furious with you?" asked the king in concern.
"He gave me no specific instructions concerning you. I did most carefully obey 
his orders, and I never explicitly told you or any other man how to find this 
garden."
He smiled again and added, "The emir considers this his garden, of course, but 
while emirs rise and fall, the roses endure. All the attention, the rivalry and 
the weight of authority fall on the emir himself. As long as I am just his 
grower, I am free to do my crosses and to do what is most important in this 
life: to grow better roses."
"Are you working with the Ifrit?" I managed to ask.
"Of course. It was just last year, once stories of the blue rose began to 
spread, that the emir decided he
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must break part of my garden away from the rest and transport it entire to 
someplace no one else would find it. Nothing but an Ifrit would have the power 
to do that or to carry me quickly back and forth."
"A bronze bottle with an Ifrit in it was taken to the emir as something 
different and new," I said with sudden inspiration, "and the Ifrit agreed to 
help him in return for being released."
The grower smiled and nodded. For a second I even dared hope I was teaching him 
respect for western magic.
But the Ifrit himself had told me that a mage had freed him from Solomon's 
enchantment, and I was quite sure the grower didn't know any magic. Besides, the 
Ifrit had been freed for five years and the grower had just said this had only 
happened last year. But I didn't have a chance to work it out.
King Haimeric, showing no interest in Ifriti, had moved away, looking intently 
at the roses. The grower led us down the final pathway between the bushes. 
"Here," he said in a low voice.
The king drew in his breath but did not speak. This was it at last. A bush stood 
by itself, bearing a single blossom: an enormous, sapphire-blue rose. The three 
of us stood looking at it in silence. I probed quickly and surreptitiously with 
magic, but I already knew. At least where we were at the moment, this was no 
illusion but real.
It was as big across as a saucer, yet its stem easily held it upright. The 
petals were beaded with dew. From deep within the rose came a scent, both sweet 
and spicy, subtle yet unforgettable once caught. This was the blue rose the king 
had sought. Suddenly, I understood why it was worth it.
"You're the first and only outsider to find the blue rose," said the grower to 
the king after a minute. "Do you wish a root cutting?"
"I would like a root cutting beyond all things."
The grower produced his trowel. "I have started
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several plants from seed in containers which the emir hopes to have in his 
palace in a few years, but you do not want a root-bound container plant for your 
garden. You need a piece from the adult far-spreading root"
We didn't need a piece of root but a way to get out of this valley, guarded 
against us by the Ifrit and by the emir's men. Even if we got out, a cutting 
would quickly dry up in the desert air and be worthless long before we died of 
thirst, trying to get back to Xantium on foot But I said nothing.
The grower knelt down and began digging again. I looked out, away from the 
well-irrigated garden. The dry land beyond could have been seen through a pane 
of glass.
The grower packed the piece of root carefully in damp earth and paper. "It 
should last a few days," he said, frowning for the first time. "But it really 
should be planted as soon as possible."
King Haimeric frowned as well. For a few moments, his expression had been beyond 
joy or happiness, but the grower's comment brought him back to reality  or 
whatever one might call this. "I'll see what I can arrange."
He turned to me. "Thank you, Wizard. Its silly, I know, but I would not have 
wanted to die in this valley, having come this close to the blue rose, without 
first seeing it" Then he understood our situation after all. "Now we should try 
to find Dominic and the Wadi Harhammi, to see if he can find what/je has been 
seeking."
"You want the dry watercourse?" asked the grower. "We are at this moment in it, 
although you might never know it. The Ifrit insisted that if he took my garden 
away from Bahdroc, this is where he would take it. If you leave the garden 
through that little gate over there, you shall find yourself in the Wadi."
I paused with my hand on the gate, wondering again if this rose garden could 
have been what the elder Prince Dominic had heard was in the Wadi. But the
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prince had been dead fifty years and, if we were to believe the grower, this 
garden had only been brought here very recently. With something so precious to 
him here, no wonder the emir's mood had changed when we mentioned we were 
seeking the Wadi and no wonder that part of the agreement he had extracted from 
the Ifrit had been to guard it closely.
This was the same sort of gate through which we had entered, with apparently 
nothing but the valley floor beyond. But I had given up assuming that what I 
thought I saw had any relation to what I would discover. We opened the gate and 
stepped through.
We were immediately sliding down the steep side of the Wadi, raining pebbles on 
those beneath. The garden where we had been a second before was gone.
Dominic jumped out of our way. Kaz-alrhun sat to one side, apparently enjoying 
the experience.
"Where's King Warin?" I asked at once.
"He left right after you did," said Dominic, "saying he would find the Wadi's 
secret by himself  though why he should be able to find it now when he hasn't 
before, I cannot say," he added in disdain. "I think he didn't want to have to 
answer my case against him."
King Haimeric was quite incurious about Warin. He turned eagerly to Dominic. 
"I've seen it," he said. 'The blue rose. And I have a cutting."
Dominic managed to smile in spite of his own concentration on whatever might 
wait ahead. "That's excellent news, sire." He turned to me again. "We waited for 
you to go on."
I could understand Dominic waiting for me, but Kaz-alrhun was something of a 
surprise. He seemed remarkably deferential for someone who wanted to know the 
Wadi's secret himself, I thought as we continued. The ground underfoot was 
broken and patches of soft sand made walking difficult. Boulders were scattered 
in our path, none obstructing our
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passage, but placed such that it was hard to see more than fifty yards ahead.
As we walked, we started occasionally to notice something hard and white that 
was not stone, half-buried in the sand. I reached down to loosen a piece and 
realized it was human bone.
"What's here?" I said, dropping the bone abruptly and turning to the mage. "Is 
this the unimaginable danger you warned us against?'
"I know not whose bones these may be," said Kaz-alrhun in interest, "nor why 
they are here, though I would guess they are from earlier seekers after the 
Wadi's secrets."
As we continued, the king picking his way carefully so as not to step on any, 
the bones became more frequent I kept probing with magic, finding nothing but 
scurrying desert creatures. Some of the bones were made into neat stacks. They 
all seemed fairly old, though I realized I was looking hopefully for fresh ones 
from Warin.
We came around a boulder and found a cave cut into the side of the dry 
watercourse. We were now at least thirty feet below ground level. The low cave 
entrance was blocked by a latticework gate of white marble, which looked as 
though it should be in the emir's palace rather than here in this sandy wash. 
But while die others clustered around it, I staggered and leaned against a stone 
for support because I felt a wave of magic pouring out of the cave toward me.
It was incredibly sweet, as though the waking revelation of the magical 
abilities I had sometimes dreamed I had. I checked quickly to see what new 
spells I might know, found none, but felt even more intensely before the strange 
clarity of vision. This cave was the source of that clarity and it made 
everything around us seem so vivid that I hardly dared probe for what might be 
hidden within it.
And it wasn't just magical clarity that poured out toward me. It was also quite 
irrational happiness.
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Wizards are always more susceptible to magical influences than anyone else. We 
might be trapped here in the Wadi, with both the Ifrit and the emir determined 
that we not leave alive, and the desert determined that we not live even if we 
did escape, but at the moment it hardly seemed to matter.
There are footprints in the sand," commented the king.
"If Warin was here, he did not win past this gate," said Dominic. There is no 
obvious way to open it." He gave it an experimental tug with his right hand, 
then drew back quickly as though it burned his ringers.
But the moment his hand touched the latticework, it began to buzz, a high keen 
sound that made us look at each other with disquiet.
"What kind of magical defenses would the caliph  " I started to ask Kaz-alrhun, 
then stopped, for something was coming, something that clattered as it came.
We looked behind us in horror. Coming around the boulders, claws extended and 
venomous tail arched over its back, was a twenty-foot scorpion.
Dominic pushed the king behind him and whipped out his sword, though I feared 
many of the bones we had seen had been of men who had tried to fight a giant 
scorpion with steel. Kaz-alrhun scrambled out of the way while I desperately 
tried to put a binding spell together.
But the scorpion came straight on, too powerful and moving too fast for my magic 
to bind. The leg joints clattered as it scrambled over the stones toward us. The 
claws reached for me and I found myself staring into its enormous insect eyes.
With a wild facility born of fear and the strange clarity that still poured from 
the cave, I threw together a transformations spell and launched it at the 
scorpion. I had no time to put a proper spell together, not even time to find 
the words to turn the scorpion into a frog. Instead I grabbed at the spell I had 
discovered to transform something into itself, only larger, and I reversed it.
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The clattering stopped I opened the eyes I had involuntarily shut and looked 
down. There I saw a normal-sized scorpion racing across the sand, toward the 
shelter of the boulders. Dominic stepped forward and crushed it with the heel of 
its boot.
I took a rather shaky breath and wiped my forehead. The scorpion had torn a hole 
with its claw in the front of my goat's hair robe, just before I transformed it 
"That shouldn't have worked," I said. "You can't put transformations spells on 
magical creatures  it would never work with the Ifrit"
"Perhaps this was not a magical creature," suggested Kaz-alrhun, "but a normal 
scorpion an earlier mage had transformed to a larger size, so you merely freed 
it from that mage's spell."
"I didn't notice you giving me much help," I said to him testily, "especially 
after you'd warned us against it"
"I do not think you needed my help," said the mage with a grin. "And it was not 
against this that I warned you."
Dominic put his sword away and peered again through the latticework across the 
cave. 'The opening appears very small, if there is a true opening at all."
The very air at the cave entrance sparkled, like air in a mountain meadow after 
a storm. I was hit again by a wave of irrational happiness and forgot all about 
being irritated with the mage. "Dominic," I said, "here is where we need your 
father's ruby ring."
Vlad had told me he had attached a special opening spell to the ruby. But I now 
knew that the spell which had made the ring pulse with light since we first 
approached the valley was nothing that that wizard had created, but something 
far more powerful. The magic attached to Dominic's ring was as old as King 
Solomon if not older.
Dominic gritted his teeth and reached his left hand, with the ring, toward the 
marble latticework. I tried to find the words of the Hidden Language that would 
put the ring's spell into action.
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But I didn't have a chance. A voice spoke from behind us, light and cheerful. 
"So there you are! By the way  don't touch the lattice."
IV
We all whirled around. I should have known. Standing there, looking lean and 
good-natured, was Sir Hugo's red-haired wizard, Evrard.
I embraced him so hard that all the breath went out of him with a "Whoof!" In 
the desert sun he had developed more freckles than ever. For a moment the 
strange, sweet happiness that poured from the cave made all of us giddy and we 
laughed and slapped each other on the back.
"I'd hoped all along that if we got in trouble on this trip you'd come find me, 
Daimbert," Evrard said with a grin, once he had his breath back. "It still 
seemed to take you long enough to get here!"
"And Sir Hugo?" asked Dominic. "Is he alive as well?"
"As well as any of us," said Evrard. 'The Ifrit brings us food and water when he 
remembers. Mostly we're hungry and bored from hearing all of each others' life 
stories until we know them better than our own. Even touching the latticework 
and flying away from the giant scorpion lost its thrill for me after a while  
and the others didn't even dare try."
"We killed the scorpion," I said modestly, then stopped. Something was not 
right. "But why are you here?" I asked. "It wasn't you who found a way to master 
the Ifrit?"
Evrard laughed. "I don't think anyone  except maybe Solomon  could master an 
Ifrit. I did manage to put this one back into his bottle temporarily, but at the 
moment we're at something of a standoff."
I rubbed my forehead, willing myself to understand at least something. "You 
didn't let it out of the bottle
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originally. But you tricked it into going back in by telling it you couldn't 
believe something so enormous could fit into a bottle that small."
"That's right," said Evrard cheerfully. "A traveler we met in the Holy Gty sold 
us the bottle  the same traveler who told us Noah's Ark was hidden here in the 
Wadi. Did you happen to meet him? No, I can't describe him. He never did let us 
get a good look at him. But I had the sense he was some sort of mage, even 
though he spoke like a westerner."
"Go on," I said. Maybe once I heard it all it might make sense.
"He suggested we present the bottle to the emir of Bahdroc as something new and 
marvellous, and at the same time ask his assistance in reaching the Wadi 
Harhammi. We'd already been trying to decide if we should go on south from the 
Holy Land, because the mage in Xantium  "He appeared to look at Kaz-alrhun 
properly for the first time. "But you've brought him with you!"
That was one way to look at it. "So two different people directed you here," I 
said. The traveler, with the same story of Noah's Ark that Elerius had once told 
me, I had to dismiss for the moment as beyond comprehension. But I turned 
sharply to Kaz-alrhun. "Why did you tell Evrard to come here to the Wadi? Was it 
as bait for us?"
"Of course," said the mage with his infuriating smile. "It is also good to note 
here the game the other player is playing."
And Kaz-alrhun would not have cared, I thought, whether Sir Hugo's party was 
alive or dead as long as we came looking for them. But the mage had already made 
it clear that it was not he who set the Ifrit watching for people from Yurt. 
"Why didn't you escape from the Wadi while you had the Ifrit imprisoned?" I 
asked Evrard.
"We weren't in the Wadi then," Evrard continued, clearly enjoying having a new 
audience after a year of
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only Sir Hugo and the same two knights. "We were still north of Bahdroc. Imagine 
our surprise when we came over a rise and found an Ifrit asleep in the sun, and 
a human woman with him who claimed to be his wife!"
I suddenly felt sure of where four of the Ifrit's wife's rings had come from, 
but I didn't say anything.
"Unfortunately, he woke up before we could get away," Evrard continued, then 
paused to prolong the suspense. "First he asked if we were from Yurt! I took a 
chance and said we were and it's a good thing I did, because otherwise he might 
have crushed us at once in his enormous hands. But he still threatened us and 
said that even Solomon had feared his power so much that he'd had to imprison 
him. That's when I thought of taunting him, of showing him the bronze bottle and 
telling him I didn't believe he'd ever fit inside. He went back into it to show 
me and I was able to slap the stopper in!"
"But the Ifrit is out now," said the king.
"I'm afraid my plan didn't work as well as I'd hoped," said Evrard ruefully. 
"When I first gave the emir the bottle, he treated us very hospitably and fed us 
bread and salt. I told him, too, that we were from Yurt. But his manner changed 
as soon as I asked directions to the Wadi Harhammi.
"We stayed in Bahdroc a week, but the atmosphere was tense the entire time, and 
we had gone only a few miles out of the city when the Ifrit captured us. We've 
decided that as soon as we left, the emir must have freed the Ifrit again in 
return for a promise to take us prisoner. For some reason the Ifrit still hasn't 
killed us." But with a wild Ifrit roaring after Sir Hugo's party, no wonder the 
slave girl had told us the desert had eaten them.
"Both the emir and the slave girls remembered you," I said.
Evrard smiled reminiscently. "One of the girls was really delightful  I wished 
we could have taken her along."
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The emir's second wish in return for freeing the Ifrit, I thought, had been a 
request to transport the garden of the blue rose into hiding. Already 
constrained by a command to guard the Wadi against people from Yurt, it was no 
wonder the Ifrit had decided to bring the rose garden here. By promising to 
guard the valley, the Ifrit must have felttrappedhere.Itmust have been extremely 
tiresome for a creature who could easily pass from the highest mountains to the 
uttermost depths of the sea in half an hour: little wonder he tried to make us 
amuse him.
"I've been expecting you for months," continued Evrard, ready to chat 
indefinitely. "Didn't you get my message that we were held prisoner by the 
Ifrit?"
"You mean the sign of me cross cut into the rock where the silk caravan 
disappeared?" I said as several things fell into place.
'The Ifrit's wife wanted a bolt of silk and, originally, I was going to make the 
Ifrit leave a message for people from Yurt  but then it turned out he didn't 
trust my messages and couldn't read or write himself! So I hoped that a sign of 
the cross would do as well, as an indication that an Ifrit had Christian 
captives."
Dominic had stopped listening and was peering again through the latticework into 
the cave. "We'll catch up on our stories later," he said. 'This, I believe, is 
where what I seek is hidden."
"What is in there, Evrard?" I asked quietly.
He looked troubled for the first time. "I have no idea. All I know is that as 
long as I'm here, within about fifty yards of this cave  making sure not to 
touch the lattice, of course  I can work spells that will intimidate an Ifrit. 
Not make him do anything, apparently, but scare him into thinking I will in 
another minute. I've been able to use the power that's in there to make the 
Ifrit feed us and to promise not to kill anyone else from Yurt, but we haven't 
dared leave the Wadi. I've spent the last year not being able to learn anything 
more about it."
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Could Evrard, with his combination of improvised spells and pure bluff, be the 
danger that the mage had warned me against? Kaz-alrhun had said almost nothing 
since Evrard had appeared, but all his attention, like Dominic's, seemed turned 
toward the cave.
"This is where we find out at last," I said. Dominic again reached out his hand 
so that the ruby, now flashing rapidly, was in contact with the marble gate over 
the cave entrance. With the strange clarity of vision whatever was in this cave 
had given me, I found the right spell to bring the magic in the ring to full 
potential. The words of the Hidden Language rumbled through the rift like the 
sound of rocks falling.
The latticework shivered, then slowly started to dissolve into vapor, losing its 
solidity even while it still held its shape. The sound of rocks falling 
continued even when I finished speaking, and as we watched the small opening 
beyond the gate grew larger. Dominic kept his hand extended until the cascade of 
stone had stopped, leaving an opening four feet high, and the white wisps of 
latticework vapor dissipated in the desert air.
We all shivered ourselves, then peered into the cave's dim interior, blinking in 
an attempt to see. "Can you make a light, Wizard?" the king asked quietly.
Dominic didn't wait for a light. He ducked his head to step within. But he 
stopped short almost immediately and backed out, rubbing his forehead. 'There's 
another barrier," he said. "Is it glass?"
I probed quickly. "Not glass, but more magic."
The ground beneath us rose and fell, as sharply and smoothly as a wave under a 
dinghy. A faint rumbling came from deep within the earth. We paused to stare at 
each other, but a minute stretched out, two minutes, and the tremor did not come 
a second time.
Dominic reached out his hand to touch the invisible barrier again and went 
straight through it, almost losing his balance. His head reemerged. "What are 
you doing, Wizard?"
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Tm not doing anything. It's your ring." I could see the spell clearly now, 
spread out like a highly figured tapestry. 'The latticework was just the first 
line of defense. The air itself is solid there, but your ruby ring is imbued 
with the power to pass through, apparently taking you with it."
'Then I'd better go through," said Dominic.
I glanced toward Kaz-alrhun, to see if he had any better ideas, but he stood a 
little way back, his thick arms folded, watching with interest.
I put a quick spell of light onto the ruby ring. Dominic stretched out his hand 
and from the mouth of the cave we could see the ring's firefly glow move down a 
dark tunnel and disappear.
Evrard pushed against the air turned glass and tried a few spells of his own, 
but it remained impervious. I found I could not sense Dominic beyond the glass 
barrier. If the ground shifted while he was in there, we would have no warning 
he was about to be crushed. In the distance I thought I could hear a low murmur, 
which could have been the emir's men, could have been the Ifrit, and could have 
been molten rock moving toward the earths surface.
But in a moment, we heard Dominic's footsteps clearly again, and then the light 
of the ring reappeared. His head bent, he emerged from the cave carrying 
something awkwardly before him, and carefully put it down on the sandy floor of 
the Wadi.
It was a locked cabinet about a yard in height. The outside was enameled in 
geometric patterns and the elaborate lock was iron. The magical clarity and the 
strange happiness intensified to the point that for a moment it was difficult 
even to think.
"It should be possible to open this lock with magic," I said then. It would also 
have been possible to break the enameled cabinet, but I didn't like to do that.
When Kaz-alrhun showed no sign of helping, I knelt beside the cabinet and began 
to twist and turn
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delicately at the lock. The iron was free of rust in spite of long being 
underground. I felt I could see the mechanism through its casing, and in a 
moment the lock gave a great click and came off in my hand.
I stepped back to let Dominic kneel down and open the cabinet door. He reached 
inside and took out a ceramic amphora, big enough to hold a gallon of wine, and 
sealed with lead.
Dominic tried the stopper, but it was set in very firmly, and his hand trembled. 
The amphora dropped to the ground and exploded into shards of pottery.
Lying on the ground amid the shards was a golden box, the size of Dominic's two 
fists.
"No," whispered King Haimeric. "It cannot be. It was within a golden box, within 
a sealed amphora, within a locked cabinet, but the cabinet was inside a derelict 
ship sunk in the deepest rift of the Outer Sea."
There was no immediately obvious way to open the box, but when Dominic picked it 
up in his hand, the hand with the ring, a thin line appeared all the way around 
it. I tried the opening spell that had gotten us through the latticework without 
effect. But as Dominic held it, the thin line widened. With his other hand, he 
took hold of the top and carefully opened it.
Beyond expectation, beyond hope, lying in the box on a bed of black velvet was a 
black sphere. It was so dark that it appeared to absorb light, so smooth that 
when Dominic touched it with his finger it began slowly to spin: King Solomon s 
Pearl.
It took us several minutes to be able to speak again. Instead we stood in 
silence, looking at it.
I don't know about the others, but to me it seemed to have a voice, a low 
calling just beyond the edge of full intelligibility, speaking of magic before 
Solomon, before humans had made any attempts to channel magical forces into 
comprehensible or repeatable channels. And yet it was still magic, magic that I 
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my school training and my somewhat patchy knowledge of herbs could understand. 
This went beyond either ambition or happiness, but I knew that with die Pearl I 
could become the greatest wizard the world had ever known.
I looked toward Kaz-alrhun and Evrard and saw solemn expressions that I thought 
must match my own. The mages magical abilities, I felt suddenly certain, had 
returned to him.
In a few swift seconds a complete vision passed through my mind, of myself 
returning to the wizards' school with the Pearl, demonstrating magical abilities 
beyond anything even the best and oldest of the masters had ever imagined. With 
my powers, I would immediately bring the eastern kingdoms and their wizards 
under the control of the west; I would stop all wars between aristocrats and 
wrangling between wizards; I would make the Ifriti into my agents; I would 
reconform both weather and geology to make the earth more comfortable; I would 
rewrite all the textbooks at the school to make them match my own magical 
vision; I would enrich the soil so that the crops never failed; I would regulate 
all trade closely so that all dealings were fair to everyone and goods were 
always available where needed; I would bring even the dragons of the wild 
northern land of magic under the control of wizardry.... Daimbert the Wise, they 
would
o:
call me, Daimbert the Just, Daimbert the God.
And the first thing that happened would be that I would have all the headaches 
and responsibilities of administration. The second would be that all the wizards 
and priests and aristocrats, as well as all the villagers and townsmen of the 
west, and probably even the dragons, would unite to overthrow me.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. And I had thought 
Warm's offer to be the Royal Wizard of a large and wealthy kingdom a temptation! 
Even with the Pearl, as I had always
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known and should always have remembered, no wizard can do more with magic than 
tug at the edges of the powers that had shaped the world. If this temptation to 
tug harder was what Kaz-alrhun had meant by unexpected and unimagined dangers, 
he had a point.
Dominic broke the silence at last. "This is what my father meant us to find," he 
said, then frowned, finding his remark somewhat inadequate. "It is indeed 
something wonderful and marvellous, something that makes those terms almost 
trite.. .. This Pearl," he continued, quoting Arnulf, "gives power to the people 
who hold it, so that they will always prosper, that their setbacks will be only 
temporary, and they will in the end find their hearts' desire. But I still don't 
know how my father learned it was here."
"I do," said Kaz-alrhun unexpectedly. "I told him about it."
We all turned to stare at him. "If you know the history of the Black Pearl," 
said the mage, "then you know that it was last seen a thousand years ago when 
the last of the caliphs, may God reward him, gave up both its powers and its 
perils by having an Ifrit hide it."
"In die Outer Sea," said King Haimeric again.
"No, although he let that story be generally known. Instead he hid it here in 
the Wadi Harhammi, protected by Ifrit magic. As an additional precaution, 
although he kept this very secret, he put the opening spell that would allow one 
to reach the Pearl onto a ruby ring. . . . Because the Ifriti have been 
controlled since the time of Solomon by the magic of his Black Pearl, not even 
all die Ifriti in die East togedier, and certainly no lesser power, could break 
dirough the combined magic of pearl and ruby to reveal its hiding place. A few 
true accounts were written and can still be found in die great library in 
Xantium, and doubdess also in die Holy City and in Bahdroc, and odier accounts 
over die centuries hinted vaguely diat diere was somediing special in die Wadi.
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"The caliph hoped to keep the Black Pearl hidden forever, even if he did hide it 
in a place from which he knew he could recover it again if he ever changed his 
mind. But he had ruled for over two hundred years and his whole region had come 
to depend on him personally. When he died there was no one with the power and 
authority to take his place. In the civil war that followed, the ruby ring was 
lost, its importance forgotten. When I first learned in Xantium's library that 
the Pearl was here, I knew I had to find that ring." From the corner of my eye, 
I thought I saw Ascelin's blond head looking over the edge of the rift, but I 
was too absorbed in Kaz-alrhun's story to do more than glance toward him.
The mage turned to Dominic. 'Tracing the ruby's movements over the past 
millennium took me  a certain interval. But by God's decree I came upon it at 
last Fifty years ago, I met your father. You look like him; I would have 
recognized you when you approached my stall in the Thieves' Market even without 
the ruby snake ring on your finger.
'This was in the time of the emir's warlike youth. As he now controls this whole 
part of the east, he must have learned the secret of the Wadi, but he was in no 
position to uncover the Pearl himself. I was travelling in what you in the west 
call the eastern kingdoms  the governor of Xantium and I had had a disagreement 
of sorts and the climate of the city had become oppressive enough that it seemed 
better to leave town for a while. I thought that the combination of my magic and 
the force of a strong sword arm would carry us past both the emir's soldiers and 
the magery the emir would be able to command." "And you gave him the ruby ring?" 
asked Dominic. Kaz-alrhun's gold tooth flashed as he smiled. 'That he had 
already found for himself, captured with a cache of other precious jewels whose 
origins were long forgotten. But he did not know its value until he met
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me. I told him the true story; I could not, of course, take the ring from him by 
force." I was surprised at this sudden fastidiousness in the mage, but he did 
not give me a chance to ask about it. "He agreed to accompany me to Bahdroc as 
soon as he had finished the campaign to which he was pledged. But what man 
wishes and God ordains often differ. The next thing I heard was that Prince 
Dominic was dead."
And the prince had died without daring to send open information to his family 
about the Black Pearl. Even his wizard, Vlad, had waited until recently to begin 
again his search for it, through his friend, King Warm's chancellor. This 
reminded me that we had not seen that king for a while....
"But why," asked Dominic, "did you wait for nearly fifty years to try again for 
the Pearl? And why did you take the onyx ring in return for your flying horse 
when you knew it was not the right ring?" He still held the golden box open in 
his hands.
"When it became clear that I had lost that phase of the game," said the mage, "I 
returned to Xantium, to wait and see if Prince Dominic's mage  I never did 
trust him  or someone of the prince's family would make an attempt to find the 
Pearl. It seemed at first that time was on my side. But I am an old man now, 
even if I still am my city's greatest mage  fifty years was long enough to 
wait."
"But you still took the onyx ring from King Warm for your flying horse," Dominic 
persisted.
Kaz-alrhun smiled again. "When I saw the ruby on your hand in Xantium and 
realized that you and it were heading this way, it was, shall we say, easier to 
let you continue than to try to take it from you, especially once I found your 
father's letter on your wizard and knew for a certainty that you were making for 
the Wadi. The flying horse was no longer needed to draw you out of Yurt. Since I 
sensed that the second player had made the onyx magical, I thought I would give 
him a little
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room, see how he would play his game if he thought he
had fooled me."
That was the second time he had mentioned another "player" in what he persisted 
in calling a game. I had to ask him about it once I had some guesses of my own. 
"I hope," I now said, "that we are not going to start a quarrel over who should 
control the Pearl's
powers."
The mage rolled his pitch-black eyes at me. "Do not fear, Daimbert, that I shall 
do ill by one who has done
well by me."
"If Solomon's Pearl will make the holder always prosper," said Dominic quietly, 
"I think it has enough power for all of us to share. By finding out for certain 
what happened to my father, by fulfilling his last wish, I have already found my 
heart's desire."
"In fact," I said, "I think we'll have to share. Don't you think that's why the 
caliph finally decided it was so dangerous he had to renounce it? It's not like 
any magic they taught us at school, but I know it has one important similarity." 
I paused, then gave them the condensed form of the lesson I had learned in my 
seconds of imagining the reign of Daimbert the Wise, "If one tried to use it 
jealously or with evil purpose, it would ultimately become one's destruction."
We had all been so intent on the Pearl, both with our normal senses and, for we 
three magic workers, with our magic, that we did not hear a step or sense a 
presence we should have heard and sensed.
There was suddenly a knife at Dominic's neck and a hand on the golden box. 
"Thank you for getting this out of the cave for me," said King Warm. "This is 
mine."
"Have you been taking tips from your bandits, Warin?' asked Dominic as the 
golden box was slowly
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taken from him. He did not stir a muscle, but his face turned dark red. "I shall 
add this to my bill of complaints against you once we're home again."
If we ever got home. I did not dare try a spell. If Warin took Dominic with him 
as a hostage, he would be able to get back to the ebony flying horse, threaten 
the Ifrit with the Pearl's power until the horse could fly again, and escape, 
leaving us to face the Ifrit and the emir's soldiers.
King Warm's hand closed around the Black Pearl as he backed slowly up the Wadi, 
Dominic necessarily backing with him as the edge of the king's knife pressed 
against his neck. "Stay where you are," he said warningly, but none of us had 
dared move.
"I tried to warn you to beware of him," Evrard muttered out of the comer of his 
mouth.
A hundred feet from us Warin lifted his left fist, the Pearl in it, and held his 
arm straight toward us. His face lit up with triumphant joy. From his lips came 
words of the Hidden Language.
It was a paralysis spell, short and awkward, with half the words mispronounced. 
But with the Pearl in his fist and the correct form of the words in our minds, 
Evrard, Kaz-alrhun, and I were frozen where we stood. I would have gone stiff 
even if the spell had not worked. It was in the Hidden Language that controlled 
eastern as well as western magic, but its form was indubitably that of a school 
spell.
"You can't stop me without your wizard, Haimeric!" Warin shouted mockingly. "And 
your nephew's not going to be a lot of help against the Ifrit!" He gave Dominic 
an abrupt blow with the golden box on the back of the head, sending him 
sprawling on his face in the sand. Warin stood over him, the knife still in his 
hand. "Should I finish him now and save the Ifrit the
trouble?"
Then he laughed a long and evil laugh. "But why should I waste my time with any 
of you? You'll never live anyway to challenge me. I shall rule all the western
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kingdoms, including the pitiful kingdom of Yurt, with the powers the Black Pearl 
will give me!" He gave Dominic a sharp kick and turned abruptly to run up die 
Wadi.
That is when Ascelin dropped on him.
Warin must have caught a glimpse of the prince coming over the rim of the 
watercourse from the corner of his eye, because he tried to whirl toward him, 
but it was too late. Ascelin landed on him with the full force of a thirty-foot 
drop. Warm's knife went flying in one direction, the Black Pearl in another.
I struggled desperately against the paralysis spell as Warin recovered from his 
surprise and fought back with what looked like inhuman strength. He yanked the 
prince from his feet and, when Ascelin rolled and recovered, Warin threw himself 
on top of him. He tried to hold the prince down with one arm, as with the other 
hand he reached out, groping closer and closer to where the Black Pearl lay in 
the sand. At the last moment he thrust Ascelin away from him, snatched the Pearl 
with both hands, and leaped back up.
Dominic, a dozen yards from them, pushed his face out of the dirt. "Don't let 
him get away alive!" he shouted hoarsely. "Don't let him escape with the Pearl!" 
In the middle of that shout, Ascelin made a dive for Warm's legs. As the king 
lost his balance the prince's long hunting knife slid smoothly upwards, between 
Warm's ribs and into his heart.
I broke the paralysis spell on me and on Kaz-alrhun. "School magic," I told him 
when he seemed surprised I could work any spell faster than he could. "It's 
easier to break than your spells if you know the trick." Evrard already had 
himself free.
Joachim's and Hugo's dark heads appeared over the rim of the Wadi, joined in a 
moment by Maffi and by the Ifrit's wife. "You'll have to go around to the top 
end of the watercourse and come down that way," Ascelin called up to them, then 
sat down abruptly, his
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breathing ragged. He pulled his knife out of Warm's body and slowly and 
mechanically started cleaning it, like the good hunter he was.
Dominic pulled himself shakily to his feet and went to retrieve the Black Pearl. 
It was spattered with Warm's blood, which he wiped off carefully on his tunic.
Kaz-alrhun stood motionless for a moment, almost as though still paralyzed. Then 
he shook himself and flashed his gold tooth at me again. "God gives and God 
takes away," he said with a shrug. It was a strange reaction, I thought, 
considering that he should be delighted that the Pearl was safe. But then 
something I did not have time to analyze began to nag at me as well.
King Haimeric sat down by Warin s head and tried to listen for his breathing, 
but it was quite clear that he was dead. The body began to age before our eyes. 
In life Warin had looked middle-aged, no older than Dominic, but as we watched 
in horror his iron-gray hair whitened, his cheeks wrinkled, and the veins of his 
hands became pronounced. Within two minutes his shriveled body looked older than 
King Haimeric, indeed far older.
From further down the Wadi, where we had not gone, I suddenly heard voices. I 
whirled toward this new threat and saw three armed men coming around a boulder 
toward us, two young knights and one middle-aged lord.
They stopped abruptly, seeing us. "Don't be concerned," Evrard called to them. 
"It's the forces of Yurt at last, come to rescue us!"
I had almost forgotten about Sir Hugo and his knights.
From up the Wadi came an abrupt cry of joy so intense it was almost pain. Young 
Hugo pounded past us, barely slowing down to avoid Warm's body, and threw 
himself into his fathers arms. Sir Hugo fell flat from the force of the onrush 
and, for a moment, the two rolled together, laughing and shouting and crying all 
at once and pummeling each other.
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The older man recovered first and eased himself to a sitting position. "Careful 
there, Hugo, I'm not as young as you are! But what's this? Who have you been 
fighting to get wounded like this?"
"1 held off the emir's men while our party escaped," said Hugo proudly. I 
noticed he did not mention his fight with Ascelin.
'Then you did better than we ever did!"
Joachim came up to stand by Warin's shriveled body. "I'd better say the rites 
for him."
Tm not absolutely certain," I said, "but I think he'd sold his soul to the 
devil."
Joachim fixed me with his enormous dark eyes. "Only God can judge him. The 
church's rituals are to help us all, living and dead, saved and damned, in a 
fallen world where all of our salvations are uncertain."
The Ifrit's wife met the two knights who had accompanied Evrard and Sir Hugo and 
greeted them like very old friends.
Dominic had recovered the golden box and brushed the sand off the velvet before 
putting the Pearl carefully back into it. He sat down next to Ascelin. "You 
saved the Pearl and you probably saved my life," he said. "Yurt owes you more 
than I know how to repay. Ask whatever you will from me."
Ascelin had been sitting with his face resting on his arms. Now he looked up, a 
slight smile crinkling the tanned skin around his eyes. "I thank you, Dominic, 
but the kingdom of Yurt has already given me more than I could ever have asked. 
You yourself might not be able to give me what I desire above all, but the Pearl 
may be able to do so. My heart's desire is to see the duchess and our daughters 
again before I die."
I stood to one side, listening to the faint, not quite intelligible voice of the 
Black Pearl. For reasons I could not define, the voice sounded different.
Joachim finished the litany for the dead and went over to Ascelin. The tall 
prince glanced up, then
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nodded without speaking. He pushed himself to his feet and walked slowly away 
down the Wadi with the chaplain, listening to him with his head bowed.
While they were gone, I told Evrard the highlights of our quest to the east to 
find him. "I'm flattered, Daimbert," he said with a grin. "So finding me was 
your heart's desire?"
I shook my head and smiled. "What you seek and what you find, will ofttimes be 
of different kind. I wouldn't go so far as to say you're my heart's desire, but 
I am delighted to have found you."
But even as I spoke I realized that the sense of boundless happiness, along with 
the Pearl's voice at the back of my brain, had altered, become less intense, or 
perhaps taken on a more somber hue.
Evrard looked thoughtful for a moment and I wondered if he had been briefly 
contemplating the triumphs of the reign of Evrard the All-Merciful. The school's 
going to want the Pearl."
"I know. When I first heard the rumors it had been found, I told Zahlfast about 
it. He said an object that powerful and dangerous would have to be controlled by 
highly skilled wizards  which I presume excludes you and me. We know it has 
enormous power, but Zahlfast is right that if that power is going to be 
channeled we'll first have to find out how it works. I hope the masters of the 
school have the wisdom to realize how quickly it could become accursed if 
someone tried to appropriate all its powers to himself." Evrard met my eyes. He 
knew exactly what I meant.
"But it's Dominic's Pearl now," I added, looking toward where he sat by himself, 
fifty yards away. "Neither we nor the school can take it from him."
"I almost forgot to tell you," said Hugo from where he was sitting with his 
father. The reason we came over to the watercourse after you was that the emir's 
men had finally gone around to the far side of the valley, where the wall's not 
as steep, and come down
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into it. They were still several miles off, but I think they're headed this 
way."
With two school-trained wizards and a mage, I thought, we should be able to 
resist  or at least avoid  armed soldiers, even without yet mastering the 
Pearl. I flew up to the rim of the Wadi but couldn't see them. I tried the onyx 
ring and saw the emir's rose garden again but not his soldiers. I came back down 
feeling less complacent. A warning would help, as would any reassurance that the 
Ifrit was not about to reappear and take our magical powers away again.
"Now that Warin s dead," asked Hugo, "who's going to rule his kingdom?"
"I don't think he had any children," I said without interest, "but he's probably 
got a cousin or a nephew somewhere. If not, the aristocrats of the region will 
elect one of their number king. A wealthy kingdom like that won't lack a king 
for long, once they realize Warin won't be back" I didn't like to mink how close 
I had been to becoming the Royal Wizard of a kingdom now without a king, or what 
I might have had to do to protect my new lord.
"If I'm not your hearts desire," Evrard asked me, "what is?"
"Magic," I said slowly. "After all these years I think I've finally gotten 
passable at western magic and now I've learned a great deal of eastern magic as 
well. Maybe not even particular spells, but an orientation, a knowledge, that 
there are oilier ways than school ways to contact the universe's forces." I held 
Evrard's light blue eyes with my own. "And I know this will sound strange from 
someone who's been practicing magic his entire adult life, but I think I've also 
realized that there are important powers and abilities in this world that have 
nothing to do with magic."
Ascelin and Joachim came back at this point, interrupting our conversation, 
although neither said anything but sat down on either side of Warm's body.
The tell prince, I thought, might be the only one who
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had not found his heart's desire on this quest, as well as the only one with a 
death on his soul. I had discovered eastern magic, Hugo his father, the elder 
Sir Hugo and his party had found the rescue they had long awaited, King Haimeric 
the blue rose, Joachim die Holy Land, and Dominic his father's unfulfilled quest 
for the Black Pearl. Even Kaz-alrhun had won his game by locating the Pearl at 
last
Trying to understand the not quite clear and definitely darker voice of the 
Pearl at the edge of my mind, I thought that even my new understanding of magic 
might not be the "heart's desire" of the old stories, because there were still 
plenty of gaps and room for improvement  but then even Joachim had not found 
all his spiritual yearnings fulfilled in the Holy Land.
The Ifrit's huge green face appeared abruptly above us, blocking out the sky. 
"So I see that another one of you has died," he said conversationally. "I keep 
trying to remind you how easily and senselessly humans die, but you never seem 
to understand."
"Please help us bury him," said Evrard imperiously. I wasn't at all sure the 
Ifrit would continue to obey him or if Dominic would have to threaten him with 
the Pearl. But maybe it had become a habit. The Ifrit shrugged and nodded, then 
reached down a hairy arm and picked up King Warin. For a few minutes the Ifrit 
disappeared, then he put his head back over the head of the Wadi.
"Did you know, by the way," he said to Evrard, "that there are a whole troop of 
soldiers coming this way? They are only about a hundred yards off." This brought 
me abruptly to my feet. "Do you think they are from Yurt, or should I kill 
them?"
"No," said Joachim before Evrard could answer. "Let's not have any more 
killing."
'This is the one you found amusing, isn't it, my dear?" said the Ifrit to his 
wife. "Well, I won't kill them yet, anyway. But I'd better get all of you away 
from the soldiers. For one thing, little mage," to me, "you still haven't worked 
your magic on my wife."
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Before she could ask what he meant, the Ifrit stretched out his hand, and the 
quiet air shimmered and whirled. We were caught up in a wind that swept us, and 
a great deal of rock and sand, into the air. I caught a brief glimpse of 
startled faces beneath white turbans, then somersaulting and gasping we were 
carried across the valley and set down in the oasis where we had first met the 
Ifrit's wife.
The air around us immediately became still and hot as we tried to recover our 
equilibrium. Kaz-alrhun's flying carpet and ebony flying horse waited under the 
palm trees. Dominic still held the gold box with the Pearl inside, and the 
enameled cabinet he had found in the cave rested at an angle by his foot.
Maffi had spoken very little, but he suddenly took the Ifrit around the ankle. 
"I know what I want to be," he called up. "I want to become an Ifrit."
The Ifrit picked him up, a smile splitting his bristly face. "And what makes you 
think you could become one?"
"I wanted to apprentice myself to a mage," said Maffi, matching the Ifrit's grin 
with one of his own, "or even a western wizard, though none of them seemed to 
want me. But I realize now that to apprentice myself to you would be much more 
rewarding."
The Ifrit put him back down with a chuckle. "Ifriti are very old," he said, "and 
you are very young. Come talk to me again when you have lived longer than 
Solomon."
Maffi picked himself up and dusted himself off. "I never said you could not be 
my apprentice, boy," said Kaz-alrhun. "But you must realize it is possible to be 
too young for a mage, as well as too young for an Ifrit. The experiences of this 
trip may teach you something, however. Ask me again when we have returned to 
Xantium."
The boy's assumed dignity vanished at once and he turned to the mage with 
shining eyes. "I already know one spell," he said eagerly, "one out of western 
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magic. Let me show you  would you like some illusory color on your chest? I 
figured out on my own how to do both pink and purple at the same time. Will this 
make magery easier?"
So even Maffi, I thought, might have his heart's desire.
"What's this spell the wizard is supposed to put on me?" demanded the Ifrit's 
wife.
I had promised this and now had to carry it out. "I can slow down natural 
aging," I told her. "It won't make you any younger than you now are, but it will 
keep you youthful much longer. The Ifrit couldn't bear the idea of his beautiful 
wife becoming old."
She whirled away from me and smacked the Ifrit on the foot. "So just because I'm 
your wife, you think you can make my decisions for me?" The Ifrit frowned, 
puzzled, but she didn't give him time to answer. "I like being human! I don't 
want to live for centuries like some mage! And what makes you think I'd want to 
live longer than normal if I had to spend all the extra time with you?"
"But I thought you liked me, my dear," the Ifrit protested in a small voice  or 
what would have been a small voice in anything but such a large being.
She relented and smiled up at him, her hands on her hips. "Of course I like you. 
I'm sorry I scolded. But don't make arrangements about me without consulting 
me!"
The Ifrit nodded. "But now that I've consulted you"
She laughed. 'Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need anyone's spells but yours, my 
dear."
Pleased, the Ifrit picked her up and planted a kiss on top of her head that left 
her wiping saliva off her hair.
"All of you probably want some food," said the Ifrit, frowning and trying to 
count us. "How many of you are there, thirteen? It's hard to keep track of such 
little beings." I myself counted and, with Sir Hugo's party, our party from 
Yurt, plus Kaz-alrhun, Maffi, and the Ifrit's wife, got the same answer. "Well, 
get the fires
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started, my dear, and I'll bring you a few more of the emir's sheep."
As the desert evening came on, cooling the clear air, I licked meat juices from 
my lips and looked across a valley that now had no sign of the emir's soldiers 
in it. The Ifrit and his wife sat off to one side, apparently trading funny 
stories with each other, but the rest of us were gathered around the dying 
embers of the cooking fires.
"I guess all there is to do now is to get safely home," said Hugo. He and his 
father sat together, their shoulders touching. "It's strange because the whole 
trip was painful and dangerous and frustrating, but now that it's almost over I 
find myself wishing we could go on forever."
I pictured the original six of us as we had set out in early spring, all the 
equipment which was now in the hands of the emir's soldiers carefully packed on 
our horses, when our worst danger was the lord of the red sandstone castle and 
when I had not yet discovered school magic in the spells of an evil king. I 
agreed with Hugo; I wished our trip was not ending but would continue forever.
But the thought of Yurt and the king's garden, where he would soon be planting 
his new rose, was also abruptly sweet. The forested hills of Yurt would be 
turning yellow and red; the air would have the tang of fresh apples.
"It's going to be a long trip, even with a flying carpet," commented Ascelin.
*TDo you think you can get all of us onto your carpet?" Dominic asked 
Kaz-alrhun. "With it we'll be able to cross the desert even without our horses 
and supplies. Let's stop at that oasis, however, and see if my stallion is still 
where the boy left him! If we leave the two of you in Xantium, we can then fly 
on to the western kingdoms. I'm certain our wizard will be able to work the 
carpets spells."
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"If the carpet can get us over the mountains," continued Ascelin, "we can go 
straight from Xantium to the great City and drop off Sir Hugo's party there and 
then the rest of us can continue on to Yurt. We'll send the carpet back to you 
once we're home."
The chaplain nodded slowly. "Yes, it will make more sense for me to come to Yurt 
with all of you at first. From there I'll go on to the cathedral city of 
Caelrhon after a few days."
I turned my head to stare at him. Joachim was wrapped up in his desert robes and 
his dark eyes were shadowed, but he must have caught my expression. "Didn't I 
tell you, Daimbert, before we left Yurt this spring? The bishop agreed that I 
should indeed make the pilgrimage to the Holy Land with the king. But as soon as 
we're back, I shall have to resign as Royal Chaplain and go to join the priests 
of the cathedral chapter."
Then the home we were returning to would not be the home we had left. The Yurt I 
had always known was a kingdom with Joachim as Royal Chaplain. I reminded myself 
that I, too, was different, both in my knowledge and in my magic. It didn't 
help.
"So will you allow us to borrow your carpet," Dominic said to Kaz-alrhun, "to 
get ourselves and King Solomon's Pearl back to Yurt?"
Kaz-alrhun rolled his black eyes at him. "Are you certain it is as easy as 
that?"
"Why, are you worried about how we'll share the Pearl's powers if you stay in 
Xantium and we take it to Yurt?" Dominic frowned and looked toward the king. 
"I'm sure if you wanted to come to Yurt with us, then..."
Kaz-alrhun shook his head and looked briefly amused. "I mean that it will not be 
as easy to take the Pearl home with you as you seem to think. It is the way of 
God to raise up nothing of this world, except He cast it down again. For a while 
yet, the Pearl may continue to bring you your heart's desire. But if you take it 
to Yurt now, spattered with the blood of a man killed for it, it will soon
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cease to make you prosper, and instead will put you under a curse that will 
blight your entire kingdom."
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We met each other's eyes in dismay. "Then take it to Xantium," said Dominic.
Kaz-alrhun shook his head, still looking amused. "I want Xantium to continue to 
prosper and I am already the greatest mage the city has ever known, even without 
the Pearl. It would have been an even greater triumph to be able to learn how to 
control its magic, but I did find it. I deliberately did not tell you to search 
the Wadi, did not touch the ruby with its opening spells, and stood back when 
you took the Pearl out of the cave. I knew its potential perils, and its curse 
should not touch me. I will not take it."
"But what was I supposed to do?" Ascelin burst out. "Should I have stood by 
while King Warin tried to kill Dominic?"
"And should I have just told Ascelin to let Warin go, so that he would be 
accursed instead?" demanded Dominic.
"There was, after all, an excellent reason," Kaz-alrhun replied, "why the caliph 
renounced the Pearl and all its powers a thousand years ago."
Dominic took a deep breath and placed the Black Pearl on the sand in front of 
him. The smooth dark surface winked in the firelight. 'Then I shall renounce it 
also," he said after only the shortest pause. "Let it remain here with the Ifrit 
or back within the Wadi where we found it."
We were all silent for a moment, then Joachim said quietly, "In this fallen 
world, no man, even the wisest, could consistently do good if he could wield 
this much power. To lock it away may have been the wisest decision Solomon ever 
made."
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Dominic shrugged, as though trying to reestablish normalcy. "If there isn't 
enough room on your carpet for all of us when we leave here, Mage, maybe we 
could put the overflow on your flying horse. Or is it your horse anymore?" he 
added with a forced chuckle. "Someone certainly has bought it from you by now, 
maybe the chaplain s sister-in-law."
We waited for Kaz-alrhun to answer, then I realized he was slowly shaking its 
head. "It is much too late to renounce the Black Pearl that easily. It was taken 
from its hiding place by a prince of Yurt. After Warin stole it a duke of Yurt 
killed him to recover it. Its curse will affect Yurt whether it is with you or 
back in the Wadi."
For a moment we sat in silence, trying to imagine a curse on Yurt: the green 
hills becoming parched, fires ravaging the fields, blizzards killing the 
livestock, the bandits who almost never bothered us appearing on the highways, 
fatal disease spreading and infecting the children, both the children of 
villagers and the children of kings and princes.
"There has to be a way," said Dominic abruptly. "This is a flawless pearl, 
beyond all price. It was a gift to King Solomon from the Queen of Sheba, a gift 
to be treasured. If, as the mage says, blood and evil desires can pervert its 
magic, then there has to be a way to purify it again."
I stared at the Pearl until its winking in the firelight set up a pattern within 
my brain, a pattern that suddenly made sense of that voice I had not quite been 
able to hear.
'There is a way," I heard myself saying. "One of us will have to die."
Kaz-alrhun's eyes met mine. "You surprise me, Daimbert. I did not think a 
western wizard would understand that."
"The Pearl itself told me."
This startled him again.
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'The Pearl must again be hidden," I said as though someone eke were speaking. 
"Inside its golden box, inside the locked cabinet, sunk in a derelict ship in 
the deepest rift of the Outer Sea. The Ifrit can take it there and with it shall 
go someone of Yurt. Then the curse will be lifted. Yurt will not prosper so 
thoroughly as it would have, by the Pearl's grace, if no one had been killed, 
but the free giving of a life will break the curse brought about by violent 
death. And if the Pearl is found again, in five years or five thousand, the 
finder may, if he keeps free of evil, find his heart's desire."
My voice rose and I spoke now for myself, not the Pearl. 'The Ifrit says that 
all humans die senselessly and even you, Kaz-alrhun, sometimes speak as though 
you feel we have no ultimate control over our fate, that life has no more 
meaning than a game. But living and dying can have a purpose. King Warin, his 
soul given to evil, sought the Pearl even before we knew that was what we 
sought. He and his bandits almost killed several of us to bring the Pearl's 
powers into his own hands. He's dead now, gone to the supernatural realm where 
his soul will be surely judged. But even in the natural world, good can be 
brought out of evil and our hearts desire need not turn to a curse. A life that 
Warin couldn't take by force will be freely given and thus repair the evil he 
left behind."
I added, before I could realize what I was saying, "I myself shall accompany the 
Pearl to the deepest rift of the sea."
There were immediate protests and questions in eleven other voices. I put my 
hand over my eyes and wondered if I meant it and was afraid that I did.
Ascelin stood up, somewhat stiffly, and faced everyone else down. "I killed 
Warin and brought the curse on all of you." He met the chaplain's eyes and gave 
a humorless smile. 'The wizard is right that that evil must be repaired and I 
shall give myself to do so. Let's get that Ifrit over here and do it now. When 
you're home again, tell Diana I always loved her."
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This brought immediately renewed protests. The Ifrit heard our raised voices and 
came over. Dominic was trying to outshout Ascelin, telling him, "You only killed 
him because I told you to!" I kept silent, still thinking it ought to be me and 
unable to say so a second time.
"So you're competing for which one of you will die?" the Ifrit asked me. 'This 
is even more amusing than having those two little warriors fight each other."
The Ifrit's wife came over, too, graceful and bare-breasted. The Ifrit perched 
her on his knee while continuing to follow die discussion as though watching a 
play.
"Ifrit," I said suddenly, "this is really a private conversation. I don't think 
you should be listening. I know you find it amusing," I went on quickly before 
he could object, "so I'll offer you a deal. Very shortly, one of us is going to 
accompany the Black Pearl to the deepest rift in the Outer Sea." I took a deep 
breath, thinking it was still most likely to be me, and pushed ahead. "If you'll 
agree to take him there, then you can listen while we decide which one of us it 
will be."
The Ifrit nodded but then frowned. 'The last deal you made with me, you never 
upheld your end. I know my wife didn't want your spells, but..." His grumbling 
trailed off in his interest in the scene before him.
King Haimeric had risen to his feet, the only person who could have made 
everyone else fall silent. "I know you're not my liege man, Ascelin," he said, 
"so I cannot order you against your will. But do not offer yourself to save 
Yurt. I thank you deeply, I know what you're offering and I cannot let you do 
it. The penance for killing Warin to save another's life cannot be the loss of 
your own life."
Ascelin, who towered over him, tried fairly convincingly to shake his head, but 
the king was not finished. "Of all of us, you're the only one who has not found 
his heart's desire on this trip because, for you, the goal was the quest itself, 
to travel, find adventure and come safely home again. And besides," with a 
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wouldn't want to have to explain to the duchess that I'd let you die. No, 
Ascelin, if Yurt is to be freed from a curse, it must be freed by the king of 
Yurt."
Dominic jumped up again. "Or the royal prince!"
King Haimeric reached up to put his hand on his nephew's shoulder. "I'm an old 
man anyway. Even if we manage to find a way to escape from this valley and make 
our way thousands of miles home again, I will not live very much longer." Yurt 
seemed to be changing every moment before my eyes, even if we did somehow reach 
it again. "Why do I need to live any more? I've gotten everything I ever wanted. 
I didn't tell the queen when we left, but I never expected to see Yurt again."
Dominic tried to interrupt, but the king waved him to silence. "Would not 
sacrificing myself for my kingdom make a fitting end for a delightful life?" 
finished King Haimeric, smiling at his stunned audience.
"Sire," said Dominic again, "listen to me." We all listened. Ascelin took a step 
back, looking both miserable and relieved. "I agree, sire," said Dominic, very 
seriously, "that Yurt must be saved by a member of die royal family. And I know 
you're growing old. But you have a wife who loves you and a little son who 
should be guided by you. I have nothing.
"No, let me speak!" as the king started to interrupt "I've spent my entire life 
preparing and waiting for a future that never came. You may now have everything 
you've ever wanted, but I've never had anything of my own. I have no wife, no 
child, and no crown. I had to find what my father wanted us to find, but I've 
done that now. And I've done it wrong: in rinding the Pearl, I put a curse on 
the kindom I love. This is my last chance to do something truly significant. If 
you won't let me die to take the curse from Yurt, to give it whatever prosperity 
the Pearl may still grant, then my life will finally end with no meaning at 
all."
There was a few seconds' silence, broken by the sound of the chaplain clearing 
his throat.
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"And don't try to tell me how sinful suicide is, Father!" Dominic cried. 'This 
isn't suicide because I'm not throwing away God's gift of life from despair. 
Doesn't it say in the Bible, 'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay 
down his life for his friends' ? I would have cheerfully died for Yurt in battle 
and this is no different. Now is my only chance to get the rest of you home 
alive, to a kingdom that will always prosper."
He looked from side to side in the twilight, appearing absolutely determined, 
and I knew we could not resist him in this.
But it didn't keep us from trying. All of us, from the king to Maffi, 
immediately began talking and shouting at once. Dominic ignored everyone except 
for Joachim, but he didn't seem to agree with him, either.
The Ifrit spoke beside me. 'This is getting boring again," he said, absently 
stroking his wife's hair. "But I have an idea how to liven it up." He stretched 
out a hand. "I can get those soldiers back again."
The air shimmered all the way to the sky. A quarter mile away, uneasy but 
grim-faced, were the emir's soldiers, their curved swords in their hands. In the 
dim and dusky landscape, the steel of their weapons and their white turbans 
seemed almost to glow.
"Evrard!" I said to him urgently and directly, mind to mind. "We need a magic 
shield!" But Evrard didn't seem to know the spells I needed, and the shield I 
desperately tried to create just wasn't working.
Dominic did not give me any further chance to put one together. "Ifrit!" he 
shouted, slamming the Pearl into its gold box and throwing it inside the 
cabinet, "lift me up! The Black Pearl can make do without an amphora this time. 
It and I are headed for the Outer Sea!" The cabinet's lock clicked shut.
But when he hoisted it to his shoulder and sprinted toward the Ifrit, Ascelin 
tackled him around the legs. They rolled together for a moment, grunting and 
trying to pin the other, while the Ifrit watched in interest.
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Normally Ascelin, a foot taller than Dominic and muscled from a long journey on 
foot, would have been able to outwrestle him easily. But he had in close 
succession fought Hugo, carried King Haimeric down the vertical side of the 
valley, and killed King Warin.
Dominic jerked away just before Ascelin pinned him to the ground and got an arm 
around the tall prince's neck long enough to squeeze the breath out of him. Then 
he jumped up and scrambled onto the hand the Ifrit held out for him.
"I am ready to obey, Master," said the Ifrit in his deep bellow.
That stopped all of us. "Am I your master?" asked Dominic, held at the Ifrit's 
face level, trying to maintain his balance with one arm and clutching the 
cabinet with the other.
"You control the Black Pearl and the Pearl controls all Ifriti. If you command 
me, I must obey you."
'Then stop those soldiers!"
The Ifrit bared his yellow teeth m a grin. He reached out his other hand, the 
one not holding Dominic, and fire shot from his fingers. The emir's soldiers, a 
hundred yards away, were suddenly blocked by a wall of flames that stretched the 
entire width of the valley.
"Is that what you wanted, Master?" asked the Ifrit.
"Exactly what I wanted," said Dominic. This was, I thought appreciatively, much 
better than Prince Vlad's wall of fire. The soldiers scattered backwards in 
panic.
"And get all my friends' horses and supplies again!" commanded Dominic.
The Ifrit sprang upwards into the air and disappeared, Dominic still in his 
fist. The soldiers, seeing them go, shouted and tried to shoot at them, but the 
arrows fell harmlessly.
"Is he gone?" said King Haimeric into the abrupt silence.
"He is not gone yet," said Kaz-alrhun gravely.
First to appear again was a tumbling whirlwind of
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sand, which settled down to reveal our confused horses, their packs still on 
their backs. And five minutes later the Ifrit was back with Dominic and, this 
time, Whirlwind.
The chestnut stallion landed unceremoniously on his side. But he scrambled to 
his feet at once and reared and kicked wildly until Dominic, still sitting in 
the Ifrit's hand, reached down to grab a handful of mane and slap his neck. 
"Easy, boy, easy," he said as though the horse could understand. 'They'll take 
you home." The stallion stopped kicking and seemed to be listening. "Let someone 
else ride you besides me, all right?"
"Don't forget that horse and I saved your life!" piped up Maffi.
Dominic frowned. "If I asked, Ifrit, could you turn this boy into a worm?"
"Or anything you liked, Master!"
Maffi sprang behind Kaz-alrhun s legs, but Dominic showed no sign of requesting 
an immediate transformation. His face was sober and he seemed all at once to 
have lost the momentum that carried him out of Ascelin's grip.
"I realize something, little warrior," the Ifrit said to him. "You and this 
western mage say you want to go to the Outer Sea, but while we're gone all these 
people from Yurt are going to try to escape. I promised the first mage who freed 
me that I wouldn't let them."
"Then don't go!" cried the king.
"Wizard?" said Dominic to me.
I glanced toward the wall of fire, wondering how long it would hold the emir's 
soldiers before someone volunteered to charge through it. I didn't want to 
answer Dominic because I felt that in doing so I was sending him to his death. 
But it was, I reminded myself grimly, his decision.
"Listen, Ifrit!" I said. 'The power of King Solomon's Pearl surpasses all other 
authority over an Ifrit  including wishes the Ifrit himself may have granted.
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Additionally, the mage to whom you promised to guard the Wadi betrayed you, by 
arranging for you to be imprisoned in your bottle again. His wishes have lost 
all validity." I left out the emir, not wanting to confuse the issue further  
besides, his wishes still had validity. "Remember, you promised to keep the 
people from Yurt safe  their safety may, in fact, lie in escape!"
The Ifrit's dark green brow furrowed as he tried to work it out, but he nodded 
slowly, seeming to agree.
I expected Dominic to give the order for final departure at once, but he too 
frowned again, looking down at us from twenty feet in the air. "You seem to know 
all about this Pearl, Mage," he called to Kaz-alrhun. "What's the limit on what 
I can make the Ifrit do?"
'There is very little limit," said Kaz-alrhun, "on the powers of a man who 
commands the Black Pearl and has an Ifrit to obey him. Even without a working 
knowledge of magic, you could do much. But  " He paused for a long moment. "But 
you could do nothing to counter the Pearl's curse when it began to work."
Dominic bit his lip. "And the first workings of the curse would be that I would 
be tempted to make myself King Dominic of Yurt, of all the western kingdoms, of 
the world, and would still think I was acting for good." He wrapped an arm 
firmly around the Ifrit's thumb. "Good-bye, sire! To the Outer Sea, Ifrit! We're 
going now\
"Don't worry!" Dominic added in a joyous shout as the Ifrit sprang up into the 
air. "You'll be safe from the soldiers because the curse is being ended before 
it has a chance to work!" He waved and the red of his ruby ring flashed in the 
evening light. "I have found the purpose of my life at the end of it!"
When the Ifrit rose from the valley floor, the wall of flames disappeared and 
the emir's soldiers almost immediately regrouped.
"Do not concern yourself with that!" said Kaz-alrhun as I desperately started 
over again creating some sort
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of magical shield. "Everyone, onto the carpet!" He had increased its size.
King Haimeric didn't want to go. "He was still so young," he said, the tears 
streaming unchecked down his cheeks as he stared into the empty sky. "My own 
life is nearly at an end, but there was so much Dominic could still have done! 
Now we won't even be able to visit his grave."
"He fulfilled both his life and his quest," I said, helping the king onto the 
carpet. I had to pick up and give him his carefully wrapped rootstock or he 
would have left it behind.
"I never had a chance!" cried Hugo in genuine distress, sounding more like a boy 
than a blooded warrior. "I never asked him to forgive me for putting ribbons in 
his stallion's mane!"
"Come!" called Kaz-alrhun impatiently. 'In pouring forth tears, there is little 
profit"
The Ifrit's wife wouldn't go. "I'll be fine," she said. 'The soldiers won't find 
my oasis." She thumbed the rings on her necklace and smiled at Sir Hugo's party 
and, somewhat less jauntily, at Joachim, as she stepped back under the palms.
We lifted into the evening sky on the carpet, piled as closely together in the 
center as we could, only twenty yards ahead of the turbaned soldiers. A few 
arrows hit the bottom of the carpet but bounced away harmlessly. I leaned 
cautiously over the edge and watched the Ifrit's oasis wink away into safety, to 
another level of reality or to non-existence.
Fountains sparkled in the glow of the magic lamps in the courtyard of 
Kaz-alrhun's house in Xantium. The evening air was still warm and, even here in 
the middle of the city, little stray breezes found us, scented with the tang of 
the sea and with desert sage. Automata, simple self-propelled serving carts on 
wheels, rattled over the flagstones to bring us a variety of hot and cold 
dishes.
"So you do not grow eggplants in Yurt?" the mage asked King Haimeric. Take some 
from Xantium for your queen. The market will also have every kind of cotton 
fabric you might desire. And certainly buy coffee beans as well, but remember 
you will first have to grind them to a sandy consistency to brew the beverage." 
When the king did not seem as pleased at this suggestion as Kaz-alrhun 
apparently expected him to be, he added, "You can buy all the presents for your 
queen in the government-regulated market if you prefer, rather than the Thieves' 
Market."
The king tried to smile. "She'll be happy with anything I bring her, but none of 
it will make up for coming home without Dominic."
The mage laughed, startling one of his automata, though it was able to recover 
without dumping its load of spiced lamb. "Is that it?" he asked, looking around 
the table at the rest of us. "Is this the reason you have all had long faces 
since we left the Wadi?" None of us answered. "I would expect at least you, 
Daimbert, to know better."
"We shouldn't have let him do it," said Ascelin.
T would not say you 'let' him do it," replied the
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mage with a chuckle. "If so, what do you do when you do not wish someone to go? 
I saw you try to hold him back. Or do you regret not wrestling the Ifrit as 
well? Your Prince Dominic played his game brilliantly at the end. He lifted the 
Pearl's curse and sent the rest of you home safely on my flying carpet."
"We have just enough money left to book sea passage from here back to the 
western kingdoms," said the king. "Whirlwind should be able to carry Ascelin for 
the rest of our trip, so we'll make good time."
"Nonsense," replied the mage. "I already told you I would let your wizard borrow 
my carpet. It is late in the season for as long a journey as you still have 
before you, especially for an old man. And you know you shall need to plant your 
rootstock very soon if you wish to grow a blue rose yourself."
When King Haimeric did not look cheered by this thought either, the mage leaned 
back and spread out his hands on the table. "I spent much of my career searching 
for King Solomon's Pearl, first trying to find the secret of its location and 
then attempting to maneuver others into uncovering it in a way that would not 
bring its potential curse down on me. I found it at last, but I lost it almost 
in the moment of finding, and never even held it in my hands. life is a game and 
you play as well as you can as long as you can, yet you must be prepared not to 
win every time. Dominic fared much better on his quest than I on mine and yet 
you do not see me bewailing my fate."
None of us tried to answer. I was seated next to Joachim, who paid no attention 
to the rest of us or even to his dinner, as though his mind was already on his 
duties in the cathedral.
When the automata began clearing the plates from the lamb course, Kaz-alrhun 
rose to his feet. "Come with me, Daimbert. I want to show you something."
I followed him up narrow, dark stairs to a balcony at the very top of the house. 
The last light was fading from
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the sky above us. We looked out across the city where fairy lights gleamed and 
out across Xantium harbor. Voices and snatches of song rose faintly toward us.
The mage leaned on the railing for a moment, then shifted his massive bulk to 
look at me in the dim light. "This is what I wanted to show you," he said, 
"Xantium, my city, where there are many religions and many conflicting forms of 
political organization, but only one supreme mage, myself. Are you not the 
supreme wizard in your own kingdom of Yurt?"
"I'm the only one," I said. I wasn't sure what point the mage was trying to 
make, but if he was saying that it was good to have one's own home even without 
the Pearl, well, the Pearl had never been my goal anyway.
"I want to ask you something," I said. "During the long flight here I was trying 
to make sense of what happened. Was it indeed you who started the rumors that 
King Solomon's Pearl had been found again?"
'That indeed was I," he said, "as you know well. When I decided to try again for 
the Pearl, I hoped that widespread  though false  stories of its discovery 
would bring you to the East if you ever planned to seek it yourselves. But I 
could not be sure what, if anything, the elder Prince Dominic had told you in 
Yurt of his quest. It had after all been fifty years since his death. It was 
even possible, I thought, that you knew neither the ruby ring's powers nor of 
the very existence of the Black Pearl. So while broadcasting the general rumors 
of the Pearl, I also arranged for a separate rumor, one that might bring the 
ruby ring to me even if those of Yurt knew not its powers.
"I made sure that two separate stories followed the trade routes to your western 
kingdoms, separate because I did not wish that anyone should realize I was the 
author of both. The second was sent very secretly, that my ebony horse was on 
sale in exchange for a magical ring from Yurt. This news I sent only to a few, 
those whom I already knew were sometimes unscrupulous."
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That, I thought, certainly described Arnulf and Warm. "One of them, I hoped, 
would bring the ruby ring to me in Xantium without necessarily knowing its true 
value."
He cocked his head at me. "When you first approached my stall in the Thieves' 
Market, flaunting the ruby ring on your prince's finger but attempting an 
elaborate charade of buying my horse with some other ring from Yurt, I realized 
you knew full well that I was the author of both rumors, and that in mocking me 
you sought to establish yourself as a worthy opponent,"
If he had thought me a worthy opponent, I didn't plan to tell him how little I 
had understood when we first reached Xantium.
"I would also ask you something, Daimbert," he continued. "Ever since I renewed 
my search for the Black Pearl, I have sensed another player in the game, but I 
have never been able to see him. He is a wizard or mage, of a certainty, but he 
has kept himself well back from events, as though knowing the danger of the 
Pearl's curse, and as though playing a long-term game where he felt no urgency 
to win at once. At first I thought it had to be you."
"Not me," I said, startled. "I knew nothing of the Pearl until this year."
"I realized it was not you when I met you, unless you had erected a highly 
skillful facade." I was afraid this wasn't a compliment.
"He and I seemed to be working in parallel," the mage continued. "He traced the 
ruby ring from the caliph's court as I had fifty years ago and he found the 
trail less thoroughly cold than it had been for me because of my own earlier 
search. like me, he initially reached a dead end at the elder Prince Dominic's 
tomb. And like me, when he finally learned the ring was in Yurt, he knew better, 
because of the threat of the curse, than to use violence to obtain it"
"Or he recalled," I said in a low voice, "the oaths all
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western wizards take on magic itself, to help and not injure mankind. It was 
Dominic's ring. Another western wizard couldn't have taken it from him by force 
any more than I could." It was now full night and the mage was only a silhouette 
against the slightly lighter sky.
"Do you know then who this wizard might be?"
I shook my head, reluctant to voice my suspicions, although I didn't think he 
could see the gesture.
"Have you turned your thoughts, for example, to who might have freed the Ifrit 
from his bottle in the first place?"
I was silent for several moments before answering. Down in the harbor a ship was 
coming in, lamps hung from its mast and along the rails.
"I have thought," I said at last, "that the 'mage' who the Ifrit said originally 
freed him must have been Elerius, a western wizard, the best wizard the school 
has ever produced. The chief reason I think so is that King Warin was his 
employer, and Warin seemed remarkably well informed about the East. I also think 
it must have been Elerius who appeared, in disguise, to Sir Hugo's party in the 
Holy City, urging them to go the Wadi. The only two people from whom I have 
heard the highly unlikely story of Noah's Ark being found are Evrard, who said a 
'traveler told it to them at the same time as he sold them the Ifrit's bottle, 
and Elerius, who said he thought they must have heard such a story."
"Why would this wizard have freed an Ifrit?' When the mage shifted, the balcony 
made somewhat alarming creaking sounds, but it held firm under our weight.
"I think he freed the Ifrit originally in the hope of using him to break through 
the Pearl's magical defenses, and when he discovered that wouldn't work, he 
reserved the two wishes he had earned until he might need them for something 
else."
"An excellent strategy," said Kaz-alrhun approvingly. "Do not waste anything; if 
a move does not profit when you take it, reserve it until it may."
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"Last year," I said, "he used his first wish to order the Ifrit to guard the 
Wadi against anyone from Yurt. But he may have outmaneuvered himself in giving 
Evrard the Ifrit's bottle." Some of this I was still working out as I spoke. "It 
was an excellent ploy. He had the Ifnt waiting to capture people from Yurt, then 
sent Sir Hugo's party to the emir with a bottle that would most certainly gain 
them admittance to his presence, as well as a request to guide them to the Wadi 
that would result in their being imprisoned  where they would serve as bait for 
those of us from Yurt. By the way, I expect he told them specifically to eat the 
emir's salt before asking about the Wadi because he intended to keep them 
alive." Unlike you, I thought, who didn't care. "But because Evrard met the 
Ifrit before they reached Bahdroc and was able to trick him temporarily back 
into his bottle, Elerius s link with the Ifrit was broken."
"In any game," said Kaz-alrhun, "one should prepare for aU contingencies, even 
the most unexpected. Do you think, then, that Elerius is also the wizard who 
made the onyx ring? He must have persuaded Arnulf and King Warin it would do to 
buy my horse  though he knew well it would not  with the intention of making 
me reveal my hand, just as I played along with King Warin in the hope of making 
your Elerius reveal his hand."
"He guessed your plans just as you sensed his," I said in agreement, "and wanted 
to precipitate them. I've wondered for a long time what payment Arnulf could 
have offered him in return for making a substitute 'magic ring from Yurt,' and I 
realize now that it was to be informed when we reached Arnulfs house. Arnulf 
said something about the school checking up on us, which I should have realized 
was highly unlikely  it could only have been Elerius. And then, at Elerius's 
urging, Arnulf directed us along the road to the mountain passes that went 
through Warm's kingdom. In case Arnulf couldn't persuade us to bring the onyx 
ring to you in Xantium,
Elerius wanted to be sure Warin had it instead."
"A fine strategist, your Elerius. He knows the most subtle and effective form of 
maneuver is to allow others to think they are acting in their own 
self-interest."
"He is not 'my Elerius," I replied, mostly under my breath. I thought, but did 
not like to say, that he seemed willing to use even the self-interest of a man 
who had given himself to the powers of darknessto the point of teaching him a 
little school magic. He had, also, almost certainly been in contact with Warin's 
chancellor's friend, Prince Vlad, who was now doubtless absorbed in rebuilding 
his body with the magic of blood and bone. 'The most discouraging aspect of it 
is, Elerius surely thought of himself as acting from the purest of motives."
"And he is the best of your school-trained wizards," said Kaz-alrhun in 
satisfaction. "A worthy opponent, then. When both he and I directed you toward 
the Wadi, both of us even using your friends as bait, you never had a choice. 
Was he trying to obtain the Black Pearl for himself or so that your school could 
use its powers?"
"I don't know," I said slowly. "But I suspect he never hinted to the school 
about any of his plans, intending to keep them entirely secret unless he 
succeeded."
"If a western wizard could resist boasting even about mastering an Ifrit," said 
Kaz-alrhun, "then he must indeed keep his own counsel."
"If he wanted the Pearl for the school, he would have had to betray his 
employer, who certainly wanted it for himself." But Elerius had left Warin's 
kingdom. Had he intended to get the Black Pearl for his own use, telling Warin 
just enough about it to send the king on the hunt for it, shielding himself from 
the Pearl's curse but knowing he could always obtain it from Warin later  or 
obtain it after the king died of whatever curse he was bound to bring down on 
himself?
"Once your school learns what has happened," commented Kaz-alrhun, "they may not 
be pleased with 
you, Daimbert, for sinking the Pearl beyond recovery in the Outer Sea."
I had thought about that at some length. Evrard and I would have to make sure 
our stories matched as we tried to explain delicately to Zahlfast what had 
happened to the most powerful manmade object out of the old magic.
'Til have to tell the school about the Pearl," I said, "but I don't intend 
bringing any accusations against Elerius. I have no proof of any of this, only 
guesses, and if he denied it they'd certainly believe the best graduate they 
ever had rather than me."
"I would say he has maneuvered you as well," said the mage thoughtfully. "Even 
if you did wish to accuse him, what accusations could you bring? It comes to 
mind, Daimbert, that he may at some point seek to use your abilities  or even 
seek your friendship. You will need to sharpen your own strategies for when you 
and he meet again in the future."
"And had you prepared all your strategies," I asked, "for the Pearl being cursed 
almost as soon as we found it and for it now lying at the bottom of the Outer Sea?"
A low chuckle came out of the darkness. "You have outmaneuvered both the East's 
greatest mage and your own western school's best graduate. Find satisfaction in 
this! It seems to me, Daimbert, that you have played the game better than any of us."
THE END