A Bad Spell in Yurt

could think of. “He wouldn’t mind taking the love potion himself, since he’s already in love with you, but I don’t think he’d dare have anyone else fall in love with him.” Gwen looked at me skeptically, as though disappointed that such obvious advice was all I could give. “And smell your food,” I said. “Love potions are made of herbs and roots and usually smell rather nasty.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, rising and taking my now-empty tray.

“Thank you for the crullers!” I called after her. “They were delicious.”

A little later that morning, I sat with the Lady Maria in my outer chamber, the curtains drawn, and the telephone instruments before us. I didn’t really need her for what I was trying, but after what I had said at dinner I felt I ought to include her. Besides, she had been talking to Dominic in the great hall when I went to find her, and he had given me an almost furious look when I interrupted and asked her to join me. If Dominic had turned against me, I wanted him as uncomfortable as possible.

“Now keep perfectly silent while I work this spell,” I said. “I’m trying something different this time. It’s a far- seeing spell, and extremely difficult. They never even taught it to us at the wizards’ school.” They might have taught some of the other students, but they most certainly had never taught me. “I’m going to try to attach it to the telephone.”

The Lady Maria did as she was bid, even breathing virtually without a sound, as I checked the spell one last time in the book, put it away, and closed my eyes to begin. The heavy syllables of the Hidden Language rolled from my tongue. It was a long spell.

I opened my eyes and looked at my glass telephone in the dim light of the room. It looked exactly the same. I was about to try speaking a name to it, to see if it might respond, when I was almost knocked from my chair by the surprise of another voice speaking the Hidden Language.

It was the Lady Maria. Her eyes closed, she was resting her hands on the telephone instrument in front of her and repeating the long spell I had just given, word for word.

In ten minutes, at the last syllable, she opened her eyes and gave me a saucy look that Gwen could not have equalled. “There! You probably didn’t think I could work magic.”

“But can you?” I cried, flaggergasted. I hadn’t thought anyone could say a spell, except one of the very simple ones, without actually learning the Hidden Language, knowing what the words meant as well as how they were pronounced. And I was quite sure there was no way to learn the Language other than a lengthy apprenticeship or years in the wizards’ school.

“If your spell works, mine should too,” she said complacently. “I just said everything you’d said, the same way you said it.”

“Let’s try yours, then,” I said and pulled the curtain open. I picked up the receiver and spoke the name attached to the telephone at the wizards’ school in the City.

Very faintly, from the receiver, I could hear a distant ringing. Triumph at last! I thought, but dared say nothing. I held the receiver so Maria could hear as well. She leaned close to me, her hair brushing my cheek.

“Look!” she said with indrawn breath. The glass base of the telephone had lit up. Inside was a miniature but very real scene, a room at the wizards’ school, a telephone sitting on a table, and one of the young wizards, one I knew but not well, picking up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hello!” I cried. “Can you hear me?”

“Hello?” somewhat more dubiously. “Is anyone there?”

The tiny figure inside the telephone base turned his head, as though talking to someone else. “No, I can’t hear anyone. It’s just silent.”

“We’re here! We’re here! Hello?” I shouted.

“Maybe someone’s idea of a joke.” We watched his hand move to replace the receiver, and then our telephone went blank.

“We did it!” said Maria, giving me a hard hug that startled me so much that I couldn’t answer at once. “We made the telephones work!”

“In fact, we didn’t,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Let me try this time.” Before I could say anything she had picked up the receiver and spoken another name. Again I could hear the faint sound of ringing. Then, once again, the telephone base lit up with a miniature scene within it. This time, it was a liveried servant picking up the receiver.

“That’s a servant in my brother’s castle,” she said. “We can tell them the queen got home safely. Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”

As I expected, the servant could not hear us and replaced the receiver in a moment. “We don’t need to tell them,” I said. “The queen sent a message by the pigeons when she got home yesterday.”

“But why can’t they hear us?”

“I was trying to tell you,” I said, drawing my chair away from hers. “A telephone, if it’s working, is a communications instrument. Our telephones don’t communicate at all. I’ve taken the far-seeing spell and attached it to the instruments, but it’s not working right. Now it only means that someone using our telephones can see a distant telephone, not that he or she can talk to anyone far away.”

“But couldn’t you still use our phones for communication? You could send a message by the pigeons that you were going to telephone, and then when the phone rang and they couldn’t hear anyone, they could just say whatever they wanted to say, knowing you could hear them.”

This was too elaborate for me. “No; all it means is that I’m no closer to the telephone system they wanted. On the other hand,” feeling more cheerful, “I don’t think anyone’s ever attached the far-seeing spell to an object before. This means someone, even if if not trained in magic, could see far away, as long as he only wanted to see a distant telephone room.”

But this brought me back to an earlier concern. “Lady Maria, how do you happen to know magic? Usually women don’t know any. Have you been trained?”

“Of course not; all you male wizards refuse to teach women magic. Are there really no women wizards?”

“Not really.”

“But why not? I’ve heard of witches; aren’t they women wizards?”

This was going to be difficult to explain. “Of course there are witches in the world. They’re women who’ve learned magic on their own, for the most part, or from other witches. But there have never been women in the wizards’ school.”

“Is there a real reason, or just a silly tradition?”

“Tradition’s not silly,” I told her. “Anything that has functioned well for centuries must have some validity. But you’re right, it is a tradition, rather than a written law, such as that barring women from the priesthood.”

I didn’t want to be distracted from my original question of where she had learned magic, but she kept on pushing me about women wizards. “But what validity can a tradition have that keeps women from learning magic?”

“You’re not the first to ask this. It’s actually a question that’s being raised by some of the wizards of the City. The real reason, the original reason, is that women already have a creative power that men don’t have, the power to create life within their wombs.” If I hoped to embarrass her by my frankness, I should have known better; this was the same woman who had been whispering to me at dinner about the queen’s attempts to have a baby. “It would be too dangerous to link wizardry with that kind of creation. Witches are always teetering, about to go over into black magic, unless they know so little magic at all that their spells are useless. If you’ve heard of witches, you must have heard that some of them are said to create magic monsters in the womb.”

Maria paused for a moment; she clearly had heard something of the sort. “But that wouldn’t apply-” She broke off. That wouldn’t apply, she had been starting to say, to someone already forty-eight, but she wasn’t going to say it. Instead she said, “In that case, wouldn’t it be better to train the women properly, so they would know how magic should be used? Isn’t that training why the wizards’ school was started originally? That’s what we were told when we started looking for a new wizard.”

This argument too I had heard in the City. But instead of answering I changed the subject back to my question. “So how did you learn the Hidden Language?”

“Is that what it’s called? When I first came to Yurt, I was terribly excited at the opportunity to learn magic,