“Can you not neutralize their magic as you did at the City of Night?” Moira asked.
“The worms? That’s too non-specific.” He shook his head. “No, we can’t afford to soak up all the available magic. That would leave the humans right back where they were before we started. We need something more subtle.”
“But we have to have it quickly,” the redheaded witch said. “We cannot afford to waste time in pursuit of the ‘elegance’ you keep talking about.”
“So we’re gonna need something quick and dirty.” He held up a hand. “But not too dirty. Does anyone have any ideas?”
“Sounds like a job for a virus,” Nancy said.
“Naw, as soon as they see the program is infected, they’ll switch back to the old one.”
“A birthday virus!” Danny shouted suddenly.
“A what?” Wiz asked.
“A virus that doesn’t trigger until a specific event occurs. We set the magic event far enough in the future that the program will have had time to spread everywhere. Then it triggers,” he waved his hands, “poof! The spell doesn’t work anymore.”
“You know,” Jerry said suspiciously, “you talk like you’ve had a lot of experience at this.”
The other shrugged. “It’s, you know, been a special interest of mine.”
Jerry snorted. “When we get back, remind me never to use any software you had anything to do with.”
Wiz ignored the byplay. “Okay, what keeps them from going back to the old spell?”
There was silence down the table.
“We can’t just wipe it out of their memories, can we?” Jerry sighed.
“Even if we could, there are sure to be written copies around. When the new program self-destructs, they’ll just go back to the old one.”
“Can we come up with a spell to attach itself to demon_debug and destroy it?”
Wiz thought hard. “I did something like that against the Dark League. The problem is, when it destroyed the spell it took out everything for about thirty yards around in a humongous blast. We don’t want to kill them and it would be a big job to weaken the effect.”
“Aw, they’d get the message after the first couple of explosions,” Danny said.
“No,” Wiz said firmly.
“Well . . .” The young programmer’s face lit up. “Hey wait a minute! Suppose they get the idea the spell’s no good?”
“The problem is that it is good against magic. Too good.”
Danny smiled an evil smile. “Not if we’re the ones making the magic.”
Wiz looked at Danny and then at Jerry. “Now that’s got possibilities. Suppose we cook up something demon_debug doesn’t work against?”
“Yeah,” Jerry said slowly. “Something that will convince them they don’t ever want to mess with demon_debug again. Danny, stick around after the meeting, will you? I think I know how we can put that arcade-game mind of yours to work.”
Wiz made a check mark on the slate in front of him. “Okay, that gives us a handle on one problem. Now for the other one, keeping humans out of the Wild Wood.”
“I don’t suppose we can just make a law?” Jerry asked hopefully.
Moira snorted and shook her head so violently her copper curls flew in front of her face.
“That is what the Council has been trying. The hunger for land is deep in our farmers and the soil within the Fringe is thin and poor.” She reached up and brushed a strand of hair off her upper lip. —Besides, I think you misread the relation between the Mighty and the people. The Mighty are guardians and protectors, not governors.”
“And right now the Council’s influence with the people is at an all-time low,” Wiz said grimly. Thanks in part to my meddling.
“So we’re gong to need a barrier,” Judith said. “A wall.”
“They would climb a simple wall,” Moira told her. “Or else batter breaches in it.”
“What about your basic wall of fire?” Karl asked.
“How do you keep from burning down the Wild Wood?”
“We could do a line of death,” someone else suggested.
“We don’t want to kill them, just keep them in,” Wiz said.
“An electrified fence?”
“That’s a thought.”
“Yeah,” Danny said, “with mine fields and guard towers!”