Call Me Wizard
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Evelyn E. Smith
Evelyn E. Smith (25 July 1922 – 4 July 2000) was an American writer of science fiction and mysteries, as well as a compiler of crossword puzzles.
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Call Me Wizard - Evelyn E. Smith
Call Me Wizard
by Evelyn E. Smith
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Coveting someone’s wife and place in the world is an old, old story—except that the woman and the place Philip coveted were his own!
I
What are you doing, scroyle?
Dorothea demanded, brandishing her ladle. Her elongated shadow cast on the wall by the leaping flames still gave Philip a tremor, although he’d been wed to the wench for nigh onto a decade. You know right well ’tis you who should be a-mixing of this brew—’tis naught but a charm ’gainst the megrims, as any fool might contrive, for I ha’ more weighty matters to which I should tend.
Philip had in truth been wondering why she had not noted his preoccupation afore. ’Twas queer she had let him be without hindrance for so long a space of time. Could she be up to some deviltry of her own? No, not Dolly-deviltry she was capable of, right enough, but ’twas not like her to be secret about her actures. For whom bad she to fear? There was no sorceress in the world who was her peer and, having a trace of royal blood in her veins, she was virtually above the law. Devil take the wench, why had he ever consented to espouse her? For ’twas monstrous hard to get shut of such a paragon.
Jade me not, giglet!
he replied. You’re forever making plaint that I’m naught but a third-grade wizard! How can I pass the examination to better my rank if you’ll not let me ply my own artifices?
Humph!
she sniffed, adding a pinch of powdered mummy to her brew. Sith you’re really desirous to be perfected in the mystical art, you could do no better than emulate me, ’stead of practicing your own paltry tricks—for, as all the world knows, I’m the most parlous necromancer in the realm.
"In this realm," Philip spoke before he thought.
She stared at him, and he could not fathom the look in her flat yellow eyes. "In any realm, rag, quoth she.
What d’ye mean, ‘this realm’?"
Philip glanced down at the pipkin in which he was mingling his own modest concoction. Marry, I’ve heard talk,
he said, somewhat weakly, that there are other realms of existence—outside this one. Aye, and that there have been those from this realm who have visited another—
Twaddle!
Dorothea retorted, bending over her cauldron so that her long red hair concealed her face. You’ll never make a wizard, dribbling, if you’ll not learn to distinguish ’twixt superstition and sorcery. Not that I fancy you’ll ever attain even second rank, poor natural. Sorcery’s a woman’s work—it takes more of a closeness to nature, a practicality, than you or most men own.
Philip merely grunted in reply, for he feared he had said overmuch already. Superstition, push!
So there was something she did not know! He’d show the haggard wit-snapper the difference ’tween superstition and sorcery! For had he not come across an antique volume that gave the very receipt for the changement of existences writ out in black and white—with, moreover, the exact measurements for bat’s blood and grated mandrake root and suchlike modern ingredients—and the proper spell to be chanted set down precisely in all the customary forms! And pictures, too, illustrating all these mysteries. Did that look like superstition, forsooth?
But he’d not tell her—let her discover it for herself when he was gone. Then she’d grieve over his loss when ’twould be too late. Aye, weep your eyes out, my lady,
he muttered. I’ll warrant me you’ll ne’er find another spouse as lovesome as I—
Eh?
Dorothea queried.
’Tis naught,
he replied hastily. Merely a spell I was running through.
Well, hold it to yourself, else it’ll mingle with mine and who knows what strange and unnatural forces it might unleash? Sorcery’s a serious thing, rogue. Y’must not slubber it.
Aye,
he agreed. ’Twould not be well.
But it was not for that reason he assented. It was rather that he did not want her to hear the spell he was chanting. For once he had learned that they existed, he had searched the various realms of existence in his crystal—and found another Philip Gardner marvelously like himself.
Now he gazed into the crystal, which he held concealed ’neath a fold of his palliament, and saw the image of his counterpart reflected therein. How frolicksome a jade was Nature—to fashion two men in the same assemblance, yet make one a handsome, hearty rogue and the other, though touch for touch the same fellow, a lank, pallid, peeled cullion.
Peeled...Philip felt his beard thoughtfully. Philip² had no beard—belike the poor twig was incapable of one. So his own brave valance was like to prove monstrous awkward. For he could not remove it ere he left or Dorothea’d be sure to take notice and impeach his motives therefor. He’d have to get it off afterward and the same for his robes...mortal strange attire they flaunted in that other realm.
But now that he had both spells pat, he’d transfer himself there. He looked into the depths of his crystal. Marry, but that was a plausive dame with whom Philip² was holding parlance. For shame, the rudesby had made her weep! Let her but tarry a bit and her estate would be bettered.
I’ll consolate you, my pretty wench,
Philip murmured.
What?
Dorothea said sharply.
I did not address you, kicksy-wicksy,
he snarled. I but spoke to myself. Must I crave your leave to soliloquize?
If y’addressed yourself as ‘pretty wench,’
she retorted, you’re even scanter of wit than I’d fancied... eh, Perkin?
The cat miaued. Always agreeing with her, Philip thought resentfully—smoothing her and soothing her. Well, she might be his superior in sorcery, but he had never stooped to fawning on her like Perkin. And let her see how she fancied