The Wizard of Karres

Captain Pausert wished he could understand what was being said. The huge hall that Hantis had led them to was an amazing place. It was several hundred feet from the floor to the ceiling, for a start. The ceiling itself was a semitransparent dome-roof. Pausert could now understand why the council chamber was called 'the Hall of Stars.' Around each star in the night-sky the ceiling glowed, as if magnifying their light. Although he could see no other form of lighting, the chamber was nonetheless quite bright. Perhaps the light came from hidden globes in the hanging translucent galleries that studded the walls like so many bracket-funguses. All of the galleries, but for the one they stood in, were jam-packed with Sprites.

Until Hantis spoke, that is—when, like great flocks of angry birds, they all headed for the hanging balcony.

'Don't do anything. Don't fight!' said Hantis, urgently, as the Sprites levitated towards them. With the numbers of Sprites coming up, Pausert realized a fight would have been futile, anyway.

So, for the second time that day, but this time with his cooperation, the captain allowed himself to be bound. He consoled himself with the thought that, after all, he could always get loose again. Vezzarn still had his vibro- razor and Goth could still teleport objects.

Hantis said something, and the Leewit squawked. 'I am not a little child! Come closer, you! I'll pull your pointy Sprite nose!' She then said something that caused the Sprites to gape. Pausert was glad he didn't understand. It saved him having to go through the fight to wash her mouth out with soap, again, and he had enough trouble already.

Besides, he wouldn't have minded saying it himself, whatever it was, if the Leewit and Goth hadn't been listening.

Soon Pausert found himself being carried away. This time the chamber he was taken to had a far greater resemblance to a prison cell. At least it was clean.

He was also alone in it.

He had plenty of time to examine the bare room, he decided, and to wonder just why Hantis had told them not to resist.

Eventually the door would open.

* * *

While she waited in her own prison chamber, Hantis had plenty of time to doubt the wisdom of her actions. She'd had time to realize that perhaps she'd been a bit too imperious herself. It was indeed her castle. But how would she have felt if some stranger had turned up, without warning and without an appropriate escort, and used the words she had?

But she would put it right, and somehow she would deal with the plague that had infected her people. After all, she knew the laws and customs of Aloorn: none better. She would be taken back to the Hall of Stars and would address the seat of judgment and explain.

Then the door to her holding room opened and she realized that she'd missed one possible scenario. The Sprite who stood there was not going to listen. That would not suit Lord Nalin, advisor to High Lord Arvin. Or, rather, it would not suit the Nanites that populated him, who had taken over his body and mind.

Her flesh crawled with horror, realizing he had probably not come to kill her. Killing her would serve his purposes less well than infecting her.

Hantis screamed. And screamed with her mind too.

And this time that was enough. A group of seven Sprites came running into the room.

'What is it, My Lord Nalin?' one of them asked.

Lord Nalin gestured in irritation. 'Nothing. Go. I wish to question the prisoner alone.'

If the Nanites could lie, so could she. 'He assaulted me! Look at my face.' She knew that her face was bruised from the earlier encounter. 'Is this how the people of Aloorn use prisoners?'

The leader of her guards drew himself up. 'My lord, I cannot allow you to assault the prisoner,' he said stiffly.

'What nonsense,' said the High Lord's Advisor haughtily. 'I did nothing to her!'

The guard looked doubtfully at Hantis, who cowered away into the corner. There was no need for her to pretend fear. That was real enough. 'Don't let him touch me,' she whimpered.

The guard commander nodded reassuringly. 'We do not allow prisoners to be tortured or hurt, lady. You will face High Lord Arvin for justice. He is good and fair, if young.'

'Did High Lord Arvin order us killed without a hearing?' demanded Hantis, forgetting to be humble and cower.

The guard commander gave a hard look at her, then at Lord Nalin. 'No,' he said. 'As a matter of fact, the order was issued by Lord Nalin. My lord, I shall have to ask you to leave. And do not attempt to visit the prisoners again. Escort Lord Nalin away, Fotri.'

As the Nanite-controlled Sprite was ushered away—politely, but the guards were making very clear that they'd brook no nonsense—Hantis relaxed. 'I am willing to talk to anyone, as long as the guard watches, except for Lord Nalin.' The news of the Nanite plague had plainly not reached Nartheby. 'I think he is in the pay of Delaron.'

The guard blinked. 'But he is advisor to the High Lord himself!'

'Exactly. Now, can I explain why we are here and from whence we have come? We traveled far and in great peril to bring this word to the Clan Aloorn.'

The guard commander shook his head. 'The High Lord himself will hear you. You must wait for him.'

'Will you at least keep Lord Nalin away from me—and my companions?'

'The order will be given,' said the guard commander.

And with that, Hantis had to be content.

But a little later her door was opened by a very worried looking guard. 'The prisoner that you told us was a young girl child, of a species from the outworlds. She has disappeared!'

Hantis felt herself go cold with fear. The Nanites would take some hours to assume control, and in the meantime the victim's body would be wracked with spasms and rigors. Once the Nanite infection had begun, all you could do for the victim was to incinerate them. The only thing that slowed the plague at all was that after taking over a new victim the Nanites required several weeks to build up their numbers to the point where they could send out breeding colonies. But the mind of the victim was destroyed within the first hour.

Hantis had known Goth and the Leewit since their birth. Now she was desperately afraid for the littlest witch.

'How?' she croaked.

'A hole was cut from storage chambers through the wall and into her holding chamber. Or the other way around. We are not sure if she cut her own way out.'

Hantis shook her head. 'I doubt it. She wouldn't leave us. She is still very young. Please. Put us all together and set loose my grik-dog Pul. He will defend us.'

The guard looked worried. 'I cannot do that. I have strict orders to keep you apart.'

'Well, then, please put Pul in with Goth. The next youngest alien.'

The guard considered, then nodded. 'I suppose, precisely speaking, the grik-dog is not a prisoner, but more in the way of a caged animal. The High Lord has several. He breeds them. Very well, I will do as you wish.' He smiled thinly. 'I have heard they have a nasty bite to them.'

Hantis realized that grik-dogs, in the here and now, had not yet been bred to sniff out Nanites. Their toxin was simply a general one. They weren't very intelligent yet, either. 'And tell the others to scream if anyone comes in. Oh. They won't understand you. Only the littlest one can speak our language.' She sighed. 'I don't suppose you'd let me speak to them.'

'No, milady,' said the guard. 'Not without asking the High Lord.'

'Can he be asked? You must send word that the Leewit is missing.'

'He has already been told. Extra guards have been detailed.'

 

CHAPTER 30

The Leewit had been a good three parts asleep when she saw the blade coming through the wall. It was a