The Wizardry Consulted (Wiz, #4)(83)

Wiz stuffed the shirt into the bag again, more carefully this time, and turned to face the dragon. “You knew this, didn’t you? You knew the new magic was spreading to the north and you knew that with it humans could beat the dragons.”

“Let us just say I found the probabilities inopportune,” Wurm said lazily.

“So you went right to the source of the new magic and kidnapped me to fix things before they got out of hand.”

“And you fixed them. That is vindication enough, I think.”

Wiz opened his mouth to protest and then closed it again. Dragons being cold-blooded in more ways than one, nothing else was likely to matter to Wurm, least of all the danger Wiz had been in.

“So you dragged me in here against my will to help the humans with their dragon problem.”

“I prefer to think of it as dragons having a human problem,” Wurm said.

“Well, why didn’t you just tell me that?”

Wurm’s “voice” was coldly amused. “Would you have bent all your skill to protecting dragons from humans? Even under geas?”

There was enough truth in that that Wiz didn’t have a reply, so he changed the subject. “By the way, what are you going to do?”

“I? Oh, you mean dragonkind. We will solve our own problem-now that we agree it is a problem.” The dragon sounded amused. “That is the essence of consulting, is it not? To, ah, ‘borrow someone’s watch and tell him what time it is’?”

Wiz wondered where the dragon had heard that. He had an uneasy feeling Wurm had heard, and knew, a lot more than he was telling.

“Goodbye Wizard. I do not think we will meet again, but I predict you will have an extremely interesting future.” With that Wurm turned sinuously, took three running steps and launched himself into the air with a beat of wings that rattled the windows and made the shutters bang against the walls.

“If I have anything to say about it,” Wiz said to the dragon’s rapidly dwindling back, “my future will be about as exciting as watching grass grow.”

“I see you had a visitor,” Bal-Simba said as Wiz came down to breakfast in the kitchen.

Wiz leaned over and kissed Moira soundly before replying. “Yeah, Wurm. He wanted to say goodbye.”

Moira arched a coppery eyebrow and the big wizard accepted this without comment. Wiz helped himself to the porridge on the tile stove. He added some sliced apples and peaches from a bowl on the table and drizzled honey over the mixture.

It was a remarkably full kitchen, considering the programmers’ normal working hours. Anna was still bustling about finishing up the last of breakfast. Moira was sitting next to Bal-Simba and Jerry and Malkin were off to one side, talking intently. Only Danny hadn’t come down yet and that wasn’t surprising. Yesterday was probably the earliest he had gotten up in months.

Wiz took a mouthful of porridge and fruit and sighed.

“A few more hours and we’ll be back at the Wizard’s Keep and peace and quiet.”

Moira raised her eyebrows and gave Wiz one of her patented smoldering looks with her enormous green eyes. “So it’s peace and quiet you want, My Lord?” Bal-Simba guffawed.

Wiz reddened. “Relatively speaking, I mean. And speaking of relations . .

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Anna set another bowl on the table and Moira looked at the girl significantly. “We shall have plenty of time to discuss that when we get home.”

“Home,” Wiz repeated. “I can’t wait to get back. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed all of you.” He quirked a smile. “Heck, I even got to missing Little Red Dragon, I mean Fluffy.”

Moira raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I take it you have not enjoyed your adventure? Seeing strange lands? Battling dragons? Doing great deeds of heroism?”

Wiz smiled back. “I only battled dragons when it was absolutely necessary, I rigorously avoided deeds of heroism, great or otherwise, and this place may be strange enough, but I wish I’d never seen it and I bet you all do too.”

Moira turned to where Jerry and Malkin were deep in conversation.

“Well, not all of us perhaps.”

Watching the pair Wiz felt a sudden chill.

“Well, we’ll be out of here soon enough. Let me finish eating, grab my staff and we’ll be leaving inside a half-hour.” He smiled at the prospect and leaned back to take another pull from his mug of tea.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Jerry said. “I’ve got some news too. Malkin’s agreed to come back to the Capital with us.”

Wiz spewed tea all over the table.

“WHAT?” he demanded indignantly and lapsed into a coughing fit that somewhat diminished the effect.

“I have decided to come with you,” Malkin said gaily. “This Capital of yours sounds like an interesting place. Full of opportunities.”

Wiz thought of Malkin’s definition of “opportunity” and blanched. “I don’t think you’ll find any opportunities in the Capital. Nope, no opportunities at all. It’s a dull place really. Full of all kinds of boring guards and burglar alarms and . . .” He trailed off when he saw he obviously wasn’t making an impression. Then he looked at her more closely, over at Jerry and back at Malkin. “There’s more to it than just opportunity, isn’t there?”