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Brittain, C. Dale - Mage Quest
Copyright © 1993 by C. Dale Brittain
PART ONE
Quest
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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.
Ill
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
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