Talking to Dragons - Wrede Patricia Collins (онлайн книги бесплатно полные .TXT) 📗

He was dressed in expensive-looking clothes, but there were mars in them, as if he had been in a fight. He didn't look old, even though his beard was long and gray. His head was bare, and at his side was a jeweled scabbard, empty. He was asleep.

Shiara took a deep breath. "That must be him. Come on, Daystar, let's get this over with."

I stepped into the room and walked slowly toward the couch. This is too easy, I thought. As I came around the brazier, I saw that there was another wizard's staff lying beside the couch. Something felt wrong, and I slowed down even more. I stopped, standing next to the couch with the key in one hand and the sword in the other.

"Well, now that we're here, how do we break the spell?" Shiara asked, coming up on one side of me.

"Something's wrong," I said, and as I spoke I realized what it was.

The key was still pulling at me, but as soon as I had stepped into the room, the pulling from the sword had stopped. All I could feel from the sword was the jangling of the magic in the wizards' staffs.

"Maybe if you lay the sword on him it'll work," Shiara said, ignoring me. "You have to try something or we'll be here all day."

"I wouldn't try anything at all, if I were you," said a voice behind us.

Shiara and I spun around. The doorway was full of wizards.

20

In Which Daystar Uses His Sword

I stared at the wizards for an instant, then turned and jumped for the couch, hoping I could break the spell before the wizards did anything.

I didn't make it. As I brought the flat of the sword down, the sleeping man vanished. The sword clanged softly against the couch, and I spun back to face the wizards.

Something hit me as I turned, and suddenly I couldn't move my body at all. I could turn my head far enough to see Shiara, but that was all.

Shiara looked as if she were concentrating on something, so I turned my head back to the wizards. They were standing around the sleeping man, who was now lying on the floor in front of the doorway.

"Well done," said one of the wizards to another.

"Thank you," the second wizard said. "It was a mere trifle."

There was a stir at the back of the group of wizards, and a moment later Antorell pushed forward to the front. He had a bandage around one arm, probably where the dragon had bitten him. "I want the boy!" he said.

"Now!"

The wizard in front, who seemed to be the leader of the group, looked at Antorell coldly. "We permitted you to join us in order to give you an opportunity to repair some of the damage you did seventeen years ago. Not to further your private ambitions."

"But you said I could have the boy!"

"Antorell, you're a fool," the leader said. "You may have the boy, but after we have possession of the sword, not before."

"I'll give you the sword, then!" Antorell said angrily. He strode around the edge of the brazier and reached for the hilt of the sword, just above my hand. I wanted to jerk away, but I still couldn't move.

As Antorell touched the sword, there was a flash of blue-and-gold light that flung him backward onto the floor. If he'd fallen a few inches to the other side, he'd have gone into the brazier. I found myself wishing he had, then found myself staring at the brazier. Something about it nibbled at my mind, but I couldn't make it come clear. I didn't have time to think about it, because the wizards started talking again.

Antorell was picking himself up off the floor, and the leader of the wizards smiled at him nastily. "You see?"

"You knew this would happen!" Antorell said furiously.

"Of course I knew," the leader said. "Had you spent your time hunting that sword instead of trying to get some sort of ridiculous revenge on Cimorene, you, too, would know."

"Then demonstrate the proper method for me," Antorell said sarcastically.

"If you know so much, you take the sword."

"I am not so foolish," the other wizard replied. "No one save the King of the Enchanted Forest can take that sword from a bearer who is not willing to give it up, especially not inside this castle."

"Then how do you expect to get it?" Antorell said even more sarcastically than before.

"We kill the King," the wizard said, gesturing at the sleeping figure on the floor in front of him. "When the line of the Kings of the Enchanted Forest is ended, one of us can take up the rule of the castle."

"What good will that do?" Antorell said. "The boy will still have the sword. And, as you have reminded me so many times in the past two days, he seems to be able to use it."

The leader shrugged. "If your tale is true, I shall admit to some surprise.

I thought no one but the King could use the sword. Which is why one of us must become King."

"You accuse me of lying?"

"Why should I bother?"

Antorell scowled and started to raise his staff, then seemed to change his mind. "When the boy blows your own spells back at you, perhaps you will see what I mean."

"Nonsense!" the leader of the wizards replied. "You obviously know little of what you speak."

"No, of course not. I have only seen the boy in action," Antorell said with awful sarcasm.

The leader shrugged again. "What the boy has learned matters little.

The power of the sword passes to the ruler of the castle, and there is nothing he can do about it. He will be easy enough to take care of then."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flicker of movement. Shiara was edging toward me. I had to force myself not to turn my head. The wizards seemed to have forgotten both of us, and I didn't want to remind them. I hoped they wouldn't remember until after Shiara had done whatever she was planning to do. I also hoped Shiara was planning to do something. I certainly couldn't, and I didn't think Nightwitch would be much help against all those wizards.

"Stop talking and let's get on with it," one of the wizards in the back said.

"An excellent suggestion. That is, if you are quite satisfied, Antorell?" said the leader.

Antorell glared and stalked over to the rest of the wizards. The leader looked around and nodded. "Begin."

Under other circumstances, the spell casting would have been very interesting to watch. The wizards spent quite a bit of time arguing about where each of them should stand, and exactly what the correct angle was for each staff, and in what order the spells should be said.

The leader seemed particularly concerned that things be done right.

Evidently there was something about the castle that would cause problems if everything wasn't perfect.

Finally, they agreed on what they were going to do, and they got started.

As the wizards started chanting, something touched my arm. If I could have moved, I'd have jumped. It was Shiara. "Do something before they finish!" I whispered.

"I've been trying!" Shiara whispered back. "But it isn't working."

"Oh no." I was so upset that I spoke the words in a normal tone of voice. Fortunately, the wizards were too busy chanting to notice.

"You haven't been polite to anyone since you apologized to Telemain, and you used that up on the last bunch of wizards."

Shiara looked stricken. "Daystar, I'm sorry!"

"There isn't anything we can do about it now," I said. "If you-" I stopped because the wizards had stopped chanting. Shiara and I both looked at them, but the wizards didn't seem to be finished with what they were doing. They looked more like they'd been interrupted in the middle of things. The leader bent over the man on the floor, who was still sleeping. A moment later the wizard straightened with an exclamation and stretched his staff out over the man's body.

The figure dissolved into sparkles, leaving a little blob of mud on the floor, and the other wizards stirred in surprise. "A simulacrum!" said someone.