Chapter one
The Star Lords’ warning
When two wizards begin quarreling it is time for sensible men to take cover.
“You young fambly, Khe-Hi!” Evold Scavander spluttered and fumed, his bewhiskered peppery features fairly glowing with baffled fury. “You lord of mumbo jumbo!” I fancied he would explode at any moment. He sneezed, powerfully, and Khe-Hi-Bjanching took a smart step backward, waving a hand before his young and handsome face.
“Now, old man, admit you have no powers to penetrate—”
“Powers! Powers! I’ve had more powers than you’ve had loloo’s eggs for breakfast!” Evold swiped away at his face with a huge square of silk, all bright orange and red and brown. “I tell you, you arrogant puffed-up wizard of Loh, I put no store by this tomfoolery of appearances—”
“I saw, Evold, you ninny! Isaw!”
“You saw the remains of last night’s dopa, you young whippersnapper.” He sneezed again, a veritable gusher of effort. The handkerchief swiped fretfully. “I’m the wizard to the Prince and don’t you forget it!”
“To the Prince you may be anything, old man, I do not doubt. But a wizard!” Here Khe-Hi-Bjanching, that young and superior Wizard of Loh, laughed most sardonically, cutting old San Evold to the quick. “I grant you do have a power, aye, a mighty fine power of drowning a man in your sneezes! But as a wizard you would do well sweeping out the zorcadrome.”
“I’ll — I’ll—”
“What? Cast a spell and turn me into a toad? Well, go on. Try.”
“That mumbo jumbo is for you young fools. I know what I know.”
They were really going at each other now, there on the terrace of my high fortress of Esser Rarioch in Valkanium. Only by chance had I come on them, being troubled in mind and going to find old Evold Scavander. When two wizards quarrel it behooves a mere man to be circumspect about taking himself off, but I stood for a short space in the shadow of a pillar watching them, the pressure on my spirits a little relieved by their antics.
Khe-Hi-Bjanching waxed more vociferous, his white gown with the crimson rope around his waist a blaze of radiance in the streaming light of the suns. “And I know we have had a visitation. If you do not instantly let me pass to report to the Prince he’ll have your head off and have you hanging by the heels from the highest battlements of Esser Rarioch.”
“The Prince would not condone such barbarities. He’d as lief trim your height by a head.”
They went on like fighting cocks. With shrill squeals my younger twins, Segnik and Velia, scampered around the corner. They could run well now and were involved in some activity that made them oblivious to the quarrel. By the time they realized what was going on, a realization matched to their understanding of funny old San Evold and clever San Khe-Hi, Turko the Shield appeared, his face grim, to seize them up with two muscular heaves, one under each arm. He did not see me and
