Tall as a tree the black cloud grew, and the wind of its turning whipped and tore at the booths and the robes of the wizards. Then the cloud separated from the earth and darted into the sky, pursued by magical bolts from Malus and lightning bolts hurled by Wiz.
It climbed faster and faster until it was no larger than a hand, then a finger. Then it moved away to the south.
“What? Who?” Malus came rushing up oblivious to the commotion spreading throughout the fair. Then he seemed to realize he would not get answers to his questions and settled for indignation. “To think that they would try it here! Of all places! Why, why the sheer effrontery of it!” Wiz noticed he didn’t specify who “they” were.
“Get help,” Moira said tightly. “Quickly.” Her words brought Wiz and Malus back to themselves and both fumbled for the communications crystals they wore around their necks.
“Are you all right?” Wiz asked his wife.
“ I think so.” She clung to him fiercely and let out a deep breath. “It was like being pulled along by a strong current, or sliding down a slope of loose earth. I’ve…”
Before she could continue there was a soft pop of displaced air and Arianne, Bal-Simba’s assistant, appeared before them. Arianne’s eyes were unfocused and her lips moved silently as she spoke to the communications crystal about her neck Off behind her Wiz could see a flight of three dragons soaring away from their cavern aerie in the cliffs below the Wizards’ Keep. The Watchers had launched the ready patrol.
“We sensed a flare of magic even before your call,” she told the two wizards. “Now, what was this all about?”
“I don’t know,” Wiz said, “but I don’t like it”
“A magical invasion of the fair,” Mains added. “A creature posing as a man.”
Moira was pale and shaking. “It was magic indeed. Like no magic I have ever felt before.”
“Programmer magic?” Arianne asked.
Moira bit her lip. “Not exactly. Something like it, but different—colder. Does that make any sense?”
Since Wiz lacked the natural talent needed to sense magic of any sort he could only nod. He had heard his Kind of magic described as “feeling” like a horde of ants as the tiny spells that made up the words of the magic programming language operated, but he’d never felt it.
Arianne, however, had. “Colder?”
Moira hesitated. “Not cold, exactly. Rather, not-alive.”
Wiz had an image of zombie army ants. He didn’t like the picture at all.
“… so whatever that thing was it had a special attraction for people who are sensitive to magic,” Wiz summed up.
Around the table in the programmers’ office Jerry, Danny, Bal-Simba and Arianne all listened intently. After more than an hour’s rehashing of events, Moira wasn’t paying much attention.
“Which explains why it didn’t affect you,” Danny put in. “Like the rest of us you haven’t got any magical talent to speak of. But Moira probably had more than anyone else in the crowd so it really worked on her.”
“All it did was make me dizzy,” Wiz added. Moira looked down at her hands and said nothing.
“None of the other Mighty have ever seen or heard of the like,” Arianne told them. “This is something completely new. Worse, the magic is so different we did not detect it until the Sparrow confronted the thing.”
“Where did it come from?” Jerry asked.
“It arrived at the fairgrounds early this morning and set up its pavilion like any other merchant or entertainer,” Arianne said. “None of the other merchants had ever seen the thing before but none took special notice of it until the whirlwind began. It so well concealed its nature that Malus walked by the booth several times without seeing anything amiss.” She nodded at Wiz and Moira. “He apologizes most abjectly for not discovering it sooner.”
“I cannot blame him,” Moira said weakly.
“This thing is also,” Wiz added, “immune to lightning bolts, and whatever spell Malus was throwing at it But we still don’t know what it is or what it was after.”
“We can hazard a guess on the last, I think,” rumbled Bal-Simba from his oversized chair at the head of the table. Although he had been physically present for the whole conference he had spent most of it receiving reports and communing magically with others of the Mighty.