“Pull a Cloud from the Sky,” read Jack.
“No help there, either,” said Annie.
“Turn into Ducks,” read Jack.
Annie smiled.
“Forget it. I’m not meeting Thomas Edison as a duck,” said Jack.
“So …?” said Annie.
“The steps,” said Jack.
Jack and Annie moved quickly around the base of the tower, searching for steps. “There!” said Jack. They hurried to a staircase tucked inside one of the legs of the tower.
Jack gripped the iron railing. “Ready?” he said.
“Yep,” said Annie. “Let’s go.”
Together they started up the 1,652 steps that led to the top platform of the Eiffel Tower.
Jack could see the Paris sky through the iron rails of the tower. At first, climbing was easy. The steps weren’t very steep, and Jack counted each one as they climbed. “Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…”
“I wonder what’s going on at the top now,” said Annie.
“Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three,” breathed Jack.
“I wonder if the sorcerer is there with the others,” said Annie. “What will he do when he finds out those guys aren’t the kind of magicians he thinks they are?”
“Don’t know,” breathed Jack. “Forty-nine, fifty.”
“I’ll bet he won’t believe them!” said Annie. “He might kidnap them—and force them to tell their secrets.”
“Sixty-one, sixty-two …,” said Jack.
“Faster, faster,” said Annie.
By the time Jack had counted the 360 steps to the tower’s first-story platform, they were both panting. Jack’s feet felt like lead.
“That’s a lot of steps!” said Annie, out of breath.
“No … no kidding,” said Jack, gasping between words. “But we… we have to keep going!”
They kept going—but a little more slowly. Jack picked up the count: “Three hundred sixty-one … three hundred sixty-two …”
“You can see how he might have thought Alexander Graham Bell was a new magician,” said Annie, panting.
“Three hundred ninety-two … three hundred ninety-three …,” said Jack.
“Think about it!” said Annie. “You’ve never used a phone in your life … then one day you pick up this thing… hear a voice talking… the voice of someone … who lives far away … you’d think…”
“Magic!” breathed Jack. “Four hundred forty-four … four hundred forty-five …”
“And Thomas Edison!” said Annie. “Think about it! Thousands of years … you depend on fire for light… then one day… you flip a switch… presto!… a glass bulb lights up….”
“Magic!” gasped Jack. “Five hundred ten … five hundred eleven …”
“And Louis Pasteur… think about it!” said Annie. “There are all these diseases … nobody knows what’s causing them … then one day … this guy discovers germs … and he figures out a way … to wipe out the bad ones!”
“Magic!” said Jack. “Six hundred two … six hundred three … six hundred four…”
“I can’t believe the sorcerer would do anything mean to these guys!” said Annie. “Even if he is …”
“Evil…,” said Jack. “Six hundred twenty … six hundred twenty-one…” His leg muscles burned, but he moved like a machine up the mountain of steps. Finally they reached the second platform. “Seven hundred!” breathed Jack.
“We have … to keep going,” said Annie.
“Keep going… and let’s get… our rhyme ready” said Jack. “As soon as we see … the sorcerer … we have to say it… make him disappear!”
“Right,” breathed Annie. “That’s our mission! Protect… the new magicians … and find out… their secrets … for Merlin….”
“Don’t talk … save breath …,” said Jack.
Jack and Annie kept climbing and counting. Drawing closer to the top of the tower, Jack heard piano music. As they climbed higher, the music grew louder.
Finally, Jack and Annie climbed onto a third platform. “One thousand six hundred and fifty-two!” gasped Jack. They were almost at the very top of the tower. A spiral staircase led from the platform up to a terrace.
Jack’s leg muscles ached, his head hurt, his heart pounded. “But we have to keep… going…,” he whispered. He and Annie dragged themselves up the spiral staircase that led to the terrace.
They both collapsed and sat on the top step, trying to breathe. A flag overhead flapped noisily. Damp with sweat, Jack felt chilled by the wind.
The piano music was coming from a small apartment on the terrace.
“I wonder who’s … playing,” said Annie, still gasping for breath.
“Maybe one of the … magicians,” said Jack.
“Or the … the sorcerer,” said Annie.
Jack felt a surge of fear. It almost took away his tiredness. “We have to… make him disappear,” he said. He stood up shakily.
“Let’s look through the window,” said Annie.
The two of them struggled against the wind as they staggered to the window of the apartment. When they peeked in, they saw a cozy room with leather chairs and glowing lamps. A man with a trim, pointed beard was playing the piano. Behind him stood an elderly man with a graying beard, a big man with a bushy white beard, and a friendly-looking man with no beard. All of them were smiling and nodding their heads in time to the music.
“There’re four of them in there,” whispered Jack.
“Is the fourth one the sorcerer?” said Annie. “Or is he the fourth new magician?”
“I don’t think any of them are the sorcerer,” whispered Jack. “None of them look evil. They all look pretty nice.”
“What is this place, anyway?” said Annie.
“Let’s check the book,” said Jack. He pulled out the guide book and looked up Eiffel Tower. He found a drawing of the tower. Each platform was labeled. The area at the top read:
At the very top of the tower is the apartment of Gustave Eiffel.
A picture showed Gustave Eiffel sitting in his apartment.
“Look, he’s the guy playing the piano!” said Jack. He read on:
Gustave Eiffel is one of the world’s master engineers. He built the Eiffel Tower with glass and iron, the world’s newest building materials. Since these materials are lighter than stone or brick, structures can be built very tall. The tower’s open design and its iron beams keep it stable in strong winds.
“He’s the fourth magician!” whispered Jack. “The Magician of Iron—
he bends the metals of earth and triumphs over the wind!”
“They’re all together now,” said Annie. “Alexander Graham Bell, Thomas Edison, Louis Pasteur, and Gustave Eiffel—the four new magicians.”
“And the evil sorcerer hasn’t shown up yet,” said Jack.
“Come on,” said Annie. “We have to warn them about him!”
“And find out their secrets before he does!” said Jack. He and Annie walked to the door of the apartment. Annie knocked.
The night fell silent as the piano music stopped.
Oh, brother, thought Jack. How would they explain such a weird situation to these famous men?
The door of the apartment opened. Gustave Eiffel looked out. “Yes?” he said.
“Hello. Can we come in?” asked Annie.
Mr. Eiffel looked startled. “Goodness, I seem to be having many unexpected guests tonight. How did you get up here, little girl? I thought the elevators were closed.”
“My brother and I climbed the stairs,” said Annie.
“Oh, my! That’s a very long climb for two children!” said Mr. Eiffel. “Or anyone else, for that matter! Did someone invite you to a party here, too?”
“Not exactly,” said Annie.
“Well, come in anyway. The more the merrier!” Mr. Eiffel stepped back to let Annie and Jack inside. Then he closed the door behind them.
The four men looked curiously at Jack and Annie.
The friendly-looking man reached out and shook both of their hands, first Annie’s, then Jack’s. “You can call me Alva,” Mr. Edison said.
“Hi, Alva,” Jack murmured shyly. He couldn’t believe he was shaking hands with Thomas Alva Edison.
“You can call us Jack and Annie,” said Annie.
“So, Jack and Annie, how did you learn about this gathering?” Mr. Eiffel asked. “You have nothing to do with the invitations these gentlemen received, do you?”
“We … um …” Annie smiled a goofy grin, as if she didn’t know what to say next. She took a deep breath. “Well, no,” she said. “But we know who sent them.”
“Who?” asked Mr. Eiffel.
“An evil sorcerer who wants to steal the secrets of your magic,” said Annie.
“An evil sorcerer?” said Mr. Eiffel.
“Yes,” said Annie. “We can make him disappear, but we need you to tell us your secrets before he gets here.”
The four men just stared at her.
“What did she say?” asked Mr. Edison, as if he were a little hard of hearing.
“She says an evil sorcerer wants to steal the secrets of our magic,” Mr. Eiffel said loudly. “And that we must tell them our secrets before the sorcerer arrives.”
Mr. Edison laughed. So did the others.
Jack felt his face grow red.
“The secrets of our magic, eh?” said Mr. Eiffel. “That’s really a very good question. Let’s think…. I believe the secret of my magic is actually quite simple. I have a taste for adventure and a love of work and responsibility. So the challenge of building the tallest structure in the world was greatly appealing to me.”
“Very good,” said Annie. “Taste for adventure, love of work and responsibility.” She turned to Dr. Pasteur. “Doctor, what’s your secret?”
“My secret?” said Dr. Pasteur. He looked down at the floor for a long moment. Then he looked up and said, “I believe my secret is this: Chance favors the prepared mind.”
The other men nodded.
“Hmm,” said Mr. Bell.
“Ah,” said Mr. Eiffel.
“Indeed,” said Mr. Edison.
“Um … what does that mean?” said Annie.
“Chance means luck,” explained Dr. Pasteur. “I daresay we all hope for a bit of luck in our work. But I find the more I study and prepare, the luckier I become.”
“Oh, that makes good sense,” said Annie. “Studying makes you luckier.” She turned to Mr. Edison. “Alva, what’s your secret?”
Mr. Edison smiled modestly. “Well, let me see.” His eyes were bright and twinkling. “I suppose my secret is this: Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.”
The other men laughed.
“That’s right,” said Mr. Eiffel. “Sweat! Hard work! Thousands of experiments fail—then finally one works!”
The other men clapped.
“I get it!” said Annie. “Genius is mostly sweat.”
Everyone then turned to the last magician.
“Oh, my,” said Mr. Bell. He stroked his bushy white beard. “How shall I say it?” He closed his eyes. “When one door closes, another door opens.”
Everyone started to applaud.
“Wait, there’s more!” Keeping his eyes closed, Mr. Bell continued. “We often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the new ones which open for us.” He looked at everyone and smiled. The other men clapped again.
“Yes, yes!” said Mr. Eiffel. “There’s always another door.”
“Never give up hope!” said Annie. “Got it!”
Mr. Eiffel smiled at Annie. “So, do you think our secrets would satisfy your evil sorcerer?”
Before Annie could answer, there was a loud knocking on the door.
Jack’s knees turned to jelly.
The knocking came again.
Mr. Eiffel laughed. “Goodness, another unexpected guest!” He started toward the door.
“Don’t open it!” Jack shouted.
Everyone looked at Jack as if he were crazy.
“It’s the sorcerer!” Jack said. “My sister was telling the truth! He thinks you’re all magicians!”
“Don’t be afraid, son,” Dr. Pasteur said to Jack. “I’m sure it’s just another guest.”
Mr. Eiffel stepped toward the door.
“No, please!” shouted Jack.
Mr. Eiffel opened the door. There was a deafening clap of thunder! A ball of fire blasted into the room!
Jack covered his face.
Then all was quiet.
“Jack?” Annie said in a small voice.
Jack looked up. A golden haze had filled the room. Annie stepped quickly to Jack’s side. But none of the others moved. Mr. Eiffel, Mr. Bell, Mr. Edison, and Dr. Pasteur were all as still as stone.
Jack could barely make out a dark figure in a long cloak standing in the doorway.
“It’s him!” Jack cried. “We have to say our rhyme!” Jack shouted the line he had memorized:
Thing before us, now we see—
Jack waited for Annie to finish the rhyme. But she didn’t say her line. Oh, no! She’s forgotten it! Jack thought wildly.
Suddenly he heard Annie laugh. “It’s you,” she said.
Jack looked up. The haze had cleared. The sorcerer’s face glowed in the light. It was a familiar face, craggy with electric-blue eyes.
“Merlin?” breathed Jack.
The master magician answered him with a smile.
“Merlin! Hi!” said Annie. She rushed over and hugged him.
Jack just stared at Merlin. “What happened?” he asked. “Where’s the evil sorcerer?”
“There are evil sorcerers in my world,” Merlin said in his deep voice. “But I assure you none of them were here at the World’s Fair today.”
“So you were the messenger?” said Annie. “You delivered the invitations for everyone to come to the top of the tower?”
“Yes, I was the messenger,” said Merlin. “I wanted to gather these remarkable men together so you could meet them all in the short time you had to spend in Paris.”
“But why did you tell us that we had to find them before an evil sorcerer did?” said Jack.
Merlin smiled. “Without that challenge, would you have used all your powers of thinking and courage?” he asked. “Would you have been so determined to find the ‘new magicians’ and learn their secrets?”
“Well, maybe not,” Jack said honestly.
“Problems make us focus our energy,” said Merlin. “They can help us think more sharply and act more swiftly. Never wish for all your problems to disappear. Problems can help you achieve your goals. Do you understand?”
Jack and Annie nodded.
“So now, what are the secrets of these remarkable men?” asked Merlin. “I truly wish to know.”
“If you want to reach your goal, you have to love adventure and responsibility,” said Jack.
“You have to study and be prepared so luck will favor you,” said Annie.
“You have to work really hard, because genius is ninety-nine percent perspiration and only one percent inspiration,” said Jack.
“And you should never lose hope,” said Annie, “because when one door closes, another one opens, and you don’t want to miss it.”
“Wonderful!” said Merlin. “These are excellent secrets! And I believe you not only learned them on this mission, but you lived each of them as well. Do you understand?”
“I guess,” said Jack.
Annie looked at the four frozen men. “What about them, Merlin?” she said anxiously. “Will they be okay?”
“Yes, they will awaken as soon as I leave. Do n
ot worry,” said Merlin.
“I’m sorry I almost made you disappear,” said Jack.
Merlin smiled. “That is quite all right. But now we have a little problem. One must never leave a magic rhyme hanging in the air unfinished.”
“Oh,” said Jack. “So Annie needs to finish the rhyme and make something disappear?”
“Precisely,” said Merlin. “Perhaps you could use the rhyme to speed me back to Camelot.”
“Sure,” said Annie. “But do you have to leave so soon?”
“Yes, I must be on my way,” said Merlin. “I would not want to confuse these kind gentlemen. Do not worry. I will send for you both again in the very near future. But now it is time for me to … disappear.”
Jack smiled. “Good-bye, Merlin,” he said.
Annie took a deep breath. Then she looked at Merlin and slowly said her line:
Thee-be-wan-new-ee-vee!
There was a clap of thunder and a blast of fiery light—and Merlin was gone.
Just as suddenly, the new magicians came back to life. Mr. Eiffel pointed to the open doorway as wind gusted inside. “You see, son,” he said to Jack, “it was only the wind.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Jack, pretending to be embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” said Mr. Eiffel. “You and your sister are perfectly safe. We live in the wondrous new world of science, and not in the old world of magic and sorcerers.”
Mr. Eiffel moved toward the open doorway. “Come, let us all step outside and take a look at our new world.”
Everyone joined him on the windy terrace and looked over the railing.
“Paris is a lovely city, is it not?” Mr. Eiffel said.
Jack and Annie and the others watched the giant spotlights sweep over Paris like white comets. The lights shined down on the domes and treetops, the grand monuments and church spires, the colorful fountain waters and rippling river. The boat lights twinkled like fireflies.
“Thanks to Mr. Eiffel and his tower, we can see the entire city,” Mr. Edison shouted above the wind.
“Thanks to Mr. Edison, ten thousand gas streetlamps in Paris will soon be replaced by electric lights!” said Mr. Eiffel.
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