"He had no business there," the white cat added primly. "He's not one of us, after all. So we thought we would drive him away."
"Stupid creature was babbling something about a rabbit," the calico cat said with a disdainful look at the black cat. "As if that was any excuse."
"Why didn't you call me?" Trouble demanded. "I never get to have any fun." Radiating hurt pride, he stalked to the far end of the porch and disappeared into a large clump of beebalm.
"You know, people have been trying to perfect a universal cat-translating spell for years," Archaniz said to Morwen in a dry tone. She glanced at the cats on the porch railing. "If you do come up with one, I'd like a copy for myself."
"Nosy old biddy," said the calico cat.
"On second thought, perhaps it would be better if I left things as they are," Morwen said.
"Being disagreeable, are they?" Archaniz said knowingly. "It's only to be expected. Who ever heard of a polite cat?"
The black cat hissed. "Grendel!" said Archaniz. "Behave yourself.
It wasn't that bad, and besides, you can use the exercise."
"He certainly can," said the calico cat.
"What's all this racket?" rumbled a low, sleepy cat voice from under the porch. "Dash it, can't a fellow take a nap in peace?" A moment later, a long cream-and-silver cat oozed around the steps to blink at the growing assembly above him.
"That's another thing, Morwen," Archaniz said, scowling at the newcomer.
"Cats and witches go together, I admit. And I know they're a big help with your spells, but one really ought to observe some reasonable limits."
"I do," said Morwen. All nine cats were useful, particularly when it came to working long, involved spells that required both concentration and power. Nine cats working together could channel a lot of magic.
To explain all this would sound uncomfortably like bragging, however, so Morwen only added, "Anyway, I like cats."
"She is simply jealous because we're all smarter than he is," the white cat informed Morwen with a look at the black cat on Archaniz's shoulder.
"What, all of you?" Morwen said, raising an eyebrow.
"All of us," the white cat said firmly. "Even Fiddlesticks."
"I'm very smart," Fiddlesticks agreed. "I'm lots smarter than Fatso there. Don't you think I'm smart, Morwen?"
Grendel hissed and bunched together as if he were preparing to launch himself from Archaniz's shoulder. Hastily, Archaniz put up her free hand to hold him back. "Perhaps I had better leave now," she said.
"We can finish our discussion some other-" "There's a big garden show coming up in Lower Sandis ," Morwen said thoughtfully. "Why doesn't the Deadly Nightshade Garden Club enter an exhibit? If we all work together, we should be able to put together something quite impressive."
Archaniz considered. "Monkshood and snakeroot and so on? In a large black tent."
"And if everyone sends one or two really exotic things-" "Morwen, you're a genius! People will talk about it for years, and that Airy McAiling Grinny person won't have a leg to stand on."
"I don't think it will be that simple," Morwen cautioned. "But an exhibit will buy us time to find out why he's so interested in making witches do things his way. And stop him."
"Of course," the Chairwitch said happily. "Let's see-Kanikak grows Midnight fire-flowers, and I have half a dozen Giant Weaselweeds. If I can talk Wully into letting us use her smokeblossoms…"
"I'll contribute two Black Diamond snake lilies and an invisible dusk-blooming chokevine," Morwen said. "I won't keep you any longer now; just let me know when you've got things arranged. Chaos, Miss Eliza, Scorn, wait for me inside, if you please."
The three cats sitting on the railing looked at each other. Then Chaos, the long-haired tabby, jumped down and sauntered past Fiddlesticks into the house. The white cat, Miss Eliza Tudor, followed, tail high, and Fiddlesticks fell in behind her, apparently without even thinking about what he was doing. Scorn sat where she was, staring stubbornly at Morwen.
"I'm not leaving while that idiot of hers is still here," Scorn said with a sidelong glance at Grendel and Archaniz. "There's no telling what he might get up to."
As this did not seem unreasonable, for a cat, Morwen let it pass. She walked Archaniz out into the yard, where there was plenty of room for a takeoff, and bade her a polite good-bye. As soon as the Chairwitch was out of sight above the trees, Morwen turned to go back inside. Jasper Darlington Higgins IV was sitting in front of the porch steps, watching her.
"Was that a good idea?" he said. "Invisible dusk-blooming chokevines aren't exactly easy to find, you know. Much less to grow. And you haven't got any, unless you've added them to the garden since early this morning."
"I'm well aware of that," Morwen said. "But I've been wanting some for a long time, to put along the fence by the back gate. Now I've got a good excuse to hunt them up."
"As long as you know what you're getting into,"Jasper said. "Can I go back to sleep now, or is there going to be more noisy excitement?"
"Go to sleep," said Morwen. As she climbed the porch steps, she gave Scorn a pointed glare. Dignity dripping from every whisker, Scorn jumped down from the railing and walked into the house. Morwen shook her head, picked up her broomstick and her paint can, and followed.
Miss Eliza, Scorn, and Chaos were sitting in the kitchen, trying to look as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen and not as if they were doing as Morwen had told them. The only one who managed it was Scorn, who had jumped up onto the bench below the side window and begun washing her face. When Morwen entered, she looked up briefly and then returned to washing. In contrast, Chaos jumped guiltily and Miss Eliza Tudor looked away. There was no sign of Fiddlesticks.
"Archaniz has left, and Grendel has gone with her," Morwen said, setting the paint on the table. "Now, which of you three would like to begin?"
"Begin what?" Chaos asked warily.
Scorn stopped washing and snorted. "Don't be dense. She wants to know about our chasing Grendel."
"We have already explained that," Miss Eliza said.
"Not to my satisfaction," Morwen said. "You know better than to pick a fight with another witch's cat. At least, I thought you did."
"It's our job to keep things out of the garden," Chaos said, looking up with his green eyes wide. "That's all we were doing."
Morwen sighed. "Well, at least I don't have to ask who started it.
What happened, exactly?"
The cats exchanged looks. "We were out by the back fence, the three of us and Aunt Ophelia and Murgatroyd," Miss Eliza said. "Chaos was in the apple tree-"
"As usual," Scorn put in. "You'd think it belonged to him."
"-and he saw that witch swoop down over the hill behind the house.
He said he saw her cat jump off the broomstick-" "Probably looking for that blue catnip that grows on the far side," Scorn said. "Grendel's a little too fond of his nibbles, if you ask me."
"Nobody did," said Chaos.
Miss Eliza glared at the other two and lashed her tail. "If I may continue… ?"
"Nobody's stopping you," Scorn said, and to show her complete indifference she bent sideways and began washing her side.