"I feel funny," came Moira’s voice again. "So dizzy."
Wiz’s jaw dropped. The voice was coming from Fluffy, the little red dragon.
"Oh my God!"
FOUR
THE LADY AND THE DRAGON
Wiz Zumwalt stood at the window staring sightlessly at the snowscape below. The wan sun was painting the tops of the clouds sullen red as it sank toward the horizon. Guardsmen manned the castle walls at close intervals and in the growing gloom he could see blue witchfire flicker about one or two towers as the wizards within them worked protective spells.
Listlessly he wiped his Breath fog from the diamond panes with his sleeve. He probably should have been with the other wizards but he couldn’t concentrate. Instead Danny was handling things. Nothing had happened for hours.
"Excuse me, My Lord." Bronwyn, the castles chief healer, was standing behind him. Her square face and brown eyes were grave, but then Bronwyn always looked serious.
"How is she? I mean, how is the dragon?"
"I think ’she’ is most appropriate for now," the chief healer said. Then she paused to pick her words. "Lord, such things are not unknown. Wizards have inhabited others’ bodies by similar methods before. The adepts of the Dark League more commonly, but even the Mighty of the Norm have resorted to the tactic on occasion. As a result we know a good deal about the condition and its effects."
Wiz brushed all that aside. "But is she going to be all right?-
"Her spirit and her intelligence, her ka, if you will, are safe for now," Bronwyn said.
"For now?"
The healer fixed him with her steady brown eyes. "A human in a dragon’s body is not a natural combination. Still less when the dragon is not yet full-grown and intelligent. Such mixtures are not stable."
"Meaning what?"
"If it is allowed to go on long enough, deterioration sets in. The personalities become mixed, degenerate and the level of intelligence descends to match the body. Once that happens there is no restoring the human personality even if it is returned to its body."
Wiz’s breath caught in his throat. "How long have we got?"
Bronwyn shrugged. "Weeks, perhaps a pair of moons. Moira’s personality is strong, so that works in our favor. But the dragon is an alien animal and not intelligent in his own right. That works against us."
Wiz turned from her and slammed his fist into the stone wall. He left a dark smear of blood where his knuckles hit but he didn’t notice.
"We are doing everything we can, Lord."
"I know you are. Thanks Bronwyn. Uh, how’s Jerry?"
"I think he will be well. We think the things attempted to do the same thing to him but you foiled them by your attack. For now he sleeps the enchanted sleep. He will awake in his own time, but we do not know now long it will be. Several days at least"
"Well, thanks." He turned back to the window.
"My Lord, there is something else you should know."
Wiz turned and looked at her.
"Telling you this violates a confidence, but you are party to the situation and I do not think Moira will tell you herself."
The healer hesitated. Clearly violating a confidence did not come easy to her.
"She was-is-pregnant."
"What?"
Bronwyn regarded him soberly. "She is with child, perhaps two moons along."
"But I didn’t know! I mean, why didn’t she tell me?"
"She wanted to be sure. Then she intended to tell you, after the fair. She did not want you to worry during the festivities. Now"-Bronwyn shrugged-"I do not believe she is thinking clearly."
Wiz sank back against the stone wall. "Oh my God. Oh my God."
The healer watched him closely but did not move toward him. "I know it is a shock to find out like this. Still, it is best that you know."
"We’d been trying:" was all he could get out.
With a healer’s instinct Bronwyn ignored his tears. "As you well know it is uncommon for a witch to become pregnant. The practice of magic drains the vital energies and makes it hard for a magician to either father or conceive a child. Still, with patience, persistence and a little luck:" The healer shrugged. Wiz nodded dumbly. Moira had consulted Bronwyn several times in her efforts to conceive. He remembered the earlier byplay between Shauna and Moira. Now he understood.
"What: what should we do?"
Bronwyn shook her head. "Lord, this is beyond my experience. All we can do is to do the best we can to reunite Moira with her body." She paused. "I have no reason to believe that the separation will harm the child."
Wiz sat heavily on a bench beside the window. "Thanks, Bronwyn."
"If there is aught else I can do? Something to help you sleep perhaps?"
"No, I’ll be all right. There’s things I need to do."
The healer nodded and withdrew, leaving Wiz to his thoughts.
Night and fog closed around the Wizards’ Keep, black, damp and almost palpable. The lamps burned in Bal-Simba’s workroom where the leader of the Council of the North sat and thought.
There was a single knock at the door. Bal-Simba gestured and Arianne entered.
"Any sign?" the giant black wizard asked.
The Watchers can find nothing. Not even sign of anything unusual."
"To be expected, I fear."
"Lord, you know that Moira was pregnant?"
Bal-Simba nodded. "Bronwyn told me." He sank his chin into a meaty palm. "I wonder if that was what attracted this creature to her?"
Arianne’s eyes went wide at the thought. Then she bit her lip. That implies somewhat unpleasant things about our enemy," she said neutrally.
"Very unpleasant indeed." He sighed. "Beyond the fact that it was Moira, this business has aspects I do not like at all."
"Our enemy seems powerful."
"Powerful, strange and malign," Bal-Simba agreed. "Since the Sparrow has been among us we have seen the magic of elves and even things not entirely of this world. But never magic of the sort I saw today."
Arianne, who had stayed at the Wizards’ Keep to organize the defenses cocked a questioning eyebrow.
"Have you ever dealt with a viper?" Bal-Simba asked. "Something small and mindless yet full of menace and the single desire to harm? That was what those things were like."
"Yet even a viper has reason," Arianne said. They act so to defend themselves or because they are frightened."