RODDY
I had cast magic loose; the dragon fixed it again. He turned the vortex through a quarter circle and sealed it that way. I felt the change, but I was watching my grandfather Gwyn ride away out into the distance, dark against the snow, with a long line of people trudging after the horses, getting smaller and smaller. He had never looked at me once. Knowing what I know about him, I suppose that was a good thing, but I had wanted him to see me. I wanted him to give me at least a look of approval. But he just rode away.
I blinked. The tears in my eyes seemed to have got into the landscape. All the melting snow was winking rainbow colors in the low sun and flaring off the white slabs of snow along the trilithons of Stonehenge. Stonehenge was back in the same world with us now. I looked where I had seen—or thought I saw—Salisbury and Old Sarum, and there was no sign of them. That was when I realized how much the magic had changed. It was going to be much harder to see things or do things now. As far as I could tell, that went for all the other worlds, too.
The dragon was gone. I was almost the only person standing in that flaring, melting landscape.
Everyone seemed to have run away or driven off. In the distance the King’s two limousines and one of the buses were bumping over the grass to the road, but there were a lot of empty cars and buses left behind. One was the car we had come here in. Dora had gone. Some witches had given her a lift back to London.
The three boys were sitting beside a rusty old bucket not far away, all very bedraggled. Nick kept shaking and jerking. As soon as I saw him, Rosemary came into my head, healing. I was so relieved I nearly cried again. I had carefully not looked for the hurt woman’s knowledge, in case I had lost it in the vortex. I dragged myself over to Nick, running through the Rosemary file to see what would help him.
Before I got there, people shouted from up the hill, and the elephant came treading cautiously down from the direction of Stonehenge. Romanov was riding on the elephant’s neck, and in the seat swaying on her back, leaning out anxiously on either side, were Mam and Dad. Grandad—my sane, mortal grandad Hyde—was riding with them, and so was Mrs. Candace.
“Magic has changed here, too,” Romanov remarked. The elephant stopped, and he slid down onto her bent-up leg. “We got held up in the changes,” he said as he reached the slushy ground. “Sorry about that.”
He helped the others down. While my parents were hugging me, Grandad had one arm around Toby and the other hand on Nick’s shoulder. “What’s up with you, lad?” At this, Romanov looked at Nick and moved in, too. They had him feeling better in moments, without my having to try using the changed magic. At least they got Nick’s body right, but Grandad says it will take much longer to heal his mind. “Don’t look so chagrined, Roddy,” Grandad said to me. “Romanov and I are used to working in changing conditions.” Then he got out of the way because the elephant trampled in and twined her trunk delightedly round Nick.
“I thought you were inside that dome when it collapsed!” I kept saying to my parents. “I’m so glad!”
Then I found Mrs. Candace beside me. She leaned on Dad’s arm, looking terribly tired but still amazingly elegant. “Your mother has been telling me how much she wishes you didn’t have to live with the Progress,” she said, staring into my eyes with her own peculiarly luminous green-blue ones. She nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I wondered when I first saw you, and now I’m sure. You are my next Lady of Governance, child. You must come and live with me and learn the ways of it.”
Mam let out a wail at that. “That wasn’t what I meant! Oh, I knew something like this would happen if I let my horrible old father get his hands on her!”
“It’s all right, Mam,” I said. “He only showed me how to find out about things.”
Mrs. Candace said, “It will take me some weeks to recover from that ghastly cavern, or whatever it was, and to get used to this shift in the magics. She can come to me in a month’s time.”
“Fine,” said Dad, before Mam could raise more outcries. He was looking around, sniffing the air and frowning. “I’d better join the Court at once. Unless I get to my weather table soon, there’s going to be a serious shift in the climate.”
“I think your weather table’s still here,” I said. “I can see the lorry where they usually pack it.”
“Excellent!” said my father, and he dashed over to the lorry at once, sliding and sending up showers of slush in his hurry.
Grandad Hyde had seen his own car standing where Dora had left it. He rubbed his hands together with pleasure. “If she’s left the keys in, fine,” he said. “If not, it’ll have to be Magid methods. Nick, Toby, come along. Let’s get to London before nightfall if we can.”
Nick untwined the elephant’s trunk from his neck regretfully. “I wish I could come with you,” he said to Romanov. “I want to be a free operator like you.”
Romanov looked thoroughly taken aback. Then he shrugged. “If you want. I’m going to be taking my son with me anyway.”
He nodded at Grundo. Grundo, in that way that he has, had somehow caused everyone to forget him. He had collected a heap of things that people had dropped—combs, hairpins, paper, pens, coins, some glowing rowanberries, and even a fiery little brooch that must have been dropped by the Count of Blest’s people—and he was busy building them into a long, wavery tower. Actually, he had made it rather beautiful, like a mad sculpture. “I can work with this new magic,” he said when he saw us looking at him. “It’s much easier.”
Grandad Hyde frowned down at Grundo’s artwork. “I don’t think you can take him, you know,” he said to Romanov. “I suspect he’s likely to be the next Merlin. This one won’t last long. Not up to strength, really, you know.”
Romanov frowned, too. “Only if he wants the post,” he said. “They wanted me for the Merlin once, and I know how that feels.” He and Grandad directed their frowns at one another. It was quite a clash. “I’m not leaving him with Sybil, whatever you want,” Romanov said. “Where is Sybil, by the way?”
“Gone,” Nick said. “Ap Nud took her.”
Romanov tried to look sober and sorry, but his face bent into wholly new zigzags of relief and delight, however he tried. “Well, well,” he settled for saying. “Then I’ll have to take him, but we can visit you—once a month, if you want.”
Grandad was not pleased, but he had no chance to say so because the square brown car came slewing and sliding across the grass then to take Mrs. Candace home. Old Sarum was at its wheel. He scowled and scrunched his face up at me. That made me laugh. I don’t know if Old Sarum meant to do this, but he made me feel a lot better about being separated from everyone I knew. I went and helped Mrs. Candace politely into the car.
“I’ll be along to collect you next month, child,” she said before she was driven away.
Grandad was just rounding on Romanov again to restart their argument when Stonehenge suddenly became full of people. The first one to slip between the stones and start toward us was the real Merlin, grinning shyly at Romanov. But Heppy was close behind him. We heard her parrot voice even before we saw her.
“But this is the Henge! How does he suppose we’re going to get home from here, Jude, that’s what I want to know! It’s miles away!”
The Izzys were only too evidently with her. “Oh, I love that Merlin!” their voices trilled. “His chin is so weak!”