“Yes she did. How else would I know how to cast them? Ugleeuh showed me weeks before I ever got my hands on the staff.”
Demonica's eyes shot open at this. “So, she was obviously with you when you first used a spell...”
“Well, sure...”
“And that, of course, was the only time you traveled before you got your hands on the staff...”
“Oh, no. I used a spell to go from Castle Goll to find her at her candied cottage, here in the Chokewoods. She wasn't there, so I used another spell to travel from the cottage to where she was on the beach with Gastro.”
Demonica dropped a rein. An apoplectic look came and went on her face. The unicorns sauntered on, side by side, erratically trading turns walking in the narrow path.
“Well?” said Spitemorta. “Weren't you asking me something?”
“I was about to say,” said Demonica, snapping to as if jostled out of a dream, “that even the most powerful and experienced use that mode of transportation only with the greatest care and restraint.”
“Pooh, Demonica. I've been using dear Mother's traveling spells for the past five years and have never had a problem. Perhaps you're not quite the sorceress you claim to be if you've had problems.”
Suddenly, Spitemorta found herself trapped in the hollow trunk of an enormous choke oak. She could not move her arms or her legs. She could move her head around easily and she could see out through a hole in the trunk well enough to peer down the outside of the tree to see one of her legs sticking out through another hole below. Demonica and the two unicorns were nowhere to be seen. She drew a breath to cry out to her grandmother only to give a wail of terror at the sight of the ground below as it became a swarming vermilion carpet of hundreds upon hundreds of smallies, surging forth to close around her tree. Now she could see their indigo eyes full of hunger. Hair rose on her neck and forearms. “They really do look like wee devils,” she gasped. “But how can they have mouths so very full of teeth? No wonder they eat their pray alive in moments.” Her heart hammered in her ears and pounded in her chest as the nearest smallie ran up to her deerskin riding boot. “Where are you, Demonica?” she screamed. “Demonica! I'm sorry!”
And there she was, sitting calmly astride Gwenole, holding Nightshade's reins, just as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, just as if she were merely out for a Sunday afternoon ride. The smallies were nowhere to be seen. Spitemorta felt faint, as Demonica opened the tree as though its front were a door to a wardrobe and helped her onto Nightshade.
“Well then. You're learning, I see,” said Demonica, as Gwenole and Nightshade sauntered through the crisp, prematurely fallen leaves back onto the path. “Now, as I was about to explain before your rude remark, traveling spells are dangerous because the inexperienced might find himself landing inside a rock or a tree. One could end up out in the air beyond a cliff or under water. I can see Ugleeuh never told you any such thing. Right?”
“Well, no...” said Spitemorta, as she studied the gnarled and twisted trunks of the choke oaks, “but I can't imagine it being dangerous in the least to travel by spell if you'd been to the exact spot before. There'd be no way you'd end up inside something solid or any sort of disastrous spot.”
Demonica removed a glove and tugged at the bridge of her nose before leaning aside to intrude on Spitemorta's stare. “You still don't see, dear. Unless you had just been to a place moments earlier, you'd not be certain. What if a raging flood drowns the place where you intend to land? Suppose an earthquake opens up a chasm? What if someone with special powers anticipates your coming and arranges a trap for you? People do learn on their own, and none of this has occurred to you yet because you've scarcely used the traveling spell at all during your five years of 'experience.' Right?”
Spitemorta jogged on, sitting up quite straight on her saddle.
“Am I not right?” said Demonica, catching up alongside.
“Very well, Grandmother. Traveling that way made me so horribly nauseated and ill. Not the first time, not when Ugleeuh showed me, but every time thereafter, when I used the spell by myself. Even when I took the staff and used the spell to return to Goll, I got terribly sick. I only tried it once more, just to see, and it was awful then too. Maybe it wouldn't have been bad if you and I had used the spell together.”
“There is a great deal that I'm afraid that I need to show you. And as far as traveling spells go, just remember that when you try to go back into the past, you land in the future, and just how well you resolve that depends on skills that you have yet to develop.”
“You have made your point, Demonica,” she said, tightening her slender hands into white-knuckled fists on the reins as Nightshade turned his ears back and then forward again.
The sun was climbing in the east, but it only cast a somber light through the boughs of the choke oaks, even though they were already losing some leaves. The woods seemed haggard, resigned in their stillness, though from time to time one could hear distant ravens croaking. They wended their way in file most of the time, since the unicorns seemed to prefer the path to the brush on either side of it. Spitemorta followed her grandmother for a good while.
“Sorceress for nearly three hundred years. She doesn't look much older than me. She's gorgeous. I wonder just how old she really is?” she thought. “Demonica,” she said, riding alongside in a clear space. “You're absolutely certain that dear departed Uncle Razorbauch told you the right location of this crystal?”
“You try my patience, girl,” she snapped, making Spitemorta shudder with recollections of the insides of choke oaks. “You question my very judgment. And maybe not. And if not, what possible reason would I have for journeying to this vile forest with someone who not only doubts my motives, but even my knowledge, abilities and judgment, except to retrieve what we came for?”
“Forgive me.”
“I'll not bother with deciding whether or not that remark was sarcastic, my dear, but once we get the heart you will see. Rest assured.”
“Very well,” she said, reaching back to touch the staff where it was tied behind the cantle of her saddle. “I suppose my problem has been all along that I'm not altogether convinced I even need this crystal. The staff wields tremendous power as it is. Wait until you see all the strange things Ugleeuh created in her part of the forest. The water is chocolate and even insects can talk. The woman was crazy. Why didn't she do something useful with all that magic? She didn't even conjure a decent place to live in.”
“This matters to you?” said Demonica with a shrug. “Who can ever know the answer to such a question? Besides, people who live a long time in seclusion are known for growing eccentric and doing strange things. What does matter to us here is that what she changed happened to be all that she was able to change, and it didn't amount to much since she did not have Kalon Bras, the crystal Heart of the Staff. When the staff is complete with the heart, the one who wields it has the very power of creation.”
“But Ugleeuh created her crazy peppermint forest without the crystal, Grandmother...”
“Oh, no,” said Demonica, holding up a finger. “Your mother changed things with the staff, but she created nothing.”
“Very well, but why didn't all her magic vanish when she died? I watched her die and the only thing I saw was her ridiculous crow turn back into a parrot.”
“She must have changed the parrot to a crow without the staff. The moment she died, so did her magic. As I said before, the staff's power greatly amplifies a person's own magic. Things changed with the staff take much longer to return to their original state, but they do. Gradually they do, and they start the moment that person dies.”
“Then what about the Chokewoods and the smallies and the dorchadas? Didn't Razzorbauch do all of that with the staff? What kind of time are we talking about here?”
Demonica sucked in a deep breath and let it go. “Razzorbauch used the heart, dear girl,” she said with a tinge of impatience. “His forest will not fade. Ugleeuh never had anything at he
r command beyond the staff, just like you. All she did has either returned to what it was or is on its way. If she'd had the heart in the staff, neither Razzmorten nor anyone else could possibly have kept her confined to Chokewoods.”
***
“Grandfather, you're not kidding,” said Rose, wide eyed, as she shared looks with Lukus. “So the magic in the Peppermint Forest is really failing. But why would that be happening now, after all this time? Nearly everything was still exactly as Ugleeuh had left it when we visited there and got the unicorns, right after her death. You said back then that things she conjured by herself went right back to the way they were before, the moment she died, like Hubba Hubba did, and you said the things that didn't were undoubtedly changed by her, using the staff.”
“I'm not completely sure I understand it either, but I know what I saw,” said Razzmorten, pushing his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. “There are probably as many choke oaks in there now as there are peppermint trees. I don't remember seeing a single choke oak back then. I saw Spark, and he's getting worried about all his friends in the forest. They're in danger of becoming ordinary woodland creatures, of course, but he's really worried about them being eaten by smallies and dorchadas.”
“Spitemorta,” said Rose, swatting the imaginary something which she had just drawn with her finger on Razzmorten's table. “She's got something to do with this. I knew that sooner or later she'd be up to no good with the Great Staff. I stood there and did nothing while I watched her grab Ugleeuh's broom and vanish.”
“Oh go on, Rose,” said Lukus. “We all stood by stupidly and watched her do that.”
“But what does she even care about the forest?” she said, going back to drawing imaginary pictures. “Nothing in it is going to come out and...Whoa!” She smacked the table and pivoted round on the bench to face Razzmorten. “Sukere. She wants the sukere the dragons have cultivated. In fact, she undoubtedly intends to get Razzorbauch's sukere plantation up and going again and wants to add the Peppermint Forest. But why in Niarg bother changing it back into more Chokewoods?”
“Maybe. Maybe. Maybe,” said Lukus. Razzmorten nodded. “You've thought of a good possibility, Rose,” he said, “but the changes in the forest may have nothing to do with Spitemorta. Possible but unlikely. You said it yourself: why change the Peppermint back into more Chokewoods, first?”
A sudden fluttering of wings caught their attention, as two parrots landed softly on the window sill. “So,” said the yellow headed one. “You're back, Wiz. What's the latest news from the sweetest place in the world? Did Spark and Lipperella's eggs finally hatch?”
“Not yet, Hubba Hubba,” said Razzmorten, “but I believe there's more to worry about in the Peppermint than dragon's eggs.”
“Hey, eggs are a big deal,” said Hubba Hubba, as he leant forward like a compass needle drawn to a nail. “So what's up? You went to visit Spark just to see about his eggs. Must be something thundering big.” He ran his beak down a flight feather and let it go with a snap.
“The magic in the Peppermint Forest is failing. That's what,” said Lukus. “Hey, what's everyone looking at me for? You all think that was indiscrete? Hubba Hubba and I go 'way back, at least far enough that we give it to each other straight. If I fiddled around trying to spare his feelings, he'd want to shake it out o' me.”
Hubba Hubba gaped at Lukus, then at Rose and Razzmorten. He came to when his red-headed mate gave him a light peck on the head. “Thanks, Pebbles,” he said, looking at her gratefully. Then he clamped shut his beak and stared resolutely back at the three. “So Wiz, when do we leave?” he said with a thorough shake of his feathers.
“What?”
“Well, you're obviously going back to the Peppermint, and you've obviously come back here to get volunteers and I'm volunteering.”
Pebbles pecked him on the head again, but this time she gave a bunch of his feathers a smart twist. “Not without me,” she said. “I've not been there.”
“She's got an empty nest,” said Hubba Hubba, jerking back his head. “Correction Wiz. We're going with you.”
“And so are we,” chorused Rose and Lukus with a nod.
“Good, good, then,” said Razzmorten. “I only hope it won't leave Hebraun and Minuet short handed with these troubled times for the kingdom of late.”
“Such times are more of Spitemorta's work,” said Rose. “How can she have convinced so many people of her vile lies?”
“It does seem astounding that a woman who not long ago was a favorite mockery of gossips has managed to make the populace doubt your mother and father who have always been known as fair monarchs for the people,” said Razzmorten, standing up to circle the table with his hands behind his head. “The crop failures no doubt play some part. People fear famine this winter, and with this blight, it's a real fear. If the crown doesn't solve their problem, there'll be hysteria. It doesn't help that we have no idea what to do about it, yet.”
“I find it appalling that the people can hold the crown responsible for an act of nature...if that's what it is,” said Rose, rising to do some pacing of her own.
“Well there you go,” said Razzmorten. “If it is an act of nature, the crown is responsible for feeding everyone. If it is not an act of nature, someone is responsible. Desperate people are always lightning fast to find someone to blame, and the timing is perfect for Spitemorta to sew her seeds of discontent. You've heard the latest whispers that the crown is secretly involved in sukere trade, I suppose?”
“But Mother and Father have passed the laws they voted for which banned the stuff. How can they turn around and accuse them of trading in it?”
“Yea,” said Hubba Hubba. “They even banished a member of their own family because of it. Sort of.”
“Indeed, 'sort of!'“ said Razzmorten from under hoary brows, as everyone turned to the bird. “As far as the public was concerned, yes.”
“That's what I meant, Wiz. Ugleeuh trying to poison the king and queen was hushed up, I knew that. I was talking about the part that they did know about and were wanting to lynch her for: the dragon slayer getting fried by the dragon because she was keeping him all sukered up. Hey, it's you humans who are always forgetting the details.”
“Right you are, Hubba Hubba,” said Razzmorten, “but get this: I've just found out that Spitemorta is using Ugleeuh's exile for sukere for her own ends. She has started saying that the whole affair was a ploy to point suspicion away from the crown. She says that the king and queen were secretly in the sukere trade with Ugleeuh and that they sent her to oversee their hidden sukere operations in the Chokewoods, pretending to oust her for her misdeeds. That's only half of it. She says that Ugleeuh was murdered by Hebraun and Minuet when she threatened to expose the entire enterprise if her name was not cleared so she could leave the forest and be shed of the whole affair.”
Rose thrust her fists straight down at her sides and stared out the window of her grandfather's tower at the late afternoon countryside below. “What I can't fathom is why she's doing this,” she said, suddenly wheeling round to face him, just as he had come up to the drapes to have a good stare out himself. “She has James, so she can't possibly still have designs on Lukus, and I'm certainly no threat to her. She and James have the rule of two countries and have amassed an astonishing amount of wealth in their five years together. They have even started a family of their own. Why is she so intent on destroying the House of Niarg?”
“Maybe just because she thinks she can, Rose,” said Lukus, as he stretched out along the length of the bench she had been sitting on. “Well think about it. What reason did she have for telling you Myrtlebell's little story that you were actually Ugleeuh's daughter and only adopted by our parents? She didn't make up the story and she wasn't doing you any favors by telling you. She just plain got a kick out of it because she could get away with doing it.”
Rose opened her mouth and shut it.
“Point,” said Lukus with an exaggerated grin. “Evil needs no reason, Rose,
it just is. Spitemorta's sport. I also think she favors her dear mother, Auntie Ugleeuh, and it would be like her to think we owe her for who knows what. I'm right glad they didn't arrange to marry her and me. I'd 'ave fled the continent.”
“None of this is solving our problems, I'm afraid.” said Razzmorten. We need to tell your parents what we have in mind. The sooner we sail, the better.”
“Oh, Father?” came Queen Minuet's voice from the vestibule, “I know you're here somewhere. I don't mean to intrude.” She rapped on the door she was already pushing open, smiling with brown eyes darting round to each person in the room. “I'm sorry...” she said, taken aback at the surprise on everyone's face. “I just got word of your return, and since I had a few free moments I thought I'd save you the trouble of coming all the way down to the throne room to tell me how you found things in the Chokewoods. I can come back...” She turned aside as if to go.
“Hey Queen, it ain't your birthday, so what else would we be plotting in secret?” said Hubba Hubba, taking flight to land neatly upon her shoulder. “You took us by surprise because we were on our way down to see you ones.”
Minuet looked up to see looks of confirmation from everyone while Hubba Hubba shamelessly thrust out the ruffled nape of his neck for a scratch.
“He's like that,” said Pebbles.
“This is your job, then,” said Minuet returning Hubba Hubba to the window sill and giving both birds a scratch. “Very well, out with it, Father,” she said, turning round with her hands on her hips. “What sort of plot is this?”
“What sort of family do you think you have?”
“A right clever one,” she said, giving him a bracing hug to welcome him home. “And I wouldn't have it any other way. So. Let's all go down to the throne room.
Hebraun's still there, listening to the last dissatisfied citizen before supper time.”
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