14
In Which the Wizards Try to Make Trouble, and Cimorene Does Something about It
The door of the cottage opened and Morwen stepped out. "What sort of emergency?" she asked. She studied Alianora and the stone prince for a moment, then peered at Cimorene over the tops of her glasses and added with some severity, "I hope you weren't referring to his predicament. He may well find it an inconvenience, but it certainly isn't an emergency. Not by my standards, anyway."
"No," said Cimorene, "I was talking about the wizards. They've poisoned the King of the Dragons, and now they're trying to interfere with Colin's Stone so that Woraug will be the new king. We have to stop them, but we don't know where they are, and Woraug's going to try to carry the stone any minute. Can you find them for us?"
Morwen blinked twice and shoved her glasses back into place with her forefinger. "I see," she said. "You're right. It's an emergency.
I'll do what I can. But if you don't tell me the whole story later, when there's a bit more time, I shal–shall turn you all into mice and give you to the cats. Wait here."
As she spoke, Morwen disappeared into the house. She reappeared a moment later, holding a small mirror and muttering over it.
Stone," she said, and breathed on the glass. She looked up. "Any wizard in particular?"
"Zemenar, the Head Wizard of the Society of Wizards," Cimorene said, wishing Morwen would go faster and knowing she couldn't.
"I should have guessed," Morwen said. She turned back to the mirror.
"Zemenar," she said, and breathed on the glass once more. Then she motioned to Cimorene to come and look.
Cimorene obeyed, and Alianora and the stone prince crowded closely behind her. The mirror showed a blurry, wavering picture of the Ford of Whispering Snakes. As Cimorene watched, the picture moved slowly along one bank of the river, past the waiting dragons and the immense trees of the Enchanted Forest and on down the river.
"Can't it go any faster?" Alianora whispered.
"There's no need to whisper, and no, it can't," Morwen said. "Not if you want to be sure of finding these wizards of yours on the first try, and it doesn't sound as if you have time to waste on mistakes."
The picture in the mirror continued to creep along the bank. Cimorene pulled the third and last feather out of her pocket and brushed it nervously across her fingers while she waited.
"What's that?" the stone prince said suddenly.
The mirror-picture stopped, then moved up the bank, away from the river toward a thicket of blackberry brambles. Cimorene saw the tip of a wooden staff poking up above the thicket. Tensely, she waited for the mirror to show the far side of the brambles.
"It's them? Alianora said. She sounded frightened and excited at the same time. "Oh, dear!"
Cimorene took a good look at the picture in the mirror. Five wizards were standing in an opening behind the blackberry thicket, leaning on their staffs and looking at the sky. Suddenly, one of the wizards pointed. The others peered upward, nodded, and raised their staffs.
"Get the buckets? Cimorene said. Cats scattered in all directions as the stone prince pounded across the porch behind Cimorene and Alianora.
"Hang on; here we go. I wish-" "Not without me you-" Morwen said, grabbing Cimorene's shoulder.
"-we were at the blackberry thicket where the wizards are," Cimorene said, and dropped the feather.
"-don't," Morwen finished as the porch winked out and was replaced by blackberries.
The five wizards were standing in an arc just in front of the bramble.
Each of them held his staff so that the lower end was about a foot above the ground, pointing at something hidden in the moss at their feet. An unpleasant yellow-green light dripped from the ends of the staffs, and the moss where the wizards were standing was brown and dead. The wizards' backs were toward Cimorene and her friends.
"Now!" Cimorene cried. As the wizards began to turn, she set one of her buckets on the ground and lifted the other in both hands. Taking careful aim, she flung the soapy water over a black-haired wizard in the center of the arc.
"Charge!" yelled the stone prince, and threw one of his buckets at the nearest wizard.
"Take that, you cheats? said Alianora, dumping the first of her buckets over another.
"What-this is impossible!" said one of the wizards indignantly as he began to melt.
"Too bad," Cimorene said, throwing her second load of water at the next-to-last wizard.
"Watch where you're throwing that!" Morwen said to the stone prince, who had sloshed his second bucket over the fifth wizard with such enthusiasm that water sprayed in all directions.
"Sorry," the prince apologized. "Is that all of them?"
"It's all five of the ones we saw," Cimorene said cautiously.
"Then we did it!" Alianora said.
"Not quite," said Zemenar, stepping out of the bushes behind Morwen.
"You interrupted the spell, of course, but we were nearly finished anyway.
And as long as the stone remains enchanted, Woraug won't have any trouble getting it all the way to the Vanishing Mountain. Look." He pointed with his staff, and Cimorene saw three dragons, high in the air, flying steadily toward the mountains. One of them had a long black stone clutched in his claws, and the other two appeared to be escorting him at a careful distance.
"Woraug and the two judges," Cimorene murmured.
Zemenar nodded. "You might as well put that bucket down," he went on, turning to Alianora. "You can't throw it at me without melting your witch friend here. What's in it, by the way?"
"I don't see why we should tell you," Cimorene said as Alianora set the last of the six buckets down.
"Because I'm interested, Princess," Zemenar said with an oily smile.
"And it will pass the time until the next shift gets here, and I can decide what to do with you."
"If you're that interested, why don't you take a closer look?" said the stone prince, picking up Alianora's bucket.
"Stay where you are!" Zemenar commanded. As he spoke, he raised his staff and sidestepped so that Morwen was between him and the stone prince.
"If you insist," said the prince. He shrugged, lifted the bucket, and flung the water over Morwen and Zemenar at the same time.
"What-no!" Zemenar cried in horror as he began to melt. "Not soapsuds! It's demeaning."
"There's a little lemon juice in it, too," Alianora offered.
Zemenar glared at her. He was less than half his normal height and shrinking as they watched, while a dark puddle spread out beneath him.
"Lemon juice! Bah! How dare you do such a thing? I'm the Head Wizard of the Society of Wizards!" His voice grew fainter and higher as he shrank.
"Interfering busybodies! Soapsuds! Of all the undignified tricks.
You'll be sorry for this! You can't melt a wizard forever, you know! You'll be sor…"
The wizard's voice ceased. All that remained of him was a pile of silk robes and a long wooden staff lying on some damp moss. Alianora and Cimorene stared for a moment, then Alianora turned to the stone prince.
"I'm glad he's gone," she said, "but how could you melt Morwen just to get at that wizard?"
"But I didn't," the stone prince said. "Look."
Cimorene and Alianora turned. Morwen seemed no shorter than usual, though she certainly looked very damp. She had taken off her glasses and was shaking water off them. "Don't just stand there," she said crossly to Cimorene. "Hand me a dry handkerchief."
"Just a minute," Cimorene said, checking her pockets. She found the handkerchief that had been wrapped around the magic feathers and handed it to Morwen. "Um, why didn't you melt?"