“Well, on the theory that we’d have to head back, at least to replenish our supplies, I ran some tests this afternoon.”
Tests?” Danny asked.
Wiz grinned but there was no humor in it. “I’m developing a nasty, suspicious nature down here. I wanted to make sure we could walk the Wizard’s Way with no trouble.”
“I take it there was trouble?” Malkin asked dryly.
“In spades. I can’t open the way. It’s closed. Blocked by some kind of magical jamming.”
Everyone was quiet for a moment.
“So we can’t go back?” Danny asked at last.
“Looks not.”
This smells like a trap,” Danny said. “Like we’ve been lured in.”
“Lured?” asked Glandurg. “We have had to fight every step of the way. Only the power of Blind Fury has brought us this far.”
That wasn’t the way Wiz remembered it, but he didn’t object.
This reminds me of Shiara’s tale of the cursed tomb that took her sight and magic,” Malkin said quietly. That was a trap too, but the trap was cloaked by a series of other traps designed to eliminate those who were not clever and possessed of strong magic.”
There was silence while they all considered the possibilities. June moved closer to Danny and he slipped his arm around her shoulders.
“So what do we do about it?” Danny asked finally.
“Well,” Wiz said slowly, “We can’t go back.” He looked around the group, hoping someone would dispute the point, but no one did “So we’ve got to go forward against this thing.”
“Seems to me we’ve got just one chance,” Danny said at last.
“What?”
The young programmer flicked a tight little smile. “We’re gonna have to be a whole lot tougher than the thing that set this trap in the first place.”
“Yes!” roared Glandurg and brandished Blind Fury aloft. The gesture drove the sword into the tunnel roof, knocking a liberal shower of fine, choking dirt down on them all.
Spitting, sneezing and brushing dirt out of their eyes, the other members of the group glared at the dwarf. He grinned sheepishly and carefully returned the sword to its scabbard.
“This stuffs trickier than I thought,” E.T. Tajikawa said when Jerry broke to refill his tea mug. For the last two days he had been working his way systematically through the compiler and development system, coming back to Malus’ light dimming spell from time to time.
“It has its peculiarities,” the big programmer agreed as he ambled over to look at Taj’s work “What’s the problem?”
Taj grinned sheepishly. “Probably really simple because I can’t find it. The listing looks fine.”
For an instant Jerry wondered if Taj was really as good as his reputation. “Well,” he asked carefully, “how does it fail?”
“That’s the nasty part. It’s apparently an intermittent because I can’t get it to fail at all.”
Jerry leaned over Taj’s shoulder and peered closely at the program, running down the instructions. That’s funny. I don’t see anything there that would cause an intermittent.”
“You mean you don’t know what’s wrong with it?”
“Well, no,” Jerry admitted. “Wiz was working on it when… well anyway. Let’s see.”
A quick command and Jerry executed the program. The lights in the workroom brightened promptly.
“That’s real weird.”
“You mean it isn’t me?”
“No. That’s what it’s supposed to do. Except Malus said it didn’t work.”
“I think,” Taj said slowly, “maybe we’d better have a talk with this Malus character.”
Jerry hesitated. Of all the problems they faced, a sticky light switch spell was far and away the least important. But Taj was quivering like a bird dog and the truth was that Jerry wasn’t getting anywhere with what he was doing. What the heck? he thought, we might learn something.
They found Malus in the Wizards’ Day Room, digesting lunch and talking to a few of his fellow wizards. Winter sun filtered weakly though the large diamond-paned windows and a small fire in the carved stone fireplace took the chill off the air. Magic provided most of the heat and light but the fire and windows added warmth and coziness.
“Malus, could you try this spell again?”
“Certainly, My Lord,” the wizard said, getting up from his chair. “Have you found the problem?”