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“I'm not sure. Can I try? It's used to me.” Hilta pushed a cat off the other chair and leaned forward to peer into the glass depths.
“Mnph. Feel free,” said Granny, “but you won't find -”
“Wait. Something's coming through.”
“Looks all sparkly from here,” Granny insisted. “Little silver lights all floating around, like in them little snowstorm-in-abottle toys. Quite pretty, really.”
“Yes, but look beyond the flakes . . . .”
Granny looked.
This was what she saw.
The viewpoint was very high up and a wide swathe of country lay below her, blue with distance, through which a broad river wriggled like a drunken snake. There were silver lights floating in the foreground but they were, in a manner of speaking, just a few flakes in the great storm of lights that turned in a great lazy spiral, like a geriatric tornado with a bad attack of snow, and funnelled down, down to the hazy landscape. By screwing up her eyes Granny could just make out some dots on the river.
Occasionally some sort of lighting would sparkle briefly inside the gently turning funnel of motes.
Granny blinked and looked up. The room seemed very dark.
“Odd sort of weather,” she said, because she couldn't really think of anything better. Even with her eyes shut the glittering motes still danced across her vision.
“I don't think it's weather,” said Hilta. “I don't actually think people can see it, but the crystal shows it. I think it's magic, condensing out of the air.”
“Into the staff?”
“Yes. That's what a wizard's staff does. It sort of distils magic.”
Granny risked another glance at the crystal.
“Into Esk,” she said, carefully.
“Yes.”
“There looks like quite a lot of it.”
“Yes.”
Not for the first time, Granny wished she knew more about how wizards worked their magic. She had a vision of Esk filling up with magic, until every tissue and pore was bloated with the stuff. Then it would start leaking - slowly at first, arcing to ground in little bursts, but then building up to a great discharge of occult potentiality. It could do all kinds of damage.
“Drat,” she said. “I never did like that staff.”
“At least she's heading towards the University place,” said Hilta. “They'll know what to do.”
“That's as may be. How far down river do you reckon they are?”
“Twenty miles or so. Those barges only go at walking pace. The Zoons aren't in any hurry.”
“Right.” Granny stood up, her jaw set defiantly. She reached for her hat and picked up her sack of possessions.
“Reckon I can walk faster than a barge,” she said. “The river's all bendy but I can go in straight lines.”
“You're going to walk after her?” said Hilta, aghast. “But there's forests and wild animals!”
“Good, I could do with getting back to civilisation. She needs me. That staff is taking over. I said it would, but did anyone listen?”
“Did they?” said Hilta, still trying to work out what Granny meant by getting back to civilisation.
“No,” said Granny coldly.
