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Young Wizards 

New Millennium Edition

Book 7:

Wizard’s Holiday

 

Diane Duane

 

Errantry Press

Dunlavin, County Wicklow

Republic of Ireland

 

 

 

Copyright page

Original edition copyright 
© 2003, Diane Duane,

Errantry Press New Millennium edition © 2013, Diane Duane

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

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equests for permission to make copies of any part of the work should be mailed to the following address:

   
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Publication history

 

Harcourt Trade Publishers (now Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)

North American 1st edition hardcover, April 2003

North American mass market paperback, Spring 2005

Houghton Mifflin Harcourt ebook edition, 2010

Errantry Press Young Wizards International Edition ebook, 2011

 

The text of this New Millennium ebook is based on the Errantry Press International Edition ebook, and has been updated and revised to bring it into line with the New Millennium Editions timeline established in the 2012 NME of
So You Want to Be a Wizard.

 

Dedication

For Virginia Heinlein

…We miss you, Astyanax.

 

 

Rubrics

Unending stairs reach up the mountain above you,
And you keep climbing, while the welcoming voices
Cheer you along. They make the long climb easier,
Though the gift you’re bringing may to you seem small. 
Don’t worry, it’s what they need. For all the cheering, 
See how empty the streets are? Take your time, 
Make your way upward steadily toward what waits,
Through day’s blind radiance to the city’s pinnacle, 
And fall up the last few steps into empty sky…

— hexagram 46,
Sheng
: “Onward and Upward”

“With me, a change of trouble is as good as a vacation.”

— David Lloyd George (1863-1945)

What, can the Devil speak true?
  

— William Shakespeare,
Macbeth,
I, iii

 

Time fix

 

April 2010

 

1: That Getaway Urge

 

It was the Friday afternoon before the start of spring break. The weather was nothing like spring. It was cold and gray outside; the wind hissed unrepentantly through the still-bare limbs of the maple trees that lined the street. In that wind the rain was blowing horizontally from west to east, seemingly right into the face of the teenage girl, in parka and jeans, running down the sidewalk toward her driveway. Except for her, the street was empty, and no one looking out the window of any nearby house was close enough to notice that the rain wasn’t getting the girl wet. Even if someone
had
noticed, probably nothing would have come of it; human beings generally don’t recognize wizardry even when it’s being done right under their noses.

Nita Callahan jogged up her driveway, unlocked the back door of her house, and plunged through it into the warmth of the kitchen. The back door blew back and slammed against the stairwell wall behind her in a sudden gust of wind, but she didn’t care. She pushed the door shut again, then struggled briefly to get her backpack off, flinging it onto the kitchen counter.

“Freedom!” she said to no one in particular as she pulled off her jacket and tossed it through the kitchen door onto the back of one of the dining room chairs. “Freedom!
Free at last!”
And she actually did a small impromptu dance in the middle of the kitchen at the sheer pleasure of the concept of two weeks off from school… though the dancing lasted only until her stomach suddenly growled.

“Freedom and
food,”
Nita said then, and opened the refrigerator and stuck her head into it to see what was there to eat.

There was precious little. Half a quart of milk and half a stick of butter; some small, unidentifiable pieces of cheese bundled up in plastic wrap, at least a couple of them turning green or blue due to the presence of other life-forms; way back in a corner, a plastic-bagged head of lettuce that had seen better days, probably several weeks ago; and a last slice of frozen pizza that someone, probably her sister, Dairine, had left in the fridge on a plate without wrapping it, and which was now desiccated enough to curl up at the edges.

“Make that freedom and
starvation,”
Nita said under her breath, and shut the refrigerator door. It was the end of the week, and in her family shopping was something that happened after her dad got home on Fridays. Nita went over to the bread box on the counter, thinking that at least she could make a sandwich—but inside the bread box was only a crumpled-up bread wrapper, which, she saw when she opened it, contained one rather stale slice of bread between two heel pieces.

“I hate those,” Nita muttered, wrapping up the bread again. She opened a cupboard over the counter, pulled down a peanut butter jar, and saw that the jar had been scraped almost clear inside. A few moments of rummaging around among various nondescript canned goods turned up no soup or ravioli or any of the faster foods she favored—just beans and other canned vegetables, things that would need a lot of work to make them edible.

Nita glanced at the clock. It was at least half an hour before the time her dad usually shut his florist’s shop on Fridays and came home to pick up whoever wanted to go along to help do the shopping. “I will
die
of hunger before then,” Nita said to herself. “Die horribly.”

Then she glanced at the refrigerator again.
Aha,
Nita thought. She reached over to the counter and pulled the handsfree phone out of its cradle. went to the wall by the doorway into the dining room and picked up the receiver of the kitchen phone.

She hit one of the speed-dial buttons. The phone at the other end rang, and after a couple of rings someone picked up. “Rodriguez residence… ”

Behind the voice was a noise that sounded rather like a jackhammer, if jackhammers could sing. “Kit? How’d you beat me home?”

“My last-period study hall was optional today. I was finished with my homework so I went home early. What’s up?”

“I was going to ask you that,” Nita said, raising her voice over the racket. “Is your dad redoing the kitchen or something?”

She heard Kit let out an exasperated breath. “It’s the TV.”

“Acting up again?” Nita said. Kit’s last attempt to use wizardry to repair his family’s home entertainment system had produced some peculiar side effects, such as the TV showing other planets’ cable channels without warning.

“Way worse than just acting up, Neets,” Kit said. “I think the TV’s trying to evolve into an intelligent life form.”

Nita’s eyebrows went up.
“That
could be an improvement … ”

“Yeah, well, evolution can have a lot of dead ends,” Kit said. “And I’m getting really tempted to end this one with a hammer. The TV says it’s meditating… but most things get
quieter
when they meditate.”

She snickered. “Knowing
your
electronics, you may need that hammer. Meanwhile, I don’t want to talk about your TV. I want to talk about your fridge.”

“Uh-oh,”
Kit said.

“Uh-oh,”
something inside Nita’s house also said, like an echo. She glanced around her but couldn’t figure out what had said it.
Weird…
“Kit,” Nita said, “I’m dying here.
You
saw what lunch was like today. Nothing human could have eaten it. Mystery meat in secret sauce….”

“Fridays are always bad in that cafeteria,” Kit said. “That’s why I eat at home so much.”

“Don’t torture me. What’s in your fridge?”

There was a pause while Kit walked into his kitchen, and Nita heard his refrigerator door open. “Milk, eggs, some of Carmela’s yogurt drinks, beer, some of that lemon soda, mineral water, half a chocolate cake, roast chicken—”

“You mean cold cuts?”

“No, I mean half a chicken. Mama made it last night. You know the thing she does with the hot-smoked paprika rub and the smoked garlic stuffing, right? This time she—”

Nita’s mouth had started to water. “You’re doing this on purpose. Let me raid your fridge.”

“Hey, I don’t know, Neets, that chicken breast would be pretty good in a sandwich with some mayo. Don’t know if there’s enough for—”

“Kit!”

He snorted with laughter. “You really need to get your dad to buy more food when he shops. You keep running out on Friday! If he’d just—”

“Kit!!”

Kit laughed harder. “Okay, look, there’s plenty of chicken. Don’t bust your gnaester. You coming over later?”

“Yeah, after we shop.”

“Bring a spare hammer,” Kit said. “This job I’m doing might need two.”

“Yeah, thanks. Keep everybody out of the fridge for five minutes. See you later, bye!”

Nita hung up, then stood for a moment and considered her own refrigerator.

“You know what I’ve got in mind,” she said to it in the Speech.

And you keep having to do it,
the refrigerator “said.” Being inanimate, it wasn’t actually talking, of course, but it still managed to produce a “sound” and sensation that came across as grumpy.

“It’s not your fault you’re not as full as you should be, come the end of the week,” Nita said. “I’ll talk to my dad. Do you mind, though?”

It’s my job to feed you,
the refrigerator said, sounding less grumpy but still a little unhappy.
But in a more usual way. Talk to him, will you?

“First thing. And, in the meantime, think how broadening it is for you to swap insides with a colleague every now and then!”

Guess you’ve got a point,
the refrigerator said, sounding more interested.
Yeah, go ahead…

Nita whistled for her wizard’s manual. Her book bag wriggled and jumped around on the counter as if something alive were struggling to get out. Nita glanced over and just had time to realize that only one of the two flap-fasteners was undone when the manual nonetheless wriggled its way out from under the flap and shot across the kitchen into her hand.

“Sorry about that,” she said to the manual. “Casual wizardries, home utilities, fridge routine, please… ”

The manual flipped open in her hand, laying itself out to a page about half covered with the graceful curly cursive of the wizardly Speech. “Right,” Nita said, and began to read.

The spell went as spells usually did—the workaday sounds of the wind and the occasional passing traffic outside, the soft hum of the fridge motor and other kitchen noises inside, all gradually muting down and down as that concentrating silence, the universe listening to what Nita was saying in the Speech, came into ever greater force and began to assert its authority over merely physical things. The wizardry itself was a straightforward temporospatial translocation, or exchange of one volume of local space for another, though even a spell like that wasn’t necessarily simple when you considered that each of the volumes in question was corkscrewing its way through space-time in a slightly different direction, because of their differing locations on the Earth’s surface. As Nita read from the manual, an iridescent fog of light surrounded her while the words in the Speech wove and wrapped themselves through physical reality, coaxing it for just a little while into a slightly different shape. She said the spell’s last word, the verbal expression of the wizard’s knot, the completion that would turn it loose to work—

The spell activated with a crash of silent thunder, enacting the change. Silence ebbed; sound came back—the wind still whistling outside, the splash and hiss of a car going by. Completed, the spell extracted its price, a small but significant portion of the energy presently available to Nita. She stood there breathing hard, sweat standing out on her brow, as she reached out and opened the refrigerator door.

The fridge wasn’t empty now. The shelves looked different from the ones that were usually there, and on one of those shelves was that lemon soda Kit had mentioned, a few plastic bottles of it. Nita reached in and pulled one of those out first, opened it, and had a long swig, smiling slightly: it was her favorite brand, which Kit’s mom had taken to buying for her. Then Nita looked over Kit’s refrigerator’s other contents and weighed the possibilities. She had a brief flirtation with the idea of one of those yogurt drinks, but this was not a yogurt moment; anyway, those were Carmela’s special thing. However, there was that chicken, sitting there wrapped in plastic on a plate. About half of it was gone, but the breast on the other side was intact and golden brown, gorgeous.

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