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Esk let herself slump forward until her head lay in Granny's lap, with its familiar smells of camphor, mixed herbs and a trace of goat. Granny patted her in what she hoped was a soothing way.
After a while Esk said, in a low voice, “They're not going to allow me into the University. A wizard told me, and I dreamed about it, and it was one of those true dreams. You know, like you told me, a maty-thing.”
o;Why not? What's so self-evident?”
Treatle turned and looked down at her. He hadn't really paid much attention before, she was simply just another figure around the campfires.
He was the Vice-Chancellor of Unseen University, and quite used to seeing vague scurrying figures getting on with essential but unimportant jobs like serving his meals and dusting his rooms. He was stupid, yes, in the particular way that very clever people can be stupid, and maybe he had all the tact of an avalanche and was as selfcentred as a tornado, but it would never have occurred to him that children were important enough to be unkind to.
From long white hair to curly boots, Treatle was a wizard's wizard. He had the appropriate long bushy eyebrows, spangled robe and patriarchal beard that was only slightly spoiled by the yellow nicotine stains (wizards are celibate but, nevertheless, enjoy a good cigar.
“It will all become clear to you when you grow up,” he said. “It's an amusing idea, of course, a nice play on words. A female wizard! You might as well invent a male witch!”
“Warlocks,” said Esk.
“Pardon me?”
“My granny says men can't be witches,” said Esk. “She says if men tried to be witches they'd be wizards.”
“She sounds a very wise woman,” said Treatle.
“She says women should stick to what they're good at,” Esk went on.
“Very sensible of her.”
“She says if women were as good as men they'd be a lot better!”
Treatle laughed.
“She's a witch,” said Esk, and added in her mind: there, what do you think of that, Mr so-called cleverwizard?
“My dear good young lady, am I supposed to be shocked? I happen to have a great respect for witches.”
Esk frowned. He wasn't supposed to say that.
“You have?”
“Yes indeed. I happen to believe that witchcraft is a fine career, for a woman. A very noble calling.”
“You do? I mean, it is?”
“Oh yes. Very useful in rural districts for, for people who are -having babies, and so forth. However, witches are not wizards. Witchcraft is Nature's way of allowing women access to the magical fluxes, but you must remember it is not high magic.”
“I see. Not high magic,” said Esk grimly.
“Oh, no. Witchcraft is very suitable for helping people through life, of course, but -”
“I expect women aren't really sensible enough to be wizards,” said Esk. “I expect that's it, really.”
“I have nothing but the highest respect for women,” said Treatle, who hadn't noticed the fresh edge to Esk's tone. “They are without parallel when, when -”
“For having babies and so forth?”
“There is that, yes,” the wizard conceded generously. “But they can be a little unsettling at times. A little too excitable. High magic requires great clarity of thought, you see, and women's talents do not lie in that direction. Their brains tend to overheat. I am sorry to say there is only one door into wizardry and that is the main gate at Unseen University and no woman has ever passed through it.”
“Tell me,” said Esk, “what good is high magic, exactly?”
Treatle smiled at her.
