DIANE DUANE - A Wizard Alone

Kit andPonch made their way past the stuccokoi pond toward the sliding porch doors,Ponch shaking his head emphatically. Are your ears bothering you Kit said, as the sound of barking came from further inside the house.

Only lately,Ponch said.

Sorry. I ll have a look at the spell later. Kit pushed the patio door to one side and went into Tom s dining room. That space flowed into the living room area, where Tom s desk sat in a corner, past the sofas and the entertainment center. But at the moment all the action was in the kitchen, off to the left, where big, dark-haired Carl, his fellow Advisory wizard, was doing something to the strip lighting that ran below the upper kitchen cupboards. Tom was leaning against the refrigerator, holding a cup of coffee, with the expression of a man who wants nothing to do with whatever s happening.

Hi, Kit, he said, asPonch ran through the kitchen and out the other side, heading toward the bedrooms, where the sheepdogs Annie and Monty were barking at something. Coke

Yeah, thanks. Kit sat down at the table and watched Carl, who was bent over sideways under the upper cupboards and making faces.

I told him to call an expert, Tom said as he fished a can of Coke out of the refrigerator and sat down with Kit at the dining room table, where a number of volumes of theSenior version of the wizard s manual were piled up.

We re expert enough to change the laws of physics temporarily, Carl muttered. How hard can wiring be

With adunk !all the lights in the house went out.

Carl moaned. Kit could just see Tom make a flicking motion with one finger at the circuit-breaker box near the kitchen door, and the lights came back on again. You should stick to physics, Tom said.

Just one more time, Carl said, and went down the stairs to the basement.

This will be the sixth one more time in the past two hours, Tom said. I m hoping he ll see sense before he blows up the transformer at the end of the street. Or maybe the local power station.

Iheard that! said the voice from the basement.

Kit snickered, but not too loudly.

Anyway, Tom said, thanks for coming over. Briefly, one of our wizards is missing, and I d like you to look into it.

This was a new one on Kit. Missing Anybody I know

Hard for me to tell.Here s the listing. Tom pulled down the topmost manual and opened it; the pages riffled themselves to a spot he had bookmarked. It was a page in the master wizards address listing for the New

Yorkarea, and one block of information glowed a soft rose. Kit leaned over to look at it. In the Speech, it said:

McALLISTER, Darryl

18355HempsteadTurnpike

Baldwin,NY11568

(516)555-7384

powerrating: 5.6 +/- .3

status: on Ordeal

initiation: 4777598.3

completion:

durationto present date: 90.3

resolution: nil

Kit stared at the duration figure for a moment: There was something wrong with it. That doesn t look right, he said at last. Did a decimal point get misplaced or something That looks like months.

Itis months, Tom said. Just a whisker over three, which is why it came up for attention today. The manual normally flags such extended Ordeals to be audited by aSenior .

I thought nobody was allowed to interfere with a wizard s Ordeal, Kit said. It s what determines whether you ought to be a wizard in the first place. Whether you can run into the Lone Power and survive

Normally that s true, Tom said. But Ordeals aren t always so clear-cut; they do sometimes go wrong. A resolution can get delayed somehow, or there can be local interference that keeps the resolution from happening. An area s Seniors are allowed a certain amount of information about Ordeals among probationary wizards who d be in theircatchment area if things went right, especially if something goes wrong in a specific sort of way a stuck Ordeal, or a contaminated one. We have some latitude to step in and try to kick that Ordeal back into operation again. While interfering as little as possible.

Kit nodded, glancing to one side as Carl came up from the basement with a very large roll of duct tape. Ah, Tom said. The substance that binds the universe together.

We ll see, Carl said, and benthimself over sideways again.

It s a brute force solution, Tom said. Inelegant. The phone s right there!

Carl ignored him and started doing something with the duct tape.

So now we come to this kid, Tom said, indicating the highlighted listing again.

Clunk! went the circuit breaker, and the house went dark again; only the text on the page in front of them continued to glow, while in the back bedroom the dogs paused, then went on barking. Tom gestured once more at the breaker box, and the lights came on. It s not like he s been physically absent from the area for all this time, as far as I can tell, Tom said. If he were, certainly there would have been something about it in the news, and there s been nothing. But at the same time, this is not a normal duration for a human Ordeal. We need to find out what s going on, but quietly. Do you or Nita know him well enough to look in on him and see what s happening Or do you know anyone who does

Kit shook his head. I can check withNeets , but she s sure never mentioned him to me, Kit said. Why bring me in on this, though You re aSenior ; you d probably be able to tell a lot better than I can what s going on with him.

Well, Tom said, let s put it this way. How come you chose to do a direct transit here rather than just walk over and knock on the front door

Kit was briefly surprised that Tom would bother asking so obvious a question. It s not exactly like you ve got any kids of your own, he said. And if the neighbors keep seeing kids wandering in and out of here every five minutes

Say no more, Tom said. We re on the same wavelength. It s just another facet of the way wizards have to behave in our culture. Attracting attention toyourself is usually unwise. In this particular situation, if people start noticingyou in the neighborhood around the object of our mutual interest, they won t think too much about it it s not far enough from your own stamping grounds to provoke suspicion.Whereas if Carl or I went to investigate personally, notice might be taken. This kind of initial fact-finding is better suited to a wizard of your age.

Besides, Carl said, peering up at the bottom of the cupboard, lately you ve been evincing a certain talent for finding things.

Well,Ponch has, Kit said.

I m not sure he d be producing these results without you as part of the team, Carl said, as he appliedduct tape liberally to the cupboard s underside. Let s not get overly tangled up in details at the moment.

From a man in your position, that has a hollow ring, Tom said.

Sure, go ahead, mock me in my torment.

Anyway, are you willing Tom said. To go over there during the next couple of days See what the kid s doing, physically, talk to him if you can, try to get a sense of what his state of mind is.

Sure, Kit said. Am I allowed to tell him I m a wizard, if he asks

I ll leave that up to you, Tom said. Normally I would suggest that you try to avoid it if possible. You don t want to take the chance of altering his perception of his Ordeal, maybe even making him think you re supposed to be involved in it somehow. But if you can come by any sense of why his Ordeal s taking him so long, I d be glad to hear it.

Carl straightened up. Okay, he said. The strip lights under the cupboards were now actually on. He looked at the light they cast on the counter with some satisfaction. At least now I m going to be able to see what I m cooking without getting blinded. He went over to the wall, turned the dimmer switch.

Clunk!

I could stop by the supermarket on the way home and get you some candles, Kit said as he got up. Fire still works.

Very funny, Carl said. I hope that someday, when duct tape is sticking toyour gray hairs

Kit, Tom said, ignore the whimpering from the sidelines for the moment Be careful not to get sucked in. This youngster may seem very, very stuck when you meet him, and you ve got to resist the temptation to give him help he doesn t need. You could end up endangering yourself, not to mention altering the focus of his Ordeal which could make him fail it.Or worse.

I ll watch out.

Okay. Go see what you can find out. You may want to leave your manual on record when you re talking to him; it may pick up some nuance that you miss at first. He paused. Listen to that, he said.

Kit listened, puzzled. I don t hear anything.

What the master of sarcasm over there means is that the dogs have stopped barking, Carl said. They ve been having some kind of metaphysical discussion for days now. And they re loud about it.

Have they been asking you about the meaning of life Kit said.

Both Tom and Carl gave Kit a look. Uh, yes, Tom said.

Kit covered his face. It s my fault, he said. A new kind ofblackmail, and I know where they got it. They probably want dog biscuits.

New tactic, Tom said wearily, getting up. Old problem. I ll bear it in mind.

Ponchcame lolloping back into the dining room. Kit got up, too. I ll get in touch as soon as I find anything out, Kit said, opening the patio door to letPonch out.

Thanks,fella , Tom said. Daistiho.

Yeah, you go well, too. Well enough not to electrocute somebody, anyway!

They headed back the way they d come, Kit pausing briefly in Tom s backyard with the spell-chain in his hands to adjust the variable that determined how much and how fast the air displaced around their transiting mass when they came out of nowhere. Ponch was bouncing up and down around him, making it difficult for Kit to remember where in the structure of the spell the variable actually was. Would you sitdown he said under his breath toPonch , while passing the softly glowing chain of words through his hands until the little barbed bit sticking out from the variable scratched his skin. Kit held the word up in front of his eyes, squinting at it like someone threading a needle, and managed to catch the delicate outward-hooked tail of the spell character between finger and thumb.

Chicken!Ponch was shouting in his head.Hurry up! It s chicken !

And philosophy goes right out the window, huh Kit said as he twiddled the mass-displacement variable; it shaded down from a bright blue to a darker one. You re a bad influence on those guys, you know that

Me Never. Chicken!

Right, Kit said, folding the variable s tail back in and shaking the spell through a quick sine wave tounkink it. It fell smoothly to the ground and knotted itself. Now sit down or you regonna wind up in two different places, and not in one piece!

Ponchsat down but still managed to bounce a little.

The spell flared up, its blue a little darker this time. A second later they were standing in Kit s backyard again, without the ear-popping effect this time, and the light faded out of the spell.

Better Kit said, winding the spell-chain up and sticking it back in his pocket.

It s fine. I m hungry!Ponch shouted, and ran for the house.

Kit breathed out, feeling hungry, too, and tired. This, at least, had nothing to do with the emotional climate. No wizardry is without its price, and this was the normal reaction toa transit wizardry: a small but significant deduction from Kit s personal energy supply. It was one of the reasons why, as they got older, a lot of wizards spent as much time as they could making sure they were in decent physical shape.

Kit went afterPonch and was surprised not to see his mama and pop eating in the kitchen, as they usually did. He wandered into the living room and found them there on the sofa. Kit s pop was finishing the last of what must have been a second helping ofarrozcon polio , watching the TV screen, while Kit s mama sat next to him, cross-legged, punching the scan button on the remote and looking at the TV with an expression of extreme bemusement.