“We have found another magician,” Dieter said, gesturing to the young man.
“Llewllyn here is skilled in the new magic.”
On that cue the young man turned and swept a deep bow in Wiz’s direction. The newcomer was undeniably handsome. Blond hair fell in ringlets to broad shoulders. Pearly teeth peeked between ruby lips as he smiled and his blue eyes sparkled. He was only a little shorter than Wiz, not as heavily built, which made him decidedly slender-but elegant rather than skinny. Handsome, personable and utterly devoid of sincerity. He reminded Wiz of every used car salesman and mortician he had ever met. Instinctively Wiz looked for the white belt and shoes. Then the significance of what Dieter had just said sunk in.
“The, ah, new magic?”
The young man inclined his head in assent. “Yes, the powerful new magic of the south. I am a direct disciple of the Sparrow, the mightiest of all the southern wizards. It was he who taught me personally.”
“That’s very interesting,” Wiz said noncommittally.
“We are like brothers, the Sparrow and I. Why he even calls me the Eagle-just a joke between us, of course.”
With an effort Wiz managed to keep his mouth closed. To almost everyone in the lands of the North, Wiz Zumwalt was known as the Sparrow, a name Bal-Simba had given him when he first arrived. Apparently this joker not only hadn’t met Wiz, he had never talked to anyone who knew him.
Part of Wiz’s mission had been to teach magic to more than just wizards. Wizards and apprentices were now teaching the system to hedge witches and others. Obviously this guy had learned the new magic at third or fourth remove-assuming he knew it at all, which Wiz wasn’t willing to grant without proof.
Over Llewllyn’s shoulder Wiz saw Dieter nodding approvingly. The mayor looked worried. Rolf simply smiled benignly. The implication was clear. This guy was competition and some of the council would love to dump Wiz and sign on Llewllyn. Dieter because he hated Wiz, and Rolf because he saw the young man as easier to manipulate.
Wiz gritted his teeth. His first instinct was to expose the phony. But he remembered the consultants he had seen in his world and how they dealt with these situations. He could always expose Llewllyn, but Dieter could always find another stooge. Maybe there was a more effective way.
Llewllyn, recognizing an opportunity, made a small gesture with his right hand. A sparkle of rainbow light flashed from his finger tips. Several of the councilors gasped and he smiled like a toothpaste commercial.
“There,” said Dieter triumphantly. “You see?”
“Oh it’s all very well, I suppose,” Wiz said carelessly. “Quite remarkable, really, considering.”
“You can, of course, do better?” Dieter shot back.
Wiz smiled at the venomous little man. “Well, since you ask . . .” He thought quickly. Most of the magic he knew either wasn’t spectacular or was much too powerful. But there was a spell he had come up with to amuse Danny’s son, Ian. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath. Then he blew multi-colored bubbles that rose gently to the ceiling and burst into points of rainbow light.
“A conjurer’s trick,” Dieter snorted. He looked expectantly at Llewllyn. The young man glared at Wiz with what was obviously intended to be an intimidating stare. However Llewllyn was too young and too pretty to intimidate much of anyone. Wiz smiled back.
“May I suggest a compromise?” Rolf put in smoothly.
“What?” the mayor asked suspiciously.
“Why not a competition?”
“Here?” Wiz asked. “Now?”
Dieter smiled. “Here and now. Why not?”
Wiz, who knew a good deal more about wizards’ duels, could have given him a couple of good reasons. First, a wizards’ duel usually started with lightning bolts and moved quickly to earthquakes. After that they tended to get really destructive. That’s why wizards generally had it out on mountain tops or blasted heaths or other pieces of low-value real estate. Setting up an indoor wizards’ duel was like trying to get ringside seats for a hand grenade fight in a broom closet.
The other reason was that wizards’ duels were almost always to the death. That might not have bothered Dieter or Rolf, but Wiz didn’t want to kill Llewllyn just because he was a charlatan.