Taking Flight

Kelder looked at her hopefully, then quickly turned back to the shelves. Directly below the skulls was an impressive array of strangely-shaped bottles, none of them labeled, and he wondered not just what might be in them, but how Perina could tell.

“Do you know it?” Irith asked.

“No, not really,” Perina admitted. “I’ve heard about it, but the Infallible Love Philtre is so much more convenient that I never bothered with it-all those stories about people falling in love with the wrong person, or even with animals!” She shook her head in dismay. “Fendel was a brilliant man, but even the best of us isn’t perfect, and that spell is just nothing but trouble. Whyever did you use it?”

“It’s the only love spell I have,” Irith said. “I didn’t see any others in Kalirin’s book when I was an apprentice.”

“Well, I don’t suppose old-Kalirin, was it? Your master?” Perina asked.

Irith nodded.

“Well, I don’t suppose he had much call for love spells, after all,” Perina said. “It’s too bad.”

Kelder wondered why anyone would make a bottle with two necks, both of them twisted into complete loops. And was there a reason to use blue glass for it?

“So you don’t know the counter?” Irith asked.

“I’m afraid not, my dear,” Perina admitted, patting Irith’s knee again. “I’m so sorry.”

The third shelf held even more bottles, but these were more ordinary-that is, if Kelder ignored the fact that something was moving in that big one second from the left, and that the one fourth from the right was watching him with green glass eyes.

“I do believe it has blood in it somewhere,” Perina said thoughtfully. “I’ve heard that.”

“Virgin’s blood?” Irith asked.

Perina shook her head. “No, I don’t think so,” she said, “but I’m really not sure. Oh, dear.”

Something thin and black from the bottom shelf was reaching out for his leg, Kelder realized; he stepped back suddenly, and almost trod on Irith’s foot. The tendril, or whatever it was, retreated.

“Listen,” Perina said, “if you do find a counterspell, you tell me about it, won’t you? Please? It could be useful, you know.”

“Sure,” Irith said. “And if you hear anything, you’ll tell me?”

“Oh, assuredly!”

The bottom shelf held jars; most of them had no lids, and they all appeared to contain plants, none of which Kelder recognized. The tendril came from something resembling a malevolent cabbage.

Did that qualify as a strange beast, in the terms of Zindre’s predictions? Did those peculiar bottled things? Certainly there was much magic here, though he didn’t know how mighty it was.

“Is there anyone you think might know the countercharm?” Irith asked. “We’re heading west-we thought someone in Ethshar might know.”

Perina considered that carefully, as Kelder moved on to another bookcase. This one actually held books on most of its shelves, which seemed less dangerous.

“I’m sure there are people in Ethshar who would know,” Perina said. “That nice Thorum the Mage, on Wizard Street-if he doesn’t know himself, I’m sure he can find you someone who does, he’s just the sweetest man.”

Irith nodded. Kelder tried to read the titles on a few bindings, and found most were in unfamiliar languages.

“Iridith of Ethshar, if you can find her,” Perina went on. “She seems to know just about everything, I think. But I don’t have any idea at all where she lives-she won’t say.” She smiled oddly, and said, “And of course there’s always Fendel the Great himself-the rumor is that he’s still alive, living like a hermit somewhere in Tintallion or some such place.”

Kelder looked up at that, then back, and blinked. Hadn’t that title been different before?

“For that matter,” Perina mused, “is your old master … What was the name?”

“Kalirin the Clever,” Irith supplied.

“Yes, Kalirin-is he dead?”

“Oh, I think so,” Irith said. “I heard that he was, and I haven’t seen him since, oh, 5025, I think it was.”

“That’s almost two hundred years ago,” Perina said, “so I suppose he must be dead.” She sighed.

Kelder decided that maybe he would do better to just look out a window, and strolled over to one.

“So you don’t have any more ideas?” Irith asked.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” Perina admitted.

Kelder looked out the window and decided maybe that was a mistake after all, because it wasn’t Krithimion on the other side of the glass at all, it was someplace where waves were smashing against black rocks at the foot of a high, curving cliff and ancient, crooked buildings of rough stone stood atop it; the window seemed to be somewhere on the clifftop, looking along the rim, with the sea to the left and the buildings to the right.

That was mighty magic, he was fairly certain.

“As long as we’re here,” Irith said, rising, “Kelder and I are a little short of money just now. Were there any little errands that you’d like done?”