"I expect so," said Cutangle shortly, and grabbed the nearest wizard, who was tottering under the weight of a dozen grimoires. The man stared at him as if he were a ghost, looked sideways at Granny, and dropped the books on the floor. The librarian winced.
"Archchancellor?" gasped the wizard, "you"re alive? I mean-we heard you"d been spirited away by-" he looked at Granny again, "-I mean, we thought-Treatle told us-"
"Oook," said the librarian, shooing some pages back between their covers.
"Where are young Simon and the girl? What have you done with them?" Granny demanded.
"They-we put them over here," said the wizard, backing away. "Um-"
"Show us," said Cutangle. "And stop stuttering, man, you think you"d never seen a woman before."
The wizard swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.
"Certainly. And-I mean-please follow me-um-"
"You weren"t going to say anything about the lore, were you?" asked Cutangle.
"Um-no, Archchancellor."
"Good."
They followed hard on his trodden-down heels as he scurried between the toiling wizards, most of whom stopped working to stare as Granny strode past.
"This is getting embarra.s.sing," said Cutangle, out of the corner of his mouth. "I shall have to declare you an honorary wizard."
Granny stared straight ahead and her lips hardly moved.
"You do," she hissed, "and I will declare you an honorary witch."
Cutangle"s mouth snapped shut.
Esk and Simon were lying on a table in one of the side reading-rooms, with half a dozen wizards watching over them. They drew back nervously as the trio approached, with the librarian swinging along behind.
"I"ve been thinking," said Cutangle. "Surely it would be better to give the staff to Simon? He is is a wizard, and-" a wizard, and-"
"Over my dead body," said Granny. "Yours, too. They"re getting their power through him, do you want to give them more?"
Cutangle sighed. He had been admiring the staff, it was one of the best he had seen.
"Very well. You"re right, of course."
He leaned down and laid the staff on Esk"s sleeping form, and then stood back dramatically.
Nothing happened.
One of the wizards coughed nervously.
Nothing continued to happen.
The carvings on the staff appeared to be grinning.
"It"s not working," said Cutangle, "is it?"
"Ook."
"Give it time," said Granny.
They gave it time. Outside the storm strode around the sky, trying to lift the lids off houses.
Granny sat down on a pile of books and rubbed her eyes. Cutangle"s hands strayed toward his tobacco pocket. The wizard with the nervous cough was helped out of the room by a colleague.
"Ook," said the librarian.
"I know!" said Granny, so that Cutangle"s half-rolled homemade shot out of his nerveless fingers in a shower of tobacco.
"What?"
"It"s not finished!"
"What?"
"She can"t use the staff, of course," said Granny, standing up.
"But you said she swept the floors with it and it protects her and-" Cutangle began.
"Nonono," said Granny. "That means the staff uses itself or it uses her, but she"s never been able to use it it, d"you see?"
Cutangle stared at the two quiet bodies. "She should be able to use it. It"s a proper wizard"s staff."
"Oh," said Granny. "So she"s a proper wizard, is she?"
Cutangle hesitated.
"Well, of course not. You can"t ask us to declare her a wizard. Where"s the precedent?"
"The what?" asked Granny, sharply.
"It"s never happened before."
"Lots of things have never happened before. We"re only born once."
Cutangle gave her a look of mute appeal. "But it"s against the l-"
He began to say "lore," but the word mumbled into silence.
"Where does it say it?" said Granny triumphantly. "Where does it say women can"t be wizards?"
The following thoughts sped through Cutangle"s mind: ...It doesn"t say it anywhere, it says it everywhere.
...But young Simon seemed to say that everywhere is much like nowhere that you can"t really tell the difference.
...Do I want to be remembered as the first Archchancellor to allow women into the University? Still...I"d be remembered that"s for sure.
...She really is a rather impressive woman when she stands in that sort of way.
...That staff has got ideas of its own.
...There"s a sort of sense to it.
...I would be laughed at.
...It might not work.
...It might work.
She couldn"t trust them. But she had no choice.
Esk stared at the terrible faces peering down at her, and the lanky bodies, mercifully cloaked.
Her hands tingled.
In the shadow-world, ideas are real. The thought seemed to travel up her arms.
It was a buoyant sort of thought, a thought full of fizz. She laughed, and moved her hands apart, and the staff sparkled in her hands like solid electricity.
The Things started to chitter nervously and one or two at the back started to lurch away. Simon fell forward as his captor hastily let go, and he landed on his hands and knees in the sand.
"Use it!" he shouted. "That"s it! They"re frightened!"
Esk gave him a smile, and continued to examine the staff. For the first time she could see what the carvings actually were.
Simon s.n.a.t.c.hed up the pyramid of the world and ran toward her.
"Come on!" he said. "They hate it!"
"Pardon?" said Esk.
"Use the staff," said Simon urgently, and reached out for it. "Hey! It bit me!"
"Sorry," said Esk. "What were we talking about?" She looked up and regarded the keening Things as it were for the first time. "Oh, those those. They only exist inside our heads. If we didn"t believe in them, they wouldn"t exist at all."
Simon looked around at them.
"I can"t honestly say I believe you," he said.
"I think we should go home now," said Esk. "People will be worrying."
She moved her hands together and the staff vanished, although for a moment her hands glowed as though they were cupped around a candle.
The Things howled. A few of them fell over.
"The important thing about magic is how you don"t use it," said Esk, taking Simon"s arm.
He stared at the crumbling figures around him, and grinned foolishly.
"You don"t don"t use it?" he queried. use it?" he queried.
"Oh yes," said Esk, as they walked toward the Things. "Try it yourself."
She extended her hands, brought the staff out of the air, and offered it to him. He went to take it, then drew back his hand.
"Uh, no," he said, "I don"t think it likes me much."
"I think it"s all right if I give it to you. It can"t really argue with that," said Esk.
"Where does it go go?"
"It just becomes an idea of itself, I think."
He reached out his hand again and closed his fingers around the shining wood.
"Right," he said, and raised it in the cla.s.sical revengeful wizard"s pose. "I"ll show them!" he said, and raised it in the cla.s.sical revengeful wizard"s pose. "I"ll show them!"
"No, wrong."
"What do you mean, wrong? I"ve got the power!"
"They"re sort of-reflections of us," said Esk. "You can"t beat your reflections, they"ll always be as strong as you are. That"s why they draw nearer to you when you start using magic. And they don"t get tired. They feed off magic, so you can"t beat them with magic. No, the thing is...well, not using magic because you can"t, that"s no use at all. But not using magic because you can can, that really upsets them. They hate the idea. If people stopped using magic they"d die."
The Things ahead of them fell over each other in their haste to back away.
Simon looked at the staff, then at Esk, then at the Things then back at the staff.
"This needs a lot of thinking about," he said uncertainly "I"d really like to work this out."
"I expect you"ll do it very well."
"Because you"re saying that the real power is when you go right through magic and out the other side."
"It works, though, doesn"t it?"
They were alone on the cold plain now. The Things were distant stick-figures.
"I wonder if this is what they mean by sorcery?" said Simon.