Accidental Sorcerer (20 page)

'Where does he stand on religion?' said Reg, scratching the side of her head.

'As far away from the church as he can get while still being in New Ottosland.' She sat up a little straighter. 'Why? What's religion got to do with this?'

Gerald looked at Reg, who shrugged again, shorthand for
Get on with it, sunshine.
Oh hell.

'Everything,' he said, bracing himself. 'The king told the Kallarapi delegation that their gods want New Ottosland and Kallarap to join together as one big happy family'

Melissandes jaw dropped.'He told them
what?

'Don't worry, it gets worse,' added Reg. 'What he actually
said
was the Kallarapi gods told him
in person
that they've chosen you to be Zazoor's bride.'

'And the Kallarapi
believed
him?'

He nodded. 'Apparently. They're going back home to give Zazoor the glad tidings.'

Dazed, Melissande slumped against the fountain's centre pedestal. 'In person? How? That's not even remotely possible. It's completely impossible.'

'I think you'll find "impossible" is a relative term, Your Highness.'

She fixed him with a terrible stare. 'Tell me exactly what happened, Gerald.
All
of it.'

So much Jor her being anaesthetised.

By the time he'd finished re-enacting the meeting with Kallarap's delegation, all the hectic colour had drained out of her face, leaving her chalk-white with horror.'No! Lional
wouldn't! And
then she laughed. 'What am I saying? Of course he would! Oh, Melissande, you fool, you idiot. Stupid, stupid,
stupid .
..' Beside herself with anger and regret she started pounding her fist into her leg.

Gerald caught her wrist in his hand. 'Steady on. You'll hurt yourself

'Hurt
myself?' she said, wrenching free. 'I should
behead
myself. He used Tavistock and your stupid bird to make the Kallarapi think their gods, which we aren't even supposed to
know
about, are on his side! And when they realise it was all a put-up job we're going to be up to our eyeballs in a religious war!' She buried her face in her hands. 'Oh,
Gerald.
How could you let him do it?'

And look! It was
his
fault again! 'Let him? Are you saying I could've
stopped
him?'

'You could've tried!' she retorted, raising her face to him once more. Her eyes were brimful of tears again.'You're the court wizard, Gerald. You've got a responsibility to this kingdom and its people to protect them from harm!'

Now hang on, that was just downright unreasonable. 'From
harm,
yes!' he shouted. 'But nobody ever said I had to protect them from the
king\
You left that little detail out of the job description, didn't you, Your Highness?' Stung into movement, he stamped backwards and forwards in front of the fountain. 'In case you hadn't noticed, Melissande, your brother Lional is as mad as a meat axe!'

'He is
notl'
she shouted back.'He's temperamental, I grant you. Impatient. Occasionally insensitive. And yes, all right, sometimes he acts without considering the consequences and then expects other people to clean up the mess! But he's not
madV

As he turned, exploding with baffled outrage, Reg flapped into his face. Hovering with difficulty she said, eyes flashing,'Don't say it don't say it don't
say
it!'

'Say what?' he hissed, sticking out his arm for her to perch on before she had a heart attack. 'I wasn't going to say anything!' He snuck a quick look at Melissande, who was gurgling down the last of the whiskey and surreptitiously wiping away tears.'But you know I'm right. You said it yourself. Lional's stark staring bonkers!'

Reg clacked her beak impatiently. 'Look, Gerald, you know that, I know that, probably the apprentice scullery maid knows that ... but there's no point saying it to
her.
He's family and that'll always come first. At least to someone like Melissande.'

He stared. 'You just called her Melissande. Are you feeling all right?'

Before Reg could stab his eye wtih her beak, the princess cleared her throat. 'Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt or anything but we happen to have a
crisis
on our hands, in case you hadn't noticed!'

/ swear, the Moody woman is as bad as her brother.
'A crisis? Really?' He parked Reg back on the chair and marched to the fountain. 'Are you sure? I thought it was just an interesting variation on the giddy social whirl that is life in the royal court of New Ottosland!'

She glared at him from behind her foggy glasses. 'That's not funny!'

'No? Well, neither was being in that meeting!'

'And for all the good you did, Mr Royal Court Wizard, it's a great pity you
were
in it!'

'Ha. Royal court wizard,' he said bitterly. 'And what a crock
that's
turned out to be. I don't mind telling you, Melissande, accepting this stupid job was the
biggest
mistake of my
lifeV

'And the biggest mistake of
my
life,
Gerald!
she retorted, precariously thrusting her face into his, 'was
offering
it to you!'

They glared at each other, nose to nose. After a fraught moment Reg cleared her throat. 'Entertaining as this is, I don't think it's going to get us very far past a double homicide. I suggest we all take a deep breath and discuss the situation rationally'

'You know,' said Melissande, splashily slumping again,'I was just starting to like you, Gerald. I really thought that together you and I could work to make New Ottosland a better place. But now ...'

Still fuming, he watched as her green eyes overflowed with yet more tears. This time he had the nasty suspicion they came from her heart and not a bottle of whiskey. He crossed his arms and stared at the ceiling.

'Oh, no. You're not getting me with that trick. The tears of a woman are to me as rain on a statue. I am impervious. Unmoved. See?' He looked at her. She was still crying. 'Oh
bugger!
he said, pulled off his Fandawandi silk robe and climbed into the fountain beside her.

Melissande shifted over to make room. 'And this is supposed to make me feel better, is it?' she enquired, sniffing. 'Well, it won't. The only thing that's going to make me feel better is waking up in my bed to discover this has been nothing but a very bad dream.'

Which makes two of us.
'Look, Melissande. I would've stopped the king if I could but everything happened so fast and, to be honest, I was afraid of making things worse.'

She patted his knee. 'It's all right,' she sighed. 'I know what Lional's like when he gets the bit between his teeth. I'm the only one who's ever been able to stop him, and even then, not often. I should've been there. This is my fault, not yours.'

'No, it's Lional's fault,' said Gerald, and covered her hand with his.

Reg glided from the back of her chair to the top of the fountain and looked down at them, her head on one side. 'Go on then, kiss and make up. You know you want to.'

Only the crystal ball's off-key chiming from the workshop saved her.

'What's that racket?' said Melissande.

Still glaring at Reg, Gerald said, 'My crystal ball. Someone's trying to contact me.'

Reg was grinning. 'Better answer it then, sunshine. With any luck it'll be that Markham boy'

Melissande's eyebrows lifted. 'What Markham boy?'

'Afriend,' he said. 'Who may have some information that can help get us out of this mess.'

She shoved the wet hair away from her face. 'Gerald Dunwoody. You haven't gone blabbing about this to a complete
stranger,
have you?'

'Monk's not a stranger. He's my very good friend.'

'Well he's not
my
very good friend! I don't have any friends, unless you count Boris. And Rupert. And
don't
bother telling me how pathetic that is,' she added to Reg. 'I know perfectly well how pathetic that is.'

'It's all right,' Gerald assured her hastily. 'You can trust Monk. And no, he doesn't know anything.'

'Then how can he possibly help?'

'Blimey,' said Reg, rolling her eyes. 'Make up your mind, ducky'

As Melissande threw a handful of water at her he summoned the chiming crystal ball with a hurried'
Ventifastioso!

A moment later it floated into the foyer and came to a gentle halt midair in front of him, pulsing an urgent bright blue. As he waved his hand in front of it the pulsing stopped, the blue faded, and Monk appeared in the depths of the crystal, cutting off a chime in mid-ring.

'Ooo-kay,' he said, a grin spreading slowly over his face.'I'm not even going to ask.'

'Good,' said Gerald, acutely aware of Melissande squashed damply beside him. 'What have you found out?'

Monk waved a reproving finger. 'Hang on, hang on, not so fast. Aren't you going to introduce me?' 'Do I have to?'

'Only if you want my help.'

He sighed. 'Monk, Her Royal Highness Princess Melissande. Your Highness, Monk Markham. There. You're introduced. Now I'm kind of in the middle of something here, so -'

Monk grinned. 'No kidding.'

'MarkhamV

Monk relented. 'AH right! Keep your hat on, Dunnywood.' Another grin. 'And everything else while you're at it.'

You can't kill him, you need him.
'Monk. Have you managed to track down any of those wizards yet?'

'One. Sort of,' said Monk. 'Bottomley. The others are all foreign nationals, that takes more time.'

'What do you mean, sort of?'

Monk shrugged. 'I mean I've got him entering New Ottosland, but not leaving.'

Melissande shoved herself into the ball's field of vision.'Do you mean
Humphrct
Bottomley?'

'Yes, Your Highness.'

'And why are you investigating the whereabouts of Humphret Bottomley?'

'Because Gerald asked me to.'

Thanks, Monk.
'Look, Melissande,' said Gerald. 'I'll explain later.'

She glowered. 'You certainly will.' She turned back to the crystal ball. 'I don't know where you learned this, Mr Markham, but I suggest you recheck your source of information. Humphret Bottomley certainly
did
leave New Ottosland. Months ago, and good riddance.'

'Call me Monk,' said Monk, cheerfully. 'Your Highness, I don't know what to tell you. Two weeks after he started work at your brother's court his family got a letter saying he'd been offered an even better position somewhere else and he'd contact them when he got there. But they've not heard a peep from him since. There's an official investigation been launched but I don't know what it's found out, and if 1 start poking around asking questions -'

Alarmed, Gerald straightened.'Hell, no, don't do that! The last thing I need is the DoT noticing me.' He chewed at his thumb. 'How soon will you be able to track down the others?'

'How should I know? I'm a wizard, Gerald, not a miracle-worker,' Monk said severely. 'Trust me, I'll call you when I've got any news.'

He couldn't ask for more than that. 'Thanks, Monk, I really appreciate it. Talk to you soon, bye!' And he severed the connection before any awkward questions could be asked.

Melissande poked him. 'Are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to -'

'Yes. But first -' He sent the crystal ball back to the workshop then, with a certain amount of grunting and scraped shins, clambered out of the fountain and held out his hand.'Your Highness?'

She let him assist her back to dry land. 'Thank you.'There was a pause as she extracted a distressed goldfish from her decolletage and dropped it back into the water. Then, cheeks pink, she cleared her throat. 'Ah ... look, Gerald ...'

With a wave of his hand and a hex muttered under his breath, he dried them both off. 'It's all right, Melissande. The idea of marrying Sultan Zazoor would drive anyone to drink.'

Her lips twitched. 'Marrying Zazoor and the rest of it. Gerald, what are we going to
do?'

'Find a way out of this that doesn't involve gods, swords and blood leaking all over the place," he replied. 'The reason I asked Monk to find my predecessors is so I can ask them for any tips on how to keep Lional in line.
Now
I'm thinking I need to know if they managed to dig up any dirt on him.'

Her eyebrows shot up.
'Dirt?'

He cleared his throat. 'Yes. Sorry. But if he's as bent on gaining acceptance on the world stage as you say, the chance of being cold-shouldered by all the other nations might be the only thing to make him think twice!' He pulled a face.'Which I suppose is treason.'

Melissande managed a swift, wry smile. 'You
suppose?'
Then she sighed. 'Oh well. We'll be skipping hand-in-hand to the headsman then, because I have no intention of marrying Zazoor even if he wants me, which he won't. The next time I see Lional I'm going to tell him where he can stick his wedding plans.'

Uh-oh. Brave but foolhardy, surely. 'Is that a good idea?'

'Probably not,' she said, her expression grim. 'But at least it'll take his mind off the Kallarapi for a while. And that might buy your friend Monk enough time to find Bondaningo and the others.

Unless ...' She looked suddenly hopeful. 'Surely today's fiasco would put any number of important nations off-side? If you threatened to tell -'

'I can't do that!'

"Why not?'

'Because chances are the king would call my bluff and I'm as culpable as he is! I aided and abetted in duping the Kallarapi. Not only will I get clobbered for that, they'll find out about Tavistock -'

'And me,' added Reg, flapping from the chair to his shoulder.

He rubbed her wing with the side of his finger. 'Yes. And Reg. I can't risk -'

Melissande frowned. 'You're not telling me Reg is some kind of bewitched criminal, are you? Because that would certainly explain a lot.'

He shook his head. 'No. She's not a criminal. And she really does grow on you, I promise.'

'So does fungus,' Melissande observed. 'Are they related?'

'Oy!' said Reg.

'The thing is,' he said quickly, 'Reg is -- unusual - and the fewer people who know about her the better.'