My Fair Godmother (14 page)

and we passed through the forest with only the birds and a grazing doe taking note of us.

Eventually we came to the castle walls. The guards let us in without question. They knew who Tristan was and he told them I was a lady from his land who wanted to pay her respects to Princess Margaret.

We brought our horses to the stables and Tristan gave a boy some coins to tend to them. Then Tristan walked to the armory to buy spears and order armor, a task that would take a good part of the afternoon since he had to be measured for it. I made my way toward the castle.

I had expected the grounds to be mostly empty, but it looked like a miniature version of a city within the walls.

Several shops lined the castle perimeter. Chickens ran free, pecking at the grounds one moment and then scurrying out of the way of pedestrians the next. Washerwomen set linens out to dry. Others pulled buckets of water from the well.

Some men unloaded large barrels from a wagon and I heard them discussing the banquet that would be held in three days’ time. It was the twenty-fifth anniversary of the inauguration of King Roderick, and they were expecting guests from all over the kingdom.

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now, I only knew what little Tristan had told me yesterday and a few more facts he’d mentioned on the ride up.

According to Tristan, the Black Knight had first ridden to the castle gates several months ago, challenging the knights of the court. Now that no one would accept his challenges, he only came every couple of weeks. He’d sit atop his black warhorse just beyond the drawbridge and shout, “Are there no knights who support the heir of the throne? Is not Prince Edmond capable of defending his title?”

This was the sort of thing that basically angered and embarrassed the court. Once, while the Black Knight was shouting all of this, Prince Edmond had sent six guards to knock him off his horse, drag him inside, and make his identity known. But the Black Knight had defeated all of them. Their swords had simply bounced off him like they’d been nothing more than twigs. That’s why everyone thought he was enchanted.

After that incident, the Black Knight vowed that one day soon he would come back and take revenge for such treatment. If anyone found the courage to fight him in the meantime, they could ring the tower bell three times to signal a competition to be fought just outside the castle walls.

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Knight. It wouldn’t be normal, however, if a visitor started spitting up snakes during the conversation. I hadn’t told Tristan about that little habit of mine.

I also worried that Princess Margaret would recognize me as Cinderella. True, it had been eight months ago and I’d been dressed in rags and smeared with soot when I met her, but what if she was one of those people who never forgot a face— especially if it was a face that had dumped a pitcher of mead over a noblewoman’s head? Would the princess assume I was an impostor?

I was thinking about these things so intently that I almost didn’t notice the man. I only saw him because all the children had stopped playing and stood in an eager line to watch him come out of the castle.

“It’s Lord Pergis,” they whispered to one another.

“Perchance he’ll do some magic for us.” I stopped walking and looked at the man. He had a full gray beard, eyebrows sprouting in disarray over deep-set eyes, and a cap that looked more like it belonged on a peasant than anyone of importance. He wore an embroidered maroon robe that nearly swept the ground, and the circles and stars on the fabric shimmered as he strode out of the castle and walked toward a wagon.

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even bigger and looked considerably heavier than the one I’d brought with me. My gaze automatically stopped on him, the way it does whenever a good-looking guy comes into view. He had thick dark hair and brown eyes that reminded me for a moment of Hunter. His maroon robe—just as long as the wizard’s but without any em-broidery—hid most of his build, but his shoulders were broad, and I could tell by the ease with which he hauled the pack around that he was muscular.

The two men walked over to a wagon that waited in the courtyard. One of the bigger children pushed a little boy forward. “Ask him. Ask the wizard to do a trick for us.”

“Not I,” said the little one. “He might turn me into a rabbit.”

I didn’t blame him for being scared. The wizard had a scowl on his face and muttered things under his breath as he and his apprentice unloaded his pack into the wagon.

I walked over to him anyway. Wizards knew magic.

Perhaps they knew how to undo fairy spells put on people through signing foolish contracts.

He didn’t look at me as I approached, just kept unloading flasks, dried plants, and several objects I couldn’t identify. I heard him mumbling angrily, and as I approached the wagon I could make out his words.

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“Queen Neferia didn’t find me worthless. She’s been happy enough with my wares. Twice she’s bought my disguise potion. And a magic mirror. Paid me well, too.

But now I’m worthless because I’ve nothing to defeat the Black Knight. As if I could break the laws of magic. The royals know nothing of the ways of enchantments. Nothing. Aye, there’s a lesson for you to mark, Simon.” He turned to his apprentice and waved a bundle of something to emphasize the point. “When royalty is too important to learn the ways of magic and too impatient to listen to the instructions of wizards, it will be their downfall.”

I waited to catch his eye and when I didn’t, I said, “Excuse me—”

Without looking up he said, “I’m all out of love charms, and even if I wasn’t, I only sell to royalty or them that have magic to trade.” He glanced up, squinted in my direction, and then added, “Bah, you don’t need love charms anyway. What are you wasting my time for?” He waved a dismissive hand at me, then continued to unpack. “Just swoon a bit for your gentleman and that should do the trick. Off with you now.” I didn’t move, and neither did Simon. He’d stopped unpacking and was blatantly appraising me until the wizard nudged him. Then Simon went back to sorting 192/431

things in the wagon, but I took a step closer to the wizard. “I’m not looking for a love charm.” The wizard took a pair of small wooden boxes from his apprentice and stacked them in the wagon. “It matters not. I see no crown on your head, and I only sell to royals. They like it that way, so unless you’ve magic to trade with me, I’ve nothing more to say.” Muttering to himself again he added, “I’ve stayed in these parts too long.”

“I have some things you might like.” I walked over to his side. “I have instant fire on little sticks. Here, I’ll show you.” I had some of the valuables I’d brought from home in a satchel tied around my hip. I took out the box of matches and struck one. “See how easy it is?” He grunted, unimpressed. “Any wizard’s apprentice can make fire out of naught. What else do you have?” I pulled out a spoon from my pouch. “A place setting of silverware that never needs to be polished.” He took the spoon from my hand and turned it over in his palm. “Nicely made, but my clients have servants to polish their silver. What else do you have?”

“Tylenol.” I took a medium-size bottle out of my satchel. “One or two pills will kill pain and bring down fevers.”

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“Fever cure. Now that’s useful magic.” He took the bottle from my hand and tapped the side. “I see the bottle is enchanted too.”

“It’s plastic; that means it keeps water out and it won’t break if you drop it. Here, this is how you open it.” I lined up the arrows and flipped the lid off, showed it to him, then snapped it back on.

His eyes widened and he nodded happily. “Ahh, it’s fine magic. What do you ask for it?”

“Do you have anything to break spells?” He humphed at me as though I ought to know better than to ask such a question. “Breaking spells is a complicated business. I couldn’t do it for all the wealth the royal family is promising, and I can’t do it for you. Is it the Black Knight’s armor that is enchanted? His sword?

Himself? Where came his magic from? I’ll never be able to get close enough to tell so I can give no counterspells.”

“I didn’t mean the Black Knight’s spell. I was thinking of a spell a fairy put on a friend.” Before I could explain what had happened, the wizard shook his head. “There are as many fairy spells as there are flowers. It’s near impossible to know the recipe for undoing a specific one. Casting a spell is like throwing mice into your neighbor’s barn. Easy enough to do, but 194/431

near impossible to undo.” He turned the Tylenol bottle in his hand, clearly displeased to have to give it back.

“Is there anything I could do to make a spell better, to modify it somehow?”

“Not unless you know someone with a better enchantment who’s willing to switch.”

“To switch?” I repeated.

A grimace crossed the wizard’s face. “I should have thought of it when I was talking to the prince.” His grip tightened on the bottle. “I do have some switching potion. It’s an obscure bit of magic. Takes years to make a single batch. He can’t fault me for not remembering.

How often are two enchanted people in the same place?” The wizard looked at the castle as though debating whether or not to go back inside.

“I want to buy it,” I said. Because even though it wouldn’t break Tristan’s enchantment, it suddenly occurred to me I could still help him defeat the Black Knight. I could switch enchantments with the knight and then he would no longer be invincible.

Simon, who’d been busy placing things into the wagon, stopped his work. His hands froze somewhere among the bottles and boxes, and he turned a pair of startled eyes in my direction. I knew he wanted to say something, but the wizard didn’t give him time.

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“You want to buy it?” The wizard’s voice changed so quickly—suddenly all business—that I wondered if his speech about selling it to King Roderick was just for my benefit. He pulled at his beard thoughtfully. “Such an important commodity is expensive. It will cost you the pills, the fire sticks, and the silverware.” I fingered the spoon, suddenly unsure. This could be either a very good decision or a great financial loss. I glanced at Simon, but he was no longer looking at me.

He’d gone back to putting things into the wagon with a grimace set fiercely on his face.

“How does it work?” I asked.

The wizard dug through things in his wagon, sending some of them spilling in a noisy clatter as he retrieved a small mirror. Before I could question what it was, he took my hand in his bony grasp and held it under the mirror. Almost as quickly, he released my hand and held the mirror up to study. His eyes squinted and his eyebrows drew together like two furry caterpillars. “Ahh,” he said. “So you
are
under an enchantment. Certainly not the worst I’ve encountered. Still, I can understand why you’d want to switch with someone.” I took the mirror from his hand to see what he was looking at. On its face, and fading as I watched, were the words:
When said occupant tells a lie, a reptile or amphibian will appear on his or her tongue
.

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The wizard took the mirror from me and tucked it back into the wagon. He sorted through several more items and finally pulled out a blue clay jar no taller than his thumb. He wiped off the dust with the sleeve of his tunic until the bottle shone like a robin’s egg. “This is the potion you need, m’lady, and this is how it works. As you know, a kiss can be powerful magic—” He must have seen my blank look because he added impatiently, “A kiss can awaken a princess from an enchanted sleep. It can break the spell that keeps a prince in the form of a frog.”

I nodded, at last remembering my fairy-tale lore.

“Right. A kiss. Powerful magic.” He swirled the bottle, mixing the contents, and looked firmly into my eyes. “But once you drink of this potion your kiss will lose that power. For seven days, anyone who you kiss or who kisses you—anyone who carries an enchantment— will take yours from you and leave you theirs.” His eyes grew stern, as though I needed to be told the next part. “Therefore, you mustn’t tell anyone of your state or the way the enchantments pass. If you do, you risk all sorts of folks with bad enchantments trying to give you theirs.

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moment he didn’t seem like a man making a business deal, but like my father warning me about something he thought I’d probably do anyway. “So don’t be rash or impulsive. Magic is a downfall to those who don’t think it through. Make certain you want another’s enchantment before you kiss them.”

But I was already certain. After all, if the Black Knight wasn’t enchanted, then kissing him wouldn’t change me at all. And if he was enchanted, well, then I knew what the enchantment was, and I wouldn’t mind having it. Invincibility. I reached into my purse, took out the match-box and the silverware, and handed them to him. “Can I buy the mirror too?”

He shook his head as he tucked the things I’d given him into his wagon. “What is a wizard without his divining tools? Besides, it most likely wouldn’t do you any good. They that have favorable enchantments usually wear gloves for just that reason.” The wizard pulled the cork from the switching potion and handed it to me. “Drink up, m’lady.” I took the bottle from him, but hesitated. Simon had caught my attention again, and was looking at me with agitation, one hand clenched far too tightly on the edge of the wagon. Perhaps the wizard wasn’t telling me everything, or perhaps this was just a bad idea.

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Magic
was
dangerous. That had been my problem since the beginning. I’d tried to use fairy magic to solve problems that were best left alone. I’d gotten Tristan in-to a terrible predicament and now I owed it to him to help him however I could. If that meant taking some risks, well, it had to be done.