The Wizardry Consulted (Wiz, #4)(45)

The other reason was that wizards’ duels were almost always to the death. That might not have bothered Dieter or Rolf, but Wiz didn’t want to kill Llewllyn just because he was a charlatan.

Llewllyn, sensing he had an advantage, decided to push it. “Behold,” he cried, “the power of the new magic!”

He moved his lips as he mumbled a word and letters of glowing rainbow fire appeared in the air between them. Dieter and the others gasped at the display and Mayor Hendrick looked worried. The new magician paused, obviously enjoying the sensation he had created.

Wiz was considerably less impressed but intently interested. All Llewllyn had done was list out the spell. A nice effect, but anyone who understood Wiz’s magic language could read the listing and see how the spell worked.

As Wiz ran through it he was even less impressed. It was really one very simple spell, dressed up by some subroutines. Further, Llewllyn didn’t have the thing written to respond to one command. He had to issue a series of commands and that meant there were opportunities for another magician to interfere. Wiz smiled politely and worked out a couple of lines of code in his head.

Llewllyn smiled at his appreciative audience and made the listing vanish with a flashy swipe of his hand.

“Beozar!” Llewllyn declaimed. “Cautich!” he added. Wiz watched intently, his lips barely moving. “Deodarin.” Llewllyn’s voice rose to a crescendo and he threw wide his arms. “Behold!”

There was a weak pop and then a fizzling sound like a lightbulb burning out.

Llewllyn went pale. “Beozar! Cautich!” He thundered out again. “Deodarin!” and flung his arms out. “Behold!”

This time the fizzle was accompanied by a dim reddish spark that died with the sound.

Dieter shifted uncomfortably and the Mayor frowned.

“Maybe if we drew the curtains to darken the room,” Wiz said helpfully.

Llewllyn had gone pale and he was mumbling, but he didn’t try the spell a third time.

“I’m sure it’s just a temporary problem,” Wiz said. “Why don’t you take off and work on it a little. I’m sure it will be better in the morning.”

“Ah, yes, of course,” Llewllyn said to his now visibly unimpressed audience. “This far north one must allow for the effects of the different stars. Tomorrow would be more propitious.” The mayor and Dieter both scowled at him. “Or maybe even a little later today,” the young man added hastily. “Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me.” As he bowed quickly and turned toward the door the mayor nodded to the guardsman lounging there.

“See that our guest doesn’t wander off,” the mayor commanded. “Meanwhile we will decide what to do with him.”

The guard followed Llewllyn out and there was a strained silence in the room.

“I’m sure he’s quite good, actually.” Wiz sighed for effect. “But magic is tricky, after all, and it is so hard to really master beyond the merely superficial.”

“He ought to be sent to The Rock for impersonating a magician,” Dieter said venomously.

The last thing Wiz wanted was to be responsible for the man’s death. “Oh, surely that’s somewhat extreme,” he said hastily. “After all he was only, ah, ‘overly enthusiastic’ about his skill at magic.”

“He’s a liar and he ought to go to The Rock for trying to fool the council,” Dieter replied.

“Wiz is right,” Rolf put in. “No harm was done. Surely the council can show mercy in this instance.”

“Then what?” Dieter snapped. “Is he going to hang around here and steal chickens?”

Mentioning chickens seemed to have an unusual impact on the councilors, as if they knew something Wiz didn’t.

“Well, I could take him on as a junior assistant,” Wiz said. “He could probably handle some of the minor details, under careful supervision, of course. Naturally I’d need an office on the square here.”

“I don’t know that we need two wizards now,” Mayor Hendrick said.

“Consultants, please,” Wiz corrected. “And it would have certain advantages.” Like keeping this guy where I can watch him. If Llewllyn stayed around he was likely to be trouble and he obviously intended to stick around.

The mayor rubbed his chin. “Still . . .”

“I say let’s put it to a vote,” Dieter snapped.

Obviously the hassle of another council vote didn’t appeal to the mayor.

“Oh, all right, but only under the wizard’s supervision.”

Wiz nodded. “Naturally.”

Dieter looked at him suspiciously, but he only nodded.

“Now there is the matter of the fee.”

The mayor frowned. “I thought we settled that.”

“For the basic dragon situation, yes. However, on closer inspection it has become obvious that job will require services not covered in the original contract.”

“I don’t remember us signing any contract,” Dieter said sourly.

Wiz smiled a superior smile. “Oh, you don’t sign a contract with a wizard. It is implicitly made manifest. Here, let me show you.” He made a sweeping gesture at the wall and under his breath muttered list apl.man exe. The wall was covered with fiery letters as the command list for Jerry’s version of APL appeared. The reflected light cast a sickly pallor on the mayor, Dieter and the others. Surreptitiously one or two of the council members made signs to ward off evil.