The Death of the Good Wizard
The Death of the Good Wizard
Words on the book's pages were changing, switching places with amazing speed. Some disappeared, others appeared out of nowhere. Gregory couldn't even read a single sentence, the words were jumping around so fast.
"Is the whole book like this?" asked Gregory.
"A lot of it. The last half, anyway. And remember, Merlin gave me strict orders to watch my book. He said, 'If you see anything that's amiss, please come to our aid.'"
"We've got to show this to Mildred and Palamon."
Gregory and Yola trotted toward Mildred's house. When they got there, the door opened before they even rang the bell.
"Thank goodness you're here!" exclaimed Mildred. "Palamon's gone!"
"Gone?" echoed Gregory.
"Where?" asked Yola.
"I have no idea! I just went out for a little while to buy groceries, and when I got back, he wasn't here! Oh, I'm worried half to death! He doesn't know his way around town at all! And nobody can understand what he says! And car traffic - that's still a complete mystery to him! He could get into awful trouble!"
"I'm afraid it might be worse than you think, Mildred," said Yola uneasily.
They hurried into Mildred's cluttered living room, where Yola opened her book on a table.
"Oh, my!" murmured Mildred. "I've never seen a paper book do anything like that before. Could it be some kind of computerized microcircuitry? Or maybe even nano- circuitry - circuits no bigger than molecules?"
"That doesn't matter," grumbled Yola impatiently. "What's important is that the book is changing again. I want to check something ..."
Yola turned to page 415, where it was written, "Merlin sent his apprentice, Palamon, to a faraway place to learn of other ways." All the pages and words that came before that sentence were fine. But problems started after the sentence, and throughout the rest of the book the words jumped around wildly.
"It does have something to do with Palamon," sighed Yola.
"Do you mean - ?" gasped Gregory.
"I mean that Palamon isn't running around Bainesboro," said Yola. "He must have gone through the tunnel to get back home. Whatever he did there caused this."
"And that means we've got to go back and fix the story again," groaned Gregory.
"Not so fast!" piped in Mildred. "I want to run some tests on this book."
"Fine, Mildred," replied Yola impatiently. "You go ahead and run tests. Gregory and I are going through the tunnel right now."
A sense of dread swept over Gregory. On the other side of that tunnel, he and his friends had struggled against the sorceress Morgan le Fay. Her strange powers had been frightening enough, but it wasn't Morgan's magic that most terrified Gregory. He had sensed true evil in her, and he wasn't sure that anyone else realized just how wicked Morgan could be. But he knew there was no escaping what they had to do.
"We do have to go," Gregory agreed glumly. "Before our whole world starts changing, like it did last time."
"Oh, no you don't," said Mildred pertly. "You two are not going anywhere without adult supervision."
"Okay, then," said Yola. "We'd all better get moving."
"What about our clothes?" asked Gregory, forcing himself to think of practical matters.
"That's right," said Yola. "Ev