Demon Rider

take him out of the demon's range — to Montserrat, say, or even farther. Only then would he be free of it.'

Toby rose and went to the table. He examined the black pebble, then replaced it in the locket and hung the locket around his neck again. There was a mystery that might haunt him till his dying day — whenever that was. He tucked the dagger inside his doublet, making a silent vow that the Inquisition would not take him alive the next time.

'This casket, senor? I have met its like before. It is warded against demons. If we put the beryl inside and shut the lid, the baron will be free of his compulsion.'

'So! Ingenious!' Don Ramon came striding back, looking pleased. 'But we do not know which is the correct ring, not even which is Rigomagus.'

'Nor do we know which holds Rigomagus or the demons that guard his life. We shall have to remove all of them and put them all in the box.'

The two men eyed each other uneasily. Would guardian demons stand for that?

Then the don twirled up his mustache again. 'And he will be only a fat old man with no powers of gramarye! Very well. Let us begin!'

Gently they pulled the rings from the sleeping man's fingers, and Oreste continued to snore peacefully. Nothing catastrophic occurred, but when the last one came free Toby realized that he was almost giddy from holding his breath. He wrenched the jewel from the end of the cane and put that in the ivory casket also. They had done it!

The don said, 'Put the box on the table, Campeador, and close it.'

CHAPTER FOUR

'We shan't be able to see much when the light goes out.'

'Ah! Good tactical thinking! Wait.' Don Ramon stalked off to inspect the furnishings of the cellar. He returned bearing a black robe, a rusty metal rod that was probably a branding iron, and a fierce scowl. The robe he tossed down on the table. 'That will get you safely out of here, Campeador. And this bar will have to serve. Ready?'

He performed another conjuration, calling on Rigomagus to extinguish its light. Darkness surged into the crypt like a black tide — gramarye! Shapes emerged as Toby's eyes adjusted to the glimmering glow of the lanterns.

'Ready, Tobias?'

'Ready, senor.'

Don Ramon reached inside his robe for his sword. 'Close the lid.'

Toby shut the casket. The snoring stopped.

'Mmf?' Oreste's eyes flicked open. 'What happened? Longdirk!' He began to rise and then sank back, blinking in horror at the sight of his prisoner free and clothed. He did not seem to notice the don's blade in front of his nose. 'Rigomagi in nomine—'

'No good, baron!' Toby said. 'We have trimmed your claws.'

Oreste lifted his hands and stared at his empty fingers. 'Free? Free!' he screamed. 'Free! You have released me!' With an effort astonishing for his bulk, he squirmed to his knees — almost losing an eye on the don's sword in the process — and threw himself down to grovel at Toby's feet. 'Free at last! Now kill me! I am not fit to live. Kill me!' He grew louder and more frantic, babbling hysterically.

It was disgusting! Their plan had worked beyond all dreams, and they had turned the greatest hexer in Europe into a cringing, whimpering poltroon.

Don Ramon sheathed his sword and swung a foot at the ample rump so temptingly presented.

'Get up! Stand on your feet like a man!'

'Wait!' Toby could remember how he had reacted when he thought he had beheaded Hamish. 'Give him time to adjust. He has been a slave for years.'

The don scowled impatiently as the lamentation continued. Toby put on the robe — not that he believed that it had been hexed, but it was a good disguise and might confuse the guards when he tried to leave. Just how that was going to be done remained to be seen.

Eventually the baron's weeping choked into silence. He rose to his knees and peered around. 'Longdirk?'

'Here.'

'Oh. Yes. You are hard to see in that… How did you get that? What has been happening?' If was not a genuinely broken man, he must be the finest actor in Europe.

'We locked your demons away in the box. Whose man are you now, Oreste? Still Nevil's?'

'No, no! Yours! I don't know how you managed this, but I am eternally grateful. I will do anything for you. Oh, I deserve to die, Longdirk. I have done terrible—'

'You are going to die!' declaimed the don. 'I, Don Ramon de Nunez—'

'Any recompense I can make!' sniffed the baron, ignoring him.

Realizing that he was still wearing his robe, the don angrily stripped it off, becoming somewhat entangled in his sword and branding iron in the process.

Oreste squealed in alarm, making Toby's heart take a wild leap. Was it possible that those robes really were enchanted? No, that was ridiculous! Why should Montserrat reverse its judgment? The baron was confused, that was all.

'Wh-who are you?'

'As I was saying, I, Don Ramon de Nunez y Pardo, hidalgo of Castile, denounce you as a monster and a disgrace to the title of nobility you profess to bear, and I do hereby challenge you to mortal combat. As we have only one sword, I offer you the choice of weapons. Stand up!' He held out the sword and the rusty rod.

The baron stared at him very hard, blinked around in search of Toby as if he couldn't see him, and then heaved himself to his feet. He bowed shakily. 'As you will, senor. I do not deny your charges, but I accept your challenge gladly.'

He took the branding iron.

'Don't be absurd!' yelled the don. 'I have studied under de la Naza himself! I am one of the finest swordsmen ever to wield a Toledo blade.'

'You let me have the choice. Now guard!' The fat baron swung a clumsy blow.

Don Ramon caught the rod with his left hand and twisted it out of Oreste's grasp. 'You deny me satisfaction! So die like the churl you are — go ahead and strangle him, Campeador, as you wanted.'

But Toby could not kill in cold blood either, and he had begun to shiver with excitement, starting to believe he might live.

Hope is the mother of disappointment.

'The baron appears to be truly repentant, senor!' Seeing his companion's eyes starting to flash anger again, he went on quickly: 'Any man can be hexed to obedience. Under the same circumstances, I chopped off your head. It is true that to slay the Fiend's premier hexer would be a wondrous and valorous deed, celebrated throughout all Europe. How much more daring and effective, though, to turn the weapon against the man — or against the demon, in this case! Oreste knows his master's darkest secrets. Why destroy him when you could use him? If I am right, he would at once become Nevil's most dangerous enemy.' He would also be a passport out of the Palau Reial.

The don considered this proposal for a moment and then raised his coppery eyebrows very high. 'You shame me, Campeador! Why, indeed, should we waste our time on this trash when we should be plotting the downfall of the monster himself?' He beamed and clapped Toby on the shoulder. 'A magnificent vision! You will join me then in a crusade to overthrow the Fiend?'

It would be hard to think of a greater insanity than that program, but this was no time for argument, and fortunately Rigomagus was now caged, so Toby was again capable of deceit. 'Senor, nothing will give me greater