"Yes, but there's a spell on them that rings a bell in the footman's room whenever someone who doesn't belong here comes through one of them."
"However they did it, we aren't going to figure it out standing here," Morwen said. "Either we should go down to the armory and investigate, or we should get those lemons and go meet Mendanbar and Telemain the way we planned."
"Good heavens, I almost forgot," Cimorene said. "Lemons and unicorn water it is. I'm sorry, Kazul, but we can't do everything at once."
Cimorene and Morwen said good-bye to Kazul and went back into the kitchen, where they collected the lemons and unicorn water. Just as they were leaving, Jasper slipped out from behind a large basket of apples that was leaning against a corner wall.
"Morwen?" said the cat. "I've got something to tell you."
"All right," Morwen said. "Would you mind waiting a minute, Cimorene? Jasper wants to talk to me, and he wouldn't interrupt if it weren't important."
"Of course," Cimorene said. "But do try to be quick, Jasper. We've already taken more time than we should have."
Jasper favored Cimorene with a slow blink of approval. "I like her. She understands cats better than most people do."
"Very likely," said Morwen. "Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"I know how the wizards got into the armory."
"Well?"
The cat coughed and looked around to make sure none of the other animals were within hearing distance. "Plumbing and mouse holes," he said very softly. "There's an old drain that goes under the moat and comes out in the forest. The wizards used it to get into the castle and then wandered around in the walls until they found a mouse hole into the armory. Once they had the sword, they used a transport spell to leave."
"How do you know all this?"
Jasper hunched his shoulders in embarrassment. "I asked the castle mice. A couple of them are friends of mine, and they gave me the whole story. Don't tell anyone, will you? If Scorn finds out, I'll never hear the end of it."
"If Scorn or anyone else says one word about it, you let me know," Morwen said. "That was very well done, Jasper. Thank you."
Jasper raised his chin and arched his back proudly. "You're welcome.
But I'd still rather you didn't tell Scorn."
"I won't," Morwen promised. "All right, Cimorene. Let's go."
"What was that about?" Cimorene asked as they left the kitchen. "J asper found out how the wizards got in," Morwen said, and explained as well as she could without mentioning Jasper's friendship with the mice.
Cimorene frowned. "Mouse holes? That's awful. We'll never find them all, and even if we did, the mice would just make new ones. And no one has ever invented a spell to keep mice out. Not one that works, anyway."
"And if you can't keep the mice out, you can't keep the wizards out, either. It's a problem." Morwen thought for a minute. "Why don't you ask the mice to help?"
"Ask the mice?" Cimorene looked startled, then nodded. "Of course.
Even if they won't tell us where their holes are, they can let us know if any more wizards try to use them. But who should we get to talk to them?"
"Your gargoyle. I'll wager my best broomstick that the mice will talk to him, and Telemain can rig up some portable magic mirrors so he can warn you when you're in other parts of the castle."
"Can Telemain make portable magic mirrors?"
"I don't know," Morwen said. "But we can ask."
They turned down the last long corridor that led to the Grand Hall, and Morwen's eyes widened. "Impressive," she said after a moment.
"Haven't you been to the Grand Hall before?" Cimorene said.
"No," Morwen said positively. "I'd remember."
The door to the Grand Hall was made of gold. It was twice as wide and three times as tall as a normal door, and it was covered with relief patterns that moved and twisted if you looked at them too long.
Cimorene smiled at Morwen, tapped at the door with one finger, and waited. After a moment, the door swung smoothly open.
"We're here," Cimorene said, stepping forward. "Are you ready to start?"
The Grand Hall was as large as a ballroom, with a high ceiling and a green marble floor. Sunlight streamed through a dozen windows in the upper half of the walls, and two branches of unlit candles hung below each window, ready for evening or a cloudy day. Mendanbar and Telemain had pushed the few pieces of furniture-five high-backed wooden chairs and a long low-backed couch-up against the far wall. In the empty center of the room, Telemain had set up a large iron brazier, about three feet high and nearly five feet across.
"Where on earth did you get that?" Cimorene asked.
"I ordered it from the dwarfs," Telemain said, stooping to squint across the rim of the brazier. "And I had to send it back twice. The wizard liquefication spell requires extraordinary precision in the initial stages." With considerable difficulty, he shoved the brazier half an inch to the right and stooped to check its position once more.
"I made a quick trip to his house just now to bring it," Mendanbar said. "I don't need the sword for a spell that simple."
Cimorene smiled at him. "Thank you. How long will this take?"
"Not long," Telemain said, rising. "You've got the lemons and the unicorn water?"
Morwen handed them to him. "I don't think I've seen a setup quite like this before. How did you think of it?"
"The design was not difficult, once the theoretical basis for the spell was determined." Telemain carefully set the lemons on the floor and opened the bottle of unicorn water. It glowed with a faint silver-white light as he poured it into the brazier. "The efficacy of the cleansing solution in liquefying wizards suggested the operation of an antithetical principle, which-" "Did you have to get him started?"
Cimorene asked reproachfully.
"Yes," said Morwen. "I want to know how this works. Talk to Mendanbar, if you'd rather not listen."
From one of his many pockets, Telemain produced a small envelope.
As he mixed and poured and arranged the various elements of the spell, he explained each procedure in detail. Morwen was impressed in spite of herself.
The spell was clearly a major magical achievement.
Finally the preparations were finished and the brazier was half-full of white, foamy liquid. "That's enough," Telemain said. "Now, would all of you come here and hold your right hands over the brazier, please."
Frowning, he watched the bubbling liquid until the foam reached the lip of the brazier. Then he said, "Over and under, in and out.
Back and through and roundabout.
Send them away when we wish them to go.