Part 2 (1/2)

Listlessly he wiped his Breath fog from the diamond panes with his sleeve. He probably should have been with the other wizards but he couldn't concentrate. Instead Danny was handling things. Nothing had happened for hours.

aExcuse me, My Lord.a Bronwyn, the castles chief healer, was standing behind him. Her square face and brown eyes were grave, but then Bronwyn always looked serious.

aHow is she? I mean, how is the dragon?a aI think 'she' is most appropriate for now,a the chief healer said. Then she paused to pick her words. aLord, such things are not unknown. Wizards have inhabited others' bodies by similar methods before. The adepts of the Dark League more commonly, but even the Mighty of the Norm have resorted to the tactic on occasion. As a result we know a good deal about the condition and its effects.a Wiz brushed all that aside. aBut is she going to be all right?- aHer spirit and her intelligence, her ka, if you will, are safe for now,a Bronwyn said.

aFor now?a The healer fixed him with her steady brown eyes. aA human in a dragon's body is not a natural combination. Still less when the dragon is not yet full-grown and intelligent. Such mixtures are not stable.a aMeaning what?a aIf it is allowed to go on long enough, deterioration sets in. The personalities become mixed, degenerate and the level of intelligence descends to match the body. Once that happens there is no restoring the human personality even if it is returned to its body.a Wiz's breath caught in his throat. aHow long have we got?a Bronwyn shrugged. aWeeks, perhaps a pair of moons. Moira's personality is strong, so that works in our favor. But the dragon is an alien animal and not intelligent in his own right. That works against us.a Wiz turned from her and slammed his fist into the stone wall. He left a dark smear of blood where his knuckles. .h.i.t but he didn't notice.

aWe are doing everything we can, Lord.a aI know you are. Thanks Bronwyn. Uh, how's Jerry?a aI think he will be well. We think the things attempted to do the same thing to him but you foiled them by your attack. For now he sleeps the enchanted sleep. He will awake in his own time, but we do not know now long it will be. Several days at leasta aWell, thanks.a He turned back to the window.

aMy Lord, there is something else you should know.a Wiz turned and looked at her.

aTelling you this violates a confidence, but you are party to the situation and I do not think Moira will tell you herself.a The healer hesitated. Clearly violating a confidence did not come easy to her. aShe wasa”isa”pregnant.a aWhat?a Bronwyn regarded him soberly. aShe is with child, perhaps two moons along.a aBut I didn't know! I mean, why didn't she tell me?a aShe wanted to be sure. Then she intended to tell you, after the fair. She did not want you to worry during the festivities. Nowaa”Bronwyn shruggeda”aI do not believe she is thinking clearly.a Wiz sank back against the stone wall. aOh my G.o.d. Oh my G.o.d.a The healer watched him closely but did not move toward him. aI know it is a shock to find out like this. Still, it is best that you know.a aWe'd been tryingaa was all he could get out.

With a healer's instinct Bronwyn ignored his tears. aAs you well know it is uncommon for a witch to become pregnant. The practice of magic drains the vital energies and makes it hard for a magician to either father or conceive a child. Still, with patience, persistence and a little luckaa The healer shrugged.

Wiz nodded dumbly. Moira had consulted Bronwyn several times in her efforts to conceive. He remembered the earlier byplay between Shauna and Moira. Now he understood.

aWhata what should we do?a Bronwyn shook her head. aLord, this is beyond my experience. All we can do is to do the best we can to reunite Moira with her body.a She paused. aI have no reason to believe that the separation will harm the child.a Wiz sat heavily on a bench beside the window. aThanks, Bronwyn.a aIf there is aught else I can do? Something to help you sleep perhaps?a aNo, I'll be all right. There's things I need to do.a The healer nodded and withdrew, leaving Wiz to his thoughts.

Night and fog closed around the Wizards' Keep, black, damp and almost palpable.

The lamps burned in Bal-Simba's workroom where the leader of the Council of the North sat and thought.

There was a single knock at the door. Bal-Simba gestured and Arianne entered.

aAny sign?a the giant black wizard asked.

The Watchers can find nothing. Not even sign of anything unusual.a aTo be expected, I fear.a aLord, you know that Moira was pregnant?a Bal-Simba nodded. aBronwyn told me.a He sank his chin into a meaty palm. aI wonder if that was what attracted this creature to her?a Arianne's eyes went wide at the thought. Then she bit her lip. That implies somewhat unpleasant things about our enemy,a she said neutrally.

aVery unpleasant indeed.a He sighed. aBeyond the fact that it was Moira, this business has aspects I do not like at all.a aOur enemy seems powerful.a aPowerful, strange and malign,a Bal-Simba agreed. aSince the Sparrow has been among us we have seen the magic of elves and even things not entirely of this world. But never magic of the sort I saw today.a Arianne, who had stayed at the Wizards' Keep to organize the defenses c.o.c.ked a questioning eyebrow.

aHave you ever dealt with a viper?a Bal-Simba asked. aSomething small and mindless yet full of menace and the single desire to harm? That was what those things were like.a aYet even a viper has reason,a Arianne said. They act so to defend themselves or because they are frightened.a Bal-Simba gave her a tired smile. aAnd in understanding the viper we become able to deal with it. We may hope that these things act with reason as well and that by understanding their reason we can learn to deal with them.a He didn't say it with a lot of conviction.

Both of them were silent for a moment. aWell,a Bal-Simba sighed at last. aIf then the Watchers cannot find anything, best to resort to other methods. Have my scrying bowl brought to me. If it will not show us Moiraa” and I doubt very much that it willa”we can at least learn where this new magic lairs.a aOh, and Ladyaa Arianne turned, hand on the door handle.

aWe need not mention our speculations to the Sparrow. Certainly not yet.a aOf course, My Lord.a Someone edged into the room. Looking up, Wiz saw it was Malus.

aExcuse me, My Lord,a the pudgy wizard said. aI just heard what happened. I wanted to offer condolencesa” and whatever aid I might give.a aThanks, Malus. I appreciate it.a aI was going to ask you about my spell.a He drew the roll of parchment from his sleeve and looked at it ruefully. aIt seems so trivial now.a Wiz held out his hand. aGive it to me.a aNow, My Lord?a aI've got to keep busy,a Wiz said grimly.

aOh, of course, My Lord. And if there's anything I can do, anything at all.a Wiz clapped the fat little man on the shoulder. aThank you, Malus. You're a good friend.a After Malus left, Wiz spread out the parchment strips and arranged them on a bench beside the window. Like all spells it was written on parallel strips so the spell would not be activated by the act of writing it Wiz stared at them for nearly five minutes before he realized he had the strips out of order. With a sigh he picked them up and stuffed them in his belt pouch. Then he wandered down the hall toward the programmers' workroom.

He found Danny hard at it. There were at least six listings in different colors above his workbench and two emacs below them giving more magical commands. As Wiz entered, his young colleague whispered something to a third emac seated cross legged on the floor and the demon made a note with a quill pen on a strip of parchment in its lap.

June was in the corner with Ian nestled wide-eyed and clinging in her skirt. Her other hand stayed near her knife. She hadn't let her husband or son out of her sight since the attack.

aHave you been able to get a line on the spell?a Danny turned toward him and made a face. This thing is real cute. First, you were right. It was done with something based more or less on our magic compiler.a aWhich version?a aI said more or less. It's been hacked, moby hacked. There's stuff in there I've never seen and I've got no idea what it does. There's other stuff that goes back to your original quick-and-dirty interpreter, in a couple of cases stuff we took out of the later versions because it wasn't stable. Then there's stuff that's just been fine-tuned.a He gestured and another screen opened, showing another listing. Here and there lines of code stood out in brighter fire.

Those things we met in the square are very loosely based, maybe 'inspired' is closer, on our searcher system. The highlighted parts were probably lifted verbatim. But each of the things in the square is considerably more complex than our searchersa”and a lot more lethal.a aHow do they work?a I'm not quite sure. What they do is to suck the Me force out of their victim, like a bunch of magical vampires. But there's more to it than that and I'm not sure what. Lake I say, some of this stuff is just real strange. Some of it is beautifully tuned, some of it is d.a.m.n crude and a lot of it doesn't look like it does anything at all.a He paused. aYou know, I think I saw something like this once on the net. A guy kept posting stuff to alt.c.sources. He was a really good programmer only he was going psycho and in his last articles before they took him away he had this same kind of mix of off-the-wall brilliant and just plain off the wall.a aThis guy's too strong just to be crazy. Where's this stuff coming from?a Danny shrugged. aBal-Simba and some of the others are working on that. I've been concentrating on trying to understand what we're up against.a Wiz was still looking at the code when the door banged open and Malkin strode in.

The tall thief looked like grim death. Her lips were pressed into a hard bloodless line and her dark eyes glinted dangerously. Clearly she wanted to kill someone. Wiz could sympathize.

aWord reached me at Heart's Ease,a she said by way of greeting.

aJerry's in your apartmentaa Wiz began.

aI know. I have already seen him, much good that it did me. Now I want some answers. Then I want someone's head.a aI bet you think those are original ideas,a Wiz said bitterly.

Malkin softened. aI know they are not, My Lord Your loss is much greater than mine and I am truly, deeply sorry.a Then her jaw clenched and her eyes flashed again. aAnd it gives me one more reason to want this one's head on a pike.a Even through his own misery Wiz was impressed, and a little awed. Normally Malkin was almost obsessively cheery, even in the face of utter disaster. He had never seen her this angry beforea”not, he thought, that she'd ever had this kind of reason beforea”and the effect was definitely impressive. More accurately, it was downright scary.

Malkin let out a sigh through her teeth and seemed to relax through a sheer effort of will. aNow then, tell me what happened at the fair this day.a Talking in s.h.i.+fts and interrupting each other, Wiz and Danny filled her in on the attack.

aSo,a Malkin said as the programmers wound down, adoes this thing come to us or do we winkle it out of its hole?a Danny and Wiz looked at each other. Neither of them had gone that far in their thinking.

aI think we need more information,a Wiz said. aWe don't know where this thing is from, how many of them there are, how their magic works or even much about how they operate.a aWhat he means is we're still in the fact-gathering phase on this one,a Danny said. aWe gotta get our information together and work out a strategy.a Malkin snorted. aAnd once you have done all that? What then?a aThen,a Wiz said grimly, awe are going to lack some serious magical b.u.t.t.a All three of them were early for the council meeting but they found Bal-Simba already in the council chamber with an elaborately chased bronze bowl before him.

aMy Lords, My Lady,a the big wizard greeted them as they entered.

aHave you found them?a Malkin asked, noting the scrying bowl on the table.

aWe are not sure, but we have located the place where the effect is most powerful.a aWhere?a Wiz, Danny and Malkin demanded as one.

In response Bal-Simba gestured. The water in the bowl darkened and then the image sprang up bright and clear. The image of a ruined black city on the slope of an extinct volcano.

The City Of Night!a Wiz breathed.

aSo it would appear,a Bal-Simba said grimly. The force is strongest in the caverns and tunnels beneath the place.a aWe should have wiped it off the face of the earth,a Wiz said bitterly. aIt's been nothing but trouble since the Dark League built it.a aDo not be so eager to upset the balance of the World,a Bal-Simba told him. aStill, we have been remiss in how we watched the place.a Theoretically the City of Night was deserted, save for occasional roaming monsters left over from the Dark League's reign. Part of the city had been destroyed in the climactic magical battle in which Wiz and the Council had broken the League's power and killed many of its members.

In practice the place had needed the attentions of the Council twice since, once when Wiz was kidnapped there by a remnant of the Dark League and once to lay the slaying demon Bale-Zur, who had been the League's most potent weapon. Since then the Council had watched the place by magic and occasional patrols of dragon cavalry but otherwise left it alone.

aWhat do we do now?a Wiz asked.

That is for the Council to decide, I thinka aHmpf!a said Malkin, in a tone that left no doubt about her opinion of the Councils decision-making ability. Wiz tried to ignore her and look on the bright side.

Four hours later it was abundantly clear that Malkin had been looking on the bright side.

aSo we are at least agreed, are we not, On the need for action?a Bal-Simba rumbled wearily. That produced a general murmur and nodding of heads all the way down the table. Of course, Wiz noted sourly, some of the older heads were nodding because they were having trouble staying awake after going around and around over the same issues.

aOh, certainly,'' old Androclus said from his seat halfway down the table, abut,a he waggled an admonitory finger, awith caution.a aCaution be fornicated,a growled Juvian. aWe must act before this thing strikes again.a He traded glares with Androclus, they being opponents of long standing.

From his seat next to Bal-Simba, Wiz looked over at Malkin sitting against the wall. They exchanged looks of complete sympathy. If some of the older members were having trouble staying awake at this late-night session, Wiz and Malkin were having trouble keeping from strangling the council members. Danny and June had taken Ian to bed a couple of hours ago when it became abundantly clear where this session wasn't going. Wiz and Malkin had stayed and fretted and fumed.

aMy Lords,a Bal-Simba said. aI think we need to sleep on this before we decide further. aLet us meet again at mid-day tomorrow. By then perhaps we shall know more.a That produced the strongest agreement Wiz had heard all evening and the meeting broke up without having decided anything at all.

aWell,a Wiz growled to Bal-Simba as they left the room, athat was a complete and utter waste of time.a aBecause we did not set out on crusade this evening?a the big wizard asked. aYou judge too quickly, Sparrow.a In reply Wiz drove his fist into the stone wall beside them. The scabs on his knuckles broke and blood marred the smooth white limestone.