Ithanalin's Restoration

The couch was trapped, cornered on a strip of stone eight feet wide and eight yards long.

For a moment everything seemed to freeze; the couch, apparently realizing its situation, had stopped where it was. The guards on the ramparts had paused, unsure of what was happening. And Kilisha stood at the top of the steps, taking in the situation and preventing the men behind her from moving forward.

"Don't hurt it!" she called. "It doesn't know what it's doing- it doesn't remember "who it is!"

"Who in the World is it?" someone asked. "And why does it look like a couch?"

"It is a couch," Kilisha shouted back. "But it has a piece of a wizard's soul trapped in it. Only it didn't get the wizard's memories."

"It's holding the overlord," another soldier called. "I don't care who it is, it can't do that!"

The couch turned back and forth as they spoke; at the last sentence it backed up against the parapet and squeezed down on the overlord's leg.

"Ow!" Wulran bellowed. "It's crushing my leg!" He reached for the couch's arm, and pried at it helplessly. The couch was clearly stronger than he was; it clamped down, and Wulran was unable to loosen its grip.

"Don't go any closer," Kilisha called, as the four soldiers started forward. "It might break his leg!"

"But…" The nearest guardsman looked at her helplessly. "We have to do something]"

"She's just an apprentice," one of the soldiers on the stairs behind her said.

"She's a wizard's apprentice," Kelder retorted. "She knows what's going on here better than we do!"

Kilisha was grateful for the vote of confidence; she wished she deserved it, but in truth, she really knew very little more than anyone else. She could only guess what the couch was thinking, what it wanted…

But maybe she could figure it out. Maybe she could talk it into releasing the overlord and coming home peacefully-and if not, she could try the Spell of Stupefaction. She stepped forward.

"Couch," she called, "do you remember me? Kilisha, your apprentice?"

The couch turned, and seemed to be listening-though Kilisha had no idea why she thought so. It had no ears, no eyes, no features, but it somehow seemed alert and attentive.

"Nobody wants to hurt you," she said, taking another step forward.

The couch backed away, tight against the parapet. It lifted one back leg up into the nearest crenelation, hoisting itself and the overlord up at an awkward angle. The soldiers started forward.

"Calm down!" Kilisha called, raising one hand-but her other hand was fumbling with her pouch. She needed the bat wing and the envelope of powdered spider and about thirty or forty seconds to work the Spell of Stupefaction, and she doubted she would have the forty seconds, but at the very least she could have the bat wing and powdered spider ready.

The soldiers and the couch stopped.

"Couch," Kilisha called, "you're a spell gone wrong. We just want to put it right. Half of you is an ordinary couch, and the other half is a piece of my master, the wizard Ithanalin. Do you remember any of that?"

The couch turned back and forth, clearly signaling a negative- it didn't remember anything of the sort.

"It's true, I promise," Kilisha said. "I swear it by all the gods." The powdered spider was eluding her fingers. She had found the vial of strength potion, though, and closed her hand around it. She had an idea of how she might use that, and it wouldn't require time she didn't have. "We just want to put everything back where it belongs-put the couch back in the parlor, and put Ithanalin's soul back in his body. Won't you let us do that?"

The back-and-forth was far more emphatic this time.

"But don't you understand, it'll be putting everything right?"

The couch did not bother with a mere shake this time; instead it gathered itself and sprang up onto the parapet, only just barely catching itself before it went over the edge. Several people gasped as it balanced there on two legs, one front and one rear, its other front leg hanging over the battlements, its other rear leg over that fearsome hundred-foot drop to the rocks.

The overlord, who had been moving about trying to get more comfortable, froze in terror.

Kilisha knew that any chance of stupefying the couch had just vanished; if she tried it now it might fall the wrong way. She forgot about the bat wing and spider.

"Let me past," a soldier said in Kilisha's ear as he tried to move behind her to get at the parapet.

"Don't go near it!" Kilisha shouted. "Don't you sec? It's saying it would rather die than let us catch it-and it's ready to take the overlord with it!"

The soldier stopped, "Oh," he said.

"Everyone stay right where you are," Kilisha said, taking another step toward the couch. "Let me talk to it. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement."

"I hope so," the overlord said, so quietly that Kilisha doubted any of the soldiers heard him. He was looking over his shoulder at the ocean far below.

Kilisha hoped so, too-though she had no intention of keeping any agreement that might get made. Once the overlord and the couch were safe and separated, she intended to take the couch home with her, no matter what it might mean. She would gladly break oaths, disobey her master, anything that would get this all settled safely and restore Ithanalin to himself!

She was trying to plan out what she could do, and had a few ideas, but it was so hard to think clearly in a situation like this!

She needed to get the couch down off the parapet, and get the overlord off the couch, and it didn't matter which order she did it in, so long as she kept them both from falling. If she got the overlord to safety first, it would be easier to deal with the couch.

"My lord," Kilisha called, "how is your ankle?"

"It hurts," Wulran replied. "So does my head, for that matter."

"Let me give you something for the pain, then." She pulled the vial of strength potion from her pouch and held it up with the label turned away-she had no idea how the couch could sec, or whether it knew how to read, and preferred to take as few chances as necessary.

If Wulran drank the potion he would be strong enough to pry the arm off his ankle-or at least, she certainly hoped so! Once he was loose, she could worry about the couch.

Wulran squinted at her. "What is that?"

"Just a potion to relieve pain," she lied.

"You know, apprentice, I'm not at all sure I can trust you. I don't know you; all I have to convince me of your identity and honesty is Nuvielle's word, and you might have enchanted her."

"My lord," Kilisha said desperately, "I am just an apprentice- do you think I would dare put a spell on the Lady Treasurer? You know the Wizards' Guild forbids us to interfere in politics. This potion is harmless, I assure you-you can read the label for yourself."

"Oh, fine-I would like this headache to go away, and my ankle is starting to throb splendidly, and I can't feel my toes. Bring it here." He held out a hand.

Kilisha started to step forward.

The couch backed up a fraction of an inch, moving ever so slightly closer to plummeting from the fortress ramparts to the rocks.

Kilisha froze.

"I'll toss it," she said. "Catch, my lord!" She threw the vial underhand, hoping the overlord was reasonably coordinated; she did have one more vial of strength potion, but only one.

Fortunately, Wulran caught it easily. He glanced at the label, then at Kilisha; she nodded toward his pi

"Pain reliever," he said. "Thank you." He pulled the cork and lifted the bottle.

"Just half, my lord!" Kilisha called, as he began to drink.

As she spoke she was thinking quickly. The real danger here was falling. If she tried to work any sort of spell-not just the Spell of Stupefaction, but anything-the couch would see it, and probably think it was an attack. She did still have her other potions-would she be able to use those without sending the couch over the edge?