While they waited for the other three to recover, Querida took Regins arm and pulled him across the sand, towards the white building. Why did you look so oddly when I said your guild must have made a mint from the tours? she hissed up at him. Does that mean you want the tours stopped too?
Trust her to notice! the thief thought ruefully. Not exactly, Madam Chancellor. But if you think about it, youll see that after forty years we havent got much else to steal. Were debating stealing from one another and even if we did, theres nothing much left to spend what we steal on. Actually, I was sent to ask whether it was permissible to steal from the Pilgrims.
Dont you steal from tourists? Querida asked. When he shook his head, another blissful grin spread over Queridas little lizard face. Do you know, I believe that must be one thing that Mr Chesney forgot to put in his rules. By all means start stealing from tourists. Her face darted round towards Umru, who was now mopping his head with his embroidered cape. Come along, man! Dont just stand there! Come along, all of you, before you fry. Well begin with the White Oracle.
She led the way to the white building. Regin followed, stepping lightly in his soft boots, although sweat trickled past his ears. King Luther and Barnabas trudged glumly after them. Umru floundered behind and had some trouble fitting through the narrow white doorway.
Inside, it was dark and beautifully cool. They stood in a row looking into a complete darkness that seemed to take up much more space than such a small building could hold.
What do we do? King Luther asked.
Wait, said Querida. Watch.
They waited. After a while, as happens when you stare into total darkness, they all thought they could see dots, blobs and twirling patterns. Sun dazzle, King Luther thought. Trick of the eyeballs, Regin thought. Take no notice. Means nothing.
All at once the seeming dazzles gathered purposefully together. It was impossible to think they meant nothing. In a second or so, they definitely formed the shape of something that might have been human, though swirling and too tall, composed of dim reds and sullen blues and small flashes of green. A soft hollow voice, with a lot of echoes behind it, said, Speak your question, mortals.
Thank you, Querida said briskly. Our question is this: What do we do to abolish the Pilgrim Parties and get rid of Mr Chesney for good?
The swirling shape dived, mounted to something twenty feet high and then shrank to something Queridas size, weaving this way and that. It seemed agitated. But the hollow voice, when it spoke, was the same as before. You must appoint as Dark Lord the first person you see on leaving here.
Much obliged, said Querida.
Quite suddenly, the little temple was not dark at all. It was a very small space, hardly big enough for the five of them, with bare white walls and a floor of drifted sand in which bits of rubbish could be seen, evidently dropped by other people who had been to consult the White Oracle. There were scraps of paper, a small shoe, buckles, straps and plumstones. Something flashed, half-buried in the sand by the toes of Regins boots. While everyone was turning to go out, he stooped and picked it deftly up, and then paused in surprise with the rest of them, because the doorway was no longer narrow. It was now wide enough for all five of them to walk out side by side. They stepped forward into the heat again, blinking at empty miles of glaring desert.
No one here,
said Querida.
I suppose itll be the first person we see when we get back then, Barnabas said.
Regin looked at what he had picked up. It was a strip of cloth. There were black letters printed on it that read: Be careful what you ask for: you may get it. He passed it silently to King Luther, who was nearest.
Now it warns us! said King Luther, and passed it to Umru.
This is something I often tell my flock, Umru said.
Wizards know it too, Barnabas said. He took the cloth and passed it to Querida. Weve been warned, Querida. Do you still want to consult the Black Oracle as well?
Of course I do. And I am always very careful what I ask for, Querida retorted. She led the way across the short distance to the black temple. The others looked at one another, shrugged, and followed.
The black building breathed out cold from its surface. Umru sighed with relief as he came under its walls, but his teeth were actually chattering slightly by the time it was his turn to squeeze through the narrow entrance. Inside, he moaned miserably, because it was as hot in there as the desert outside. He stood puffing and panting in deep darkness while, just as before, dazzles and blobs gathered in front of their eyes.
We wait for them to gather, Regin thought wisely. But this time, instead of gathering, the twirling dazzles retreated, swirling away to the sides and glowing more and more strongly. It took all the watchers a full minute to realise that the darkness left behind was now the shape of a huge nearly-human figure.