High Wizardry
Young Wizards
Book III
Diane Duane
©1990 by Diane Duane
ISBN 0-15-216244-5
Contents
Excerpt
Chapter 1 Initialization
Chapter 2 Passwords
Chapter 3 Up and Running
Chapter 4 Escape Key
Chapter 5 Search and Retrieval
Chapter 6 Randomization
Chapter 7 Variables
Chapter 8 Pattern Recognition
Chapter 9 Uplink
Chapter 10 Reserved Words
Chapter 11 Fatal Error
Chapter 12 Save and Exit
Epilogue Reconfiguration
Excerpt
The Runaway Sister
"Don't tell me she's still in the toilet," Nita muttered, annoyed. "Dari? Come on, we're leaving!" Nita pulled harder, the door came open-
Air blew hard past her and ruffled her hair into her eyes. Bitter cold smote the front of her, and in it the humidity in the air condensed out instantly, whipping past Nita through the sucking air as stinging, dust-fine snow.
Nita was looking through the doorway into a low rust-red wasteland: nothing but stones in all sizes, cracked, tumbled, piled, with dun dust blowing between them. She slammed the ladies' room door shut. Air kept moaning past her, through the cracks, out into the dry red wasteland.
"Mars," she breathed, and terror grabbed her heart and squeezed. "She went to Mars...!"
Chapter 1
Initialization
"HEY, THERE'S SOMEBODY in the driveway! It's a truck! Mom! Mom, the computer's here!"
The first sound Nita heard that morning was her little sister's shrieking. Nita winced and scrunched herself up into a ball under the covers. Then she muttered six syllables, a very simple spell, and soundproofed her room against her sister's noise.
Blessed silence fell. Unfortunately the spell also killed the buzzing of the locusts and the singing of the birds outside the open window. And Nita liked birds. She opened her eyes, blinking at the bright summer sun coming in the window, and sighed.
Nita said one more syllable. The mute-spell came undone, letting in the noise of doors opening and shutting, and Dairine shrieking instructions and suggestions at the immediate planet. Outside the window a catbird was sitting in the elm tree, screaming, "Thief! Thief!" in an enthusiastic but substandard imitation of a blue jay.
So much for sleeping late, Nita thought. She got up and went over to the dresser by the window, pulled a drawer open and rummaged in it for a T-shirt and shorts. "Morning, Birdbrain," she said as she pulled out a "Live Aid" T-shirt.
The catbird hopped down to a branch of the elm right outside Nita's window. "Bob-white! Bob-white!" it sang at the top of its lungs.
"What's a quail doing in a tree?" Nita said. She pulled the T-shirt on. Listen to those locusts! Hot one today, huh?"
"Highs in the nineties," the bird sang. "Cheer up! Cheer up!"
"Robins are for spring," Nita said. "I'm more in the mood for penguins at the moment..."
"What's up?"
"Enough with the imitations! I need you to take a message for me. Wizards' business. I'll leave you something nice. Half of one of Mom's muffins? Huh?"
The catbird poured out several delighted bars of song that started as a phoebe's call and ended as the five-note theme from Close Encounters.
"Good," Nita said. "Then here's something new to sing." She had been speaking all along in the Speech of wizards, the language everything alive understands. Now she added music to it, singing random notes with the words. "Kit, you wanna see a disaster? Come on over here and watch my folks try to hook up the Apple."
The bird cocked an interested eye at her. "You need it again?" Nita said.
" 'Kit, you wanna see a disaster?' "
"That's my boy. You remember the way?"
In a whir of white-barred wings, the catbird was gone.
"Must be hungry," Nita said to herself, pulling on her shorts, and then socks and sneakers. While pulling a sneaker on, she glanced at the top of the dresser. There among the stickers and the brushes and combs, under the new Alan Parsons album, lay her wizard's manual.
That by itself wasn't so strange; she'd left it there yesterday afternoon. But it was open; she didn't remember having left it that way. Nita leaned over, tying the sneaker, and looked at the page. The Wizards' Oath-Nita smiled. It didn't seem like only a few months ago that she'd first read and taken that Oath herself: it felt more like years. February, was it? she thought. No, March. Joanne and her crew chased me into the library. And beat the crap out of me later. But I didn't care. I'd found this-
Nita sighed and flipped the book back to the Oath. Trouble came with wizardry. But other things came too-
Whamwhamwham!
Nita didn't even need to turn around to see who was pounding on her door as it banged open. "Come in!" Nita said, and glared at Dairine, who already was in.
"It's here!"
"I would never have known," Nita said, dropping the Parsons album back on top of the manual. "Dari, sometimes people like to sleep on a Saturday, y'know?"
"When there's a computer here? Nita, sometimes you're such a spud."
Nita folded her arms and leaned against the dresser, ready to start a lecture. Her sister, unfortunately, took all the fun out of it by mocking Nita's position and folded arms, leaning against the doorjamb. Funny how someone so little could look so threatening: a little red-haired eleven-year-old stick of a thing in an Admiral Ackbar T-shirt, with a delicate face and watery gray eyes. Problem was, there was someone smart behind those eyes. Someone too smart.
Nita let out an annoyed breath. "I won't kill you this time," she said.
"I wasn't worried about that," Dairine said. "And you won't turn me into a toad or anything, either, so don't bother trying that line on me.... C'mon, let's watch Mom 'n' Dad mess it up." And she was out the door.
Nita made a face. It didn't help that Dairine knew she was a wizard. She would sooner have told her parents about her wizardry than have told Dairine.
Of course, her folks had found out too...
Nita headed out the bedroom door and down the stairs.
The living room was full of boxes and packing material, loose-leaf books, and diskette boxes. Only the desk by the window was clean; and on it sat a cream-colored object about the size and shape of a phone book-the keyboard/motherboard console of a shiny new Apple IIIc+. "Harry," Nita's mother was saying, "don't plug anything in, you'll blow it up. Dairine, get out of that. Morning, Nita, there's some pancakes on the stove."
"Okay," Nita said, and headed into the kitchen. While she was still spreading maple syrup between two pancakes, someone banged on the screen door.
"C'mon in," Nita said, her mouth full. "Have a pancake."
Kit came in: Christopher Rodriguez, her fellow-wizard, quick and dark and sharp-eyed, and at thirteen, a year younger than Nita. And also suddenly two inches taller, for he had hit a growth spurt over the summer. Nita couldn't get used to it; she was used to looking down at him. She handed him a pancake.
"A little bird told me there's about to be trouble," Kit said.
"C'mon," Dairine's strident voice came from the living room, "I wanna play Lunar Lander."
" 'About to be?' " Nita said.
Kit grinned around the mouthful of pancake and gestured with his head at the living room, raising his eyebrows.
Nita nodded agreement, her mouth full too, and they headed that way.
"Dairine," Nita's mother was saying, "leave your dad alone." Her mother was sitting cross-legged in jeans and sweatshirt, in the middle of a welter of Styrofoam peanuts and paperwork, going through a loose-leaf binder. "And don't get those manuals
out of order, either. Morning, Kit! How're your mom and dad?"
"Fine, Mrs. Callahan. Hi, Mr. Callahan."
"Hi, Kit," said Nita's dad, rather muffled because he was under the desk by the living room window. "Betty, I've got the three-prong plugs in."
"Oh, good. Then you can set up the external monitor..."
"When can I play?" Dairine hollered.
"At this rate," said her father, "sometime in the next century. Nita, do something with her, will you?"
"It's a little late for birth control," Kit said in Nita's ear. Nita spluttered with laughter.
Dairine flew at her. "Was that something dirty? I'll get you for that, you-"
Queep! something said. All heads turned; but it was just the computer, which Nita's dad had plugged in. "Harry, you will blow it up," Nita's mother said calmly, from down among the cartons. "We haven't finished reading the instructions yet."
"We don't have to, Betty. We didn't connect the hard disk yet, so we-"
Dairine lost interest in killing Nita. "Can I play now?!"
"See, it says in this manual-"
"Yes, but this one is before that one, Harry-"
"But, look, Betty, it says right here-"
Dairine quietly slipped the plastic wrapping off the monitor and slipped it into its notch at the back of the computer, then started connecting the cables to the screen. Nita glanced at Kit, then back toward the kitchen. He grinned agreement.
"Your folks are gonna lock her in a closet or something," Kit said as they got out of the combat zone.
"I hope so... that's probably the only way I'm gonna get at it. But it's okay; she won't blow it up. Her science class has a IIIc: that's one of the reasons Mom and Dad got this one. Dari already knows more about it than the teacher does."
Kit rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh," Nita said. "But I'm not gonna let her monopolize this toy, lemme tell you. It's a neat little thing-it has the new foldout screen, and batteries-you could put it in a bookbag. I'll show you later.... Where's Ponch?"
"Outside. C'mon."
They went out and sat on the side steps. The locusts were buzzing louder than ever as Ponch, Kit's big black mutt, part Border collie, part German shepherd, came bounding up the driveway to them through the green-gold early sunlight. "Oh, Lord, look at his nose," Nita said. "Ponch, you got stung again, you loon."
"I buried a bone," Ponch said in a string of whines and barks as he came up to them. "The bad things bit me."
"His favorite bone-burying place," Kit said, sounding resigned, "has three yellowjacket nests spaced around it. He gets stung faster than I can heal him."
"Brave," Ponch said, resting his chin, with the swollen black nose, on Nita's shoulder, and looking sideways at her for sympathy.
"Dumb," Nita said, scratching him behind the ears. "But brave. Go get a stick, brave guy. I'll throw it." Ponch slurped Nita's face and raced off.
Kit smiled to see him run.
"So what're we doing today? Anything?"
"Well, there's a new show at the planetarium in the city. Something about other galaxies. My folks said I could go if I wanted to."
"Hey, neat. You got enough money?"
"Just."
"Great. I think I've got enough-let me check."
Nita went back into the house, noticing as she passed through the living room that Dairine was already slipping a diskette into the Apple's built-in disk drive, while her oblivious mother and father were still sitting on the floor pointing at different pages in three different manuals, and arguing cheerfully. Queep! the computer said from the living room, as Nita got into her room and upended the money jar on the dresser.
There was no pause in the arguing. Sometimes I think they like it, Nita thought, counting the bills. She had enough for the planetarium, and maybe a couple of hot dogs afterward. Nita stuffed the money in her pocket and pushed the jar to the back of the dresser.
-And her eye fell on the record album again. She tipped it up by one corner to look at her wizard's manual, still open to the Oath. She pulled the book out, idly touching the open pages as she held it. In Life's name, and for Life's sake, began the small block of type on the right-hand page, I say that I will use this art only in service of that Life...
Dairine was in here yesterday, Nita thought, skimming down over the words of the Oath.... And she was reading this. For a moment Nita was furious at the idea of her sister rummaging around in her things; but the anger didn't last. Maybe, she thought, this isn't so bad after all. She's been pestering me with questions about wizardry ever since she found out there really is such a thing. She thinks it's all excitement. But the Oath is heavy stuff. Maybe it threw a little scare into her with all the stuff about "time's end" and doing what you have to, no matter what. Be a good thing if it did make her back off a little. She's too young for this....
Nita shut the manual, tucked it under her arm and headed out into the living room. Dairine was standing in front of the computer, keying in instructions; the Apple logo came up on the monitor, followed by a screenful of green words too small for Nita to read from across the room. Her mother and father were still deep in the manual. "Mom," Nita said, "Kit and I want to go into the city, to the planetarium, is it okay? Kit's folks said he could."
Nita's mother glanced at her, considering. "Well... be back before dark."
"Stay out of Times Square," her father said without looking up, while paging through a manual open in his lap.
"Do you have enough money for the train?" her mother said.
"Mom," Nita said, hefting her wizard's manual in one hand, "I don't think we're going to take the train."
"Oh." Her mother looked dubiously at the book. She had seen more than enough evidence of her daughter's power in the past couple of months: but Nita knew better than to think that her mother was getting comfortable about wizardry, or even used to it. "You're not going into the city to, uh, do something, are you?"
"We're not on assignment, Mom, no. Not for a while, I think, after last time."
"Oh. Well... just you be careful, Neets. Wizards are a dime a dozen as far as I'm concerned, but daughters..."
Nita's father looked up at that. "Stay out of trouble," he said, and meant it.
"Yes, sir."
"Now, Betty, look right here. It says very plainly, 'Do not use disk without first-' "
"That's software, Harry. They mean the diskette, not the disk drive-"
Nita hurried out through the kitchen before her folks could change their minds. Kit was evidently thinking along the same lines, since he was standing in the middle of the sandy place by the backyard gate, using the stick Ponch had brought him to draw a wizard's transit circle on the ground. "I sent Ponch home," he said, setting various symbols around the circumference of the circle.
"Okay." Nita stepped in beside him. "Where you headed? The Grand Central worldgate?"
"No, there are delays there this morning. The book says to use Penn Station instead. What time have you got?"
Nita squinted up at the Sun. "Nine thirty-five."
"Show-off. Use the watch; I need the Naval Observatory time."
"Nine thirty-three and twenty seconds," Nita said, scowling at her Timex, "now."
"Not bad. Let's haul it before-"
"What are you doing!" yelled Nita's father, inside the house. Nita and Kit both jumped guiltily, then looked at each other. Nita sighed.
"Too late," Kit said.
At nine thirty-three and twenty-eight seconds, the screen door opened and Dairine was propelled firmly out of it. Nita's father put his head out after Dairine, and looked up the driveway. "Take her with you," he said to Nita, and meant that too.
"Yes, sir," Nita said, trying not to sound surly as the screen door slammed shut. Kit rolled his eyes and slowly began adding another set of symbols to those already inside the circle. Dairine scuffed over to them, looking at least as annoyed as Nita felt.
"Well," Dairine said, "I guess I'm stuck with you."
"Get in," Kit said, so
unding resigned. "Don't step on the lines."
"And try not to freak out too much, okay?" Nita said.
Dairine stepped over the bounds of the circle and stood there with her arms folded, glaring at Nita.
"What a great time we're all going to have," Kit said, opening his manual. He began to read in the wizardly Speech, fast. Nita looked away from her sister and let Kit handle it.
The air around them began to sing-the same note ears sing when they've been in a noisy place too long; but this singing got louder, not softer, as seconds passed. Nita had the mild satisfaction of seeing Dairine start to look nervous at that, and at the slow breeze beginning around them when everywhere else the summer air was still. The breeze got stronger, dust around them whipped and scattered in it, the sound scaled up until it blotted out almost everything else. And despite her annoyance, Nita suddenly got lost in the old familiar exhilaration of magic working. From memory-for she and Kit had worked this spell together many times-she lifted her voice in the last chorus of it, where the words came in a rush, and the game and skill of the spell lay in matching your partner's cadence exactly. Kit dropped not a syllable as Nita came in, but flashed her a wry grin, matching her word for word for the last ten seconds; they ended together on one word that was half laugh, half shout of triumph. And on the word, the air around them cracked like thunder and struck inward from all directions, like a blow-
The wind stilled and the dust settled, and they found themselves in the last aisle of a small chain bookstore, next to a door with a hand-lettered sign that said employees only. Kit put his manual away, and he and Nita were brushing themselves off when that door popped open and a small sandy-haired man with inquiring eyes looked out at them. "Something fall down out here? No?... You need some help?"
"Uh," Nita and Kit said, still in unison.
"X-Men comics," said Dairine, not missing a beat.
"Up front on the right, in the rack," said the small man, and vanished through his door again.
"Hope they have the new annual," Dairine said, brushing dust off her shorts and Admiral Ackbar shirt, and heading for the front of the store.
Kit and Nita glanced ruefully at each other and went after her. It looked like it was going to be a long day.