DIANE DUANE - A Wizard Alone

• Название: A Wizard Alone
• Автор: DIANE DUANE
• Жанр: Детская фантастика

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Nita stared at that for a long moment, never having seen anything like it on her listing before.  Optional 

Since when amI  optional  !

She sat there looking at the listing for a few seconds longer.Jeez , she thought,that sounded more likeDairine than me 

It was still a strange listing. And the longer she looked at it, the less she liked it.

But that brought her to her next order of business for the morning. Reluctantly, Nita got up and went across the hall toDairine s room.  Dari   she said, knocking on the door and knowing what was going to come next.

 Ngggg,said a voice from inside.

 Get up.

 In a minute.

 Don t make me laugh, Dari. Say it in the Speech.

Nita grimaced.Dairine was twisty and shifty in all kinds of ways, but even now, even angry and upset with life as she was, she would not dare say anything in the Speech that wasn t true.  Dairiiiiiiiiine 

A pause. Must you be so disgustingly responsible at this hour of the morning 

 Yes,  Nita said, unimpressed by either the volume or the sentiment.  Get up,Dairine . I have things to do besides deal withyou all morning.

 Then go do them, and give them my regards.

 Not a chance. Get up.

 No.

And so it went for another fifteen minutes or so. Nita s temper started fraying. Imight have seen the daybreak , she thought,but I m still going to be late forMillman , thanks toDairine .Again.

I ve had about enough of this!

Nita held out her hand for her manual, which obligingly picked itself up off her desk and came cruising along into the hall. She plucked it out of the air and began paging through it.Okay, today s the day , she thought.Today I actually usethat spell instead of just thinking about it. But I have to add something fast . Nita spent a moment wondering under which category she would find the addition she was contemplating for the wizardry she had in mind.Well, it s a teleport, but now it s complex rather than strictly inanimate    Dairine,  Nita said.  This is just another cheap attempt not to go to school.

 It s not an attempt.

 Uh-huh. We ll see about that.Okay, here we go. The shape of the wizardry s a little weird now, but if I constrain the feeder end of the spell like this  and this Yeah. Quick and dirty, but it ll do the job .  You really ought to think about the consequences of your actions,  Nita said,  especially insofar as they affect what Dad sgonna have to say to you when school calls him at work to find out where you are.

 Nita, that s my problem, not yours, so why don t you just butt out for a change instead of trying to run everybody s life. You re no replacement for Mom, no matter what you may think you re doing, and 

A tirade, Nita thought, already halfway through the spell.Good . She paused just long enough to admit to herself that the remark about their mom did, indeed, really hurt, and then went on with the spell.Dairine was meanwhile still in full flow.    when you come to your senses again, some time in the next century, you may discover that OWl

From insideDairine s bedroom came a loud thump, the sound of a body hitting the floor or, more accurately, parts of a body hitting the floor, and parts of it coming down hard on some of the many and varied things thatDairine routinely shoved underneath her bed. One-handed, Nita snapped her manual shut with a feeling of profound satisfaction.

 Where s my bed ! Dairine shrieked.

 It s on Pluto,  Nita said.  On the winter side, somewhere nice and dark and quiet, where you won t find it if you look all day which you re not going to have time to do, because you ll be in school.

 Hah! I ll sleep inyour bed!

 Youhate my bed,  Nita said.  My mattress is too hard for you. And what s more, my bed and every other piece of furniture in this house have been instructed that after I leave, they re to teleport any living creature they touch right into the part of school where you re scheduled to be at that particular moment in time. How you explain your appearance there is going to beyour problem.

 I ll take the wizardry apart.

 I ve password-locked it. If you want, you can spend all day trying to unlock it from outside the house  and thenstill have to explain to Dad why you weren t in school again.After he s just spent an hour discussing the same subject with your principal. Meanwhile, if youwant to sleep anywhere, you can do it on Pluto, if you like but you re not doing it inthis house till after you get back from school.

The bedroom door was flung open, andDairine stormed through it, past Nita and toward the bathroom, head down, in a fury, refusing to give her sisterso much as a glance. The severity of the effect was somewhat lessened by the dust bunnies that parted company withDairine s pajamas along the way, floatinggendyin the air behind her .

 I wish I knew what alien force has kidnapped my sister and left this vindictive thug of a pod person in her place, Dairine said to the air, slamming the bathroom door shut.  Because when I find out, I m going to hunt it down and kick however many rear ends it has from here toAlphecca !

Nita stood there for a moment, watching a final dust bunny float toward the floor.  Enjoy your day,  she said sweetly, and went to get her book bag.

Her meetings with Mr.Millman were always about an hour before homeroom, so that they were finished ten or fifteen minutes before other students started to arrive for the day. The covert quality of the meetings was enhanced by the fact that Mr.Millman didn t even have his own office, because he traveled from school to school in the district every day. Neither he nor anyone else in school knew where he was going to be from one session to the next. Nita most often found him in a spare office down in the administrative wing of the school, a room furnished with a metal desk and a few wooden chairs and not much else. Today he was there, sitting behind the old beat-up desk with the office door open, and working intently on one of those metal-ring puzzles in which the five constituent rings have to be interlaced.

This kind of behavior was typical of Mr.Millman , and was one of the redeeming features of having to deal with him. Whatever you might imagine a school shrink as being like, or looking like, he wasn t that. He was young. He had a large,itizzy black beard that made him look more like an off-duty pirate or an escaped Renaissance artist than a psychologist, and his long lanky build and loose-limbed walk made him look like a refugee from aCheech andChong movie. Though he wore a suit, he did so as if it had an invisible sign on the back of it saying, THEY MADE ME WEAR THIS: DON T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY. He looked Up at Nita from the ring-puzzle with a resigned expression.  Morning, Nita.You any good at these 

 Morning, Mr. M.  She sat down in front of the desk and took the rings he offered her. Fortunately Nita knew how the puzzle worked, and she handed the rings back to him, braided together, in about fifteen seconds.

He looked at the puzzle with helpless amusement.  Halfway to a doctorate,  he said,  and I still have no grasp of spatial relationships. Remind me not to go into rocket science.How ve your last couple of days been 

 Not the best,  Nita said.  I had to throw my sister out of bed this morning. She didn t want to go to school again.

 That seems to be turning into a routine,  Mr.Millman said.  And from your expression, I get the feeling she didn t appreciate it. Shetry the line about your mother again 

Nita nodded.

 And you didn t punch her out 

Nita allowed herself a slight smile.  The temptation was there 

They talked for maybe twenty minutes.Millman s style wasn t so much that of a shrink as that of a coach, Nita had decided:no long silences, nommm-hmms that transparently tried to draw you out and get you to talk about things. You talked or not, as you pleased, and Mr.Millman did the same. You asked questions or answered them, or didn t answer them, also as you pleased. It was all very leisurely and casual, and Nita was sure that Mr.Millman was getting a lot more out of what she said than she suspected. But, possibly because of the way he handled their sessions, she found that this wasn t bothering her. Any more of those nightmares   Mr.Millman said at one point.

 Some weird dreams,  Nita said.

 Scary 

 Not the one this morning.I felt more useless than anything else.  Nita wasn t going to go too far into the specifics.

 Goes along with the rest of the symptoms at this point,  Mr.Millman said.  The loss of appetite, the sleep troubles, and the mood swings 

 Depression,  Nita said.

Mr.Millman nodded.  That feeling of weight,  he said.  Or of being weighted down of feeling like yourface ll crack if you smile.

 I wish I could make it go away,  Nita said.

 Fighting it probably won t make it go away faster.May prolong it, in fact. Let it be there, and do your best to work around it, or through it, and do what you usually do. Work on things you would normally enjoy.  Mr.Millman leaned back in the chair and stretched.  I would sayplay , but no one wants to hear that word at a time like this: It makes them feel guilty, even if it s what they need. If you have projects you work on, hobbies, keep them alive. You ll be glad you did, later the work you do at a time like this is likely to be worth keeping. You do have hobbies 

 Astronomy,  Nita said.  Gardening I help my dad.  And then she added,  Magic.

And instantly panicked.Now why did I say that

Millmanraised his eyebrows.

Oh, god, no. What have I done ! Nita thought.I'mgonna have to wash his brains now! And that s a badthing to do to your shrink 

 Ah, legerdemain, Millman said. An interesting field. Not enough women in it. Some kind of gender bar there; don t ask me why all the famous magicians have been men. Anyway, it has to be good for your hand-eye coordination. Show me some card tricks, someday.  He looked at his watch.  Not now, though  someone else will be here shortly.

 Thanks, Mr. M.,  Nita said, and escaped from his office as quickly as she could, wondering if, despite all Mr.Millman s casual reassurances, she was actually going crazy.

Kit had spent most of the previous day recovering from the exertions of followingPonch into the other-world where they d found Darryl. It wasn t as if he d actually done so much wizardry himself, but it seemed to Kit thatPonch drew on his own power somewhat.And then there s the leash , Kit thought, as he headed into the kitchen to snatch a hurried breakfast. He d overslept, partly in reaction to maintaining the leash-wizardry and the shield-spell, partly just because of physical tiredness from toiling up and down all those dunes. His calf muscles certainly ached badly enough. But just as wearying, intheir own way, were the events he d seen taking place.

And also tiring, in a different way, was the amount of time he d had to spend comfortingPonch afterward. The dog had seemed all right when they first got back, and had gone through the promised dog biscuits as if he hadn t eaten anything for days. But as the afternoon passed,Ponch started to look unhappy. And just after dinner, when Kit was helping his mama clear the table, they were both startled by a sound coming from outside.Ponch was howling.

Kit s mama gave him a peculiar look.  What s the matter with him   she said.  Did the fire siren go off or something  I didn t hear it.

Kit shook his head.  I ll go find out,  he said.

By the gate to the backyard, near the garage,Ponch was sitting in the grass of the yard, howling as if rehearsing for a part inThe Call of the Wild . Kit opened the gate. Ponch! What is it  You want to come in 

No.Ponch kept on howling.

Kit was mystified. He went to sit down by his dog,who ignored him and howled on.  What s the matter   Kit said in the Speech, after a few moments more.

Ponchfinished that howl and sat looking at the ground for a moment.How couldIt do that to him  Ponch said then.Hecouldn t even do anything! And he was good.

Kit blinked at that.  It s the Lone Power,  he said.  Unfortunately,It seems to like to hurt people  and to like to see them hurting. Which is why we keep running intoIt , since it s our job to stop It from doing that whenever we can.

It s not fair,Ponch said. And he put his head up and howled again.

Down the street, Kit could hear one of the neighbors  dogs start howling, too, in a little falsetto voice that would have made him laugh if he wasn t rather concerned aboutPonch . Soon every dog in the street was howling, and shortly there were some human shouts to go along with the noise: cries of  Shut up!   Would you please shut your dog up   and  Oh yeah, well, you shutyours up!

Kit had no idea what to make of it all, and couldn t think of anything to do but sit withPonch . Eventually the dog stopped howling, and one after another, slowly, the other dogs in the neighborhood got quiet.Ponch got up, shook himself, and walked out the still-open gate into the driveway. He made his way to the back door, waited for Kit to open it, and then went in and trotted up the stairs to Kit s bedroom.

Kit s mother had looked at him curiously as he came back in and closed the door.  What was that about 

 Ponchwas upset about what we were doing this morning,  Kit had said.  I d try to explain it to you, but I m not sure I understand it myself.

Now, the next morning, as he went looking for his cereal bowl, he wasn t any closer to an answer.Ponch had been asleep when Kit had gotten up to his room, and he was sleeping still. I lltalk to him about it later , he thought, opening the cupboard over the counter.

There were no cornflakes. There was one box of his pop s shredded wheat, which Kit detested whenever circumstances forced him to eat it, it always made him think he was eating a scrubbing pad. The only other box contained one of the cereals his sister liked, some kind of frosted, fruit-flavored, multicolored, marshmallow-infested,hyperpuffed , vitamin-reinforced starch construct, which was utterly inedible due to its being ninety-eight percent sugar even though the word appeared on the box only once, in letters small enough for anyone without a magnifying glass to miss.  Mama,  Kit said, aggrieved,  we re out of cereal!

 Your kind, anyway.I know,  his mother said, coming into the kitchen for another cup of coffee, with the TV remote in her hand.  Take it up with your pop: He had a fit of wanting cornflakes late last night, and he finished the box. He said he d get some more on his way home from work. Have some toast.

 It s not the same,  Kit muttered, but all the same he closed the cupboard and went to get the bread out of the fridge.

 IsPonch all right now   his mother said as she poured more coffee and reached past Kit into the fridge for the milk.

 I think so.Still sleeping, anyway.

His mama shook her head, and then smiled slightly.  All that noise last night  it reminded me. Is it just me, or has down-the-street s dog been louder than usual the past week or so 

 You meanTinkerbell   That was not the dog s real name in the dogs  own language,Cyene , and possibly reason enough for the down-the-street dog s incessant barking.  Idunno , Mama. I m so used to hearing him bark all the time, I don t notice anymore.