A Bad Spell in Yurt - Wizard of Yurt - 1 by C. Dale Brittain

Author:C. Dale Brittain [Brittain, C. Dale]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Fantasy Fiction
ISBN: 9780671720759
Google: 015l9B5yJ8EC
Amazon: 0671720759
Publisher: Baen
Published: 1991-07-01T07:00:00+00:00

But permeating these innocuous dark stone rooms was an almost overwhelming sense of evil. I stopped and listened. I heard a very faint pattering noise, which could have been dripping water, could have been rats, and could have been nothing.

I tried to think clearly and calmly to combat the irrational fear that threatened to overwhelm me. Dominic had known there was an evil spel on the king, I told myself, forcing my feet to proceed down the passage. He didn't just think the king was sick, but thought magic must be implicated. Therefore, he knew more than he had told me about how that spel was cast.

I paused and listened again. There was no sound other than my own breathing. Even though Dominic knew something about the spel , I continued my reasoning, he stil wanted it overcome. Therefore, he himself had not been responsible. I returned to a thought I had had long ago, that he was sheltering someone, most likely the queen. Could she have tried to put an evil spel on the king, which Dominic then wanted to overcome, even though he loved her too much to accuse her?

But Dominic might not know as much as he thought. He clearly believed, with the old wizard, that the north tower was stil locked, and had had no inkling of the evil now settled in the cel ars.

I forced my feet to start moving again, although at this point I was starting to feel what could only be a terminal il ness, caused by black magic, sweeping through my body. This of course is the weakness of being a wizard; we are much more accessible to magic influences than ordinary people. Water splashed onto my socks with the next step; I had been fol owing the passage slightly downhil , and the floor had gone from being damp to being flooded.

I murmured the spel that should have lifted me six inches above the water, to continue down the passage suspended in air. Nothing happened at al .

At this point, rationality lost. I turned and ran back toward daylight, the magic globe bouncing madly at the end of the string. At the door, I hesitated. I could not hear anything behind me, but I didn't want whatever was in there coming out. I made myself gather up some of the debris from the first storeroom and stuffed it into the smal opening in the iron door. I held it in place with the best magic lock I could manage.

With the sight of daylight before me, I was able to control my heartbeat enough to wait one more minute. I cal ed, "Kitty, kitty, kitty," not wanting to leave any cat trapped in the cel ars. But when no cat appeared, I slammed the door, turned the iron key, and put an additional magic lock on the latch as wel .

Back out in the narrow staircase, leaning against the stone wal , I slowly stopped feeling as though I were about to die.

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