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The Oath Bound Wizard - Her Majesty's Wizard 02
Christopher Stasheff
CHAPTER 1
Lovers' Quarrel
The horse was steaming, and Matt was fuming. They clattered in over the
drawbridge and past the guards with nothing but a perfunctory grunt. They
exchanged a glance and shook their heads.
Matt pulled up by the stables and tossed the reins to the first groom who
came running, then turned away on his heel, stalking toward the towering bulk of
the keep. The groom stared after him, shocked--the Lord Wizard was unfailing in
his politeness, with always time for a cheerful word or two.
But Her Majesty's Wizard was anything but cheerful, and in no mood to be
polite to anyone, least of all Her Majesty. The fact that he had to ride a mere
horse only made things worse. Of course, he had had to be content with ordinary
 
mounts since his dragon friend Stegoman had gone gallivanting off with his other
friend Sir Guy on an errand of errantry, a gallant mission to save the kingdom
of Ibile from the wretched stew of sorcery it had simmered into over the last
two hundred years--and, at the moment, Matt wished most ardently that he had
gone with them. The danger seemed of relatively little importance compared to
the simple fact of a mission worth undertaking. Not like this last little
fracas, which...!
He stormed up to the doors of the royal apartments, but as he laid hold of
the handle, a sentry leaped forward, albeit with trepidation. "Nay, my Lord
Wizard! Her Majesty hath not given leave!"
"Too right she hasn't!" Matt snarled. Alisande seemed to have developed an
aversion to Matt's company lately, probably because every time he saw her, he
pressed her to set a date for their wedding: But they had been engaged for three
years now, so it wasn't surprising that Matt was getting a little impatient. It
was time to have it out with her. He yanked the door open and stormed into the
corridor, trailing a howling wake of horrified sentries and servants.
The queen looked up from her writing, blue eyes wide in surprise, then in
outrage.
It almost stopped Matt--not her rage, but her beauty. The oval face was
framed in a cascade of blond hair, unbound here in her private apartments, and
set off perfectly by the mauve of her casual gown.
Almost.
"Why don't you just say you don't want me around anymore?" Matt slapped his
gloves down on the table. "That last trip was something any village magician
could have taken care of. No, strike that--he would have sent his apprentice!"
"I did not deem a plague of locusts a trivial matter, Lord Wizard!" Alisande
 
said in a voice that would have frozen penguins. "It may be of little moment to
you, but the poor peasant folk thereabout thought it disastrous!"
"Sure, because their village magician had dropped dead two years ago, and
their baron was too cheap to hire a replacement! And don't tell me you didn't
know that!"
"Assuredly, I did--and thought it your office to see to it! What, must I
undertake every smallest matter myself? Have I none to aid me?"
"Oh, come off it with the wounded violet routine! You could have told me why
the baron didn't have a magician, and I would have sent one out."
Alisande's gaze faltered. "Mayhap, yet still 'twas thy duty to see to his
installation."
"And just conveniently put myself out of your way for a fortnight, so you
didn't have to worry about my importuning you!"
Alisande tried to bring her gaze back up to his, but didn't quite manage it.
"Wherefore ought I find concern..."
"Because I keep pressing you to set the date! Which is scarcely surprising,
considering how long we've been engaged! But every time I bring up the subject
of marriage, you keep putting me off--and off, and off. Meanwhile, I hang around
here like your tame poodle--just another ornament for your palace, never getting
to do anything I really want to do!"
"Not what you wish! Pray Heaven any of us could do what we wished! And what
is it you wish to do?"
"Marry you!"
Alisande took a deep breath, fighting for patience and trying to still her
beating heart. "It shall come some day, Lord Wizard."
 
"Yes, I understand it will. I seem to remember some sort of promise to that
effect..."
"Promise?" Alisande's gaze sharpened "I made no promise!"
"Oh?" Matt cocked his head to the side. "Then what would you call those
words we exchanged on Breden Plain?"
"My appeal, and your response. As I mind me, 'twas yourself who did give
promise that day, not I--and somewhat unwillingly at that."
"Well, I'm more than willing now!" Matt swallowed down outrage. "And you may
not have actually given me a promise, but there certainly seemed to be something
implied."
Alisande tossed her head impatiently. "In a moment of weakness, I gave you a
kiss, naught more--and, Lord Wizard, a kiss is not a promise."
Matt held his face impassive while he absorbed the hurt. Alisande saw, and
quailed within, but met wooden face with flint.
Finally, Matt said, "If that kiss happened in a moment of weakness, then you
have a weakness for me--which means that, underneath your mask of duty, you're
really in love with me, and hopefully, want to spend your life with me."
Alisande bridled, the more so because it was true. "You overreach yourself,
Lord Wizard. Yet whether I love you or not, I may not act upon it."
Matt just stared at her.
Then he said, "Let me get this straight. You love me, but you can't do
anything about it?"
Alisande kept her face hard. "You must know that a queen cannot marry for
love--but only for the good of the kingdom, using her marriage as a way of
forming an alliance, or in other ways benefiting her people."
Matt felt his stomach sink--he did indeed know. So, of course, he tried to
 
fend off the vision of a lifetime of hanging around the court as the bachelor
least likely to succeed, by going on the offensive. "That means that if I were
the king of some other country, you'd marry me?"
"Aye, if the goodwill of that land were of need to my own."
"Okay--so I'll go win a kingdom." Matt started to turn away.
"Speak not so foolishly, Lord Wizard!" Alisande snapped, with her first hint
of real temper. "Kingdoms are not to be had for the asking! To say such is nigh
to sacrilege!"
"Oh, come on!" Matt turned back. "There has to be a kingdom somewhere near
that has a rotten king, and needs a new one."
"Aye, both Ibile and Allustria--yet I do well but to ward against them, with
all my horses and all my men! How should we conquer them?"
"I'll find a way."
"You cannot!"
"I swear to God I will!" Matt shouted. "I'll kick that Ibilian
monster-monarch off his throne or die trying!"
Alisande blanched, and the throne room was suddenly as silent as a tomb,
even the guards staring in scandalized shock. Matt glanced at them out of the
corners of his eyes, and something inside him said, in a very tiny voice, Oh. I
should not have said that, should I?
Then Alisande caught her breath and shouted, "Guards! Seize that man! Bind
and gag him! Chain him to the thickest wall in my deepest dungeon!"
Matt stared, unbelieving. His one true love? Sending him into solitary?
Then the guards hit, and he believed. Two men hugged his arms and two more
his legs, picking him up bodily, ignoring his struggles. He opened his mouth to
 

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