fish.
The Wizard Tower Courtyard was sheltered from the wind, and the light from the torches in their holders along the walls was steady and bright. Jenna thought the Courtyard looked unusually clean - gone were the nasty surprises, and even the precarious slippery feeling underfoot had disappeared. As she and Beetle approached the great white marble steps that led up to the Wizard Tower, the reason for this sudden attack of hygiene appeared carrying a shovel and a very big bucket.
"Hildegarde!" said Jenna in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you were having some time off."
Hildegarde swept a grimy hand across her forehead, stopped and leaned wearily on her shovel. "I wish," she said.
Jenna noticed that the sub-Wizard's blue robes were soaked and splattered with mud - or worse - and her short brown hair had been blown into something resembling a bird's nest. "I suppose it's not quite the job you wanted at the Tower," said Jenna sympathetically.
"No, it's not," replied Hildegarde and then, realizing she had been curt, she said, "But of course I am happy to help out while the Apprentice is unable to look after his dragon and - "
"Why, what's happened?" Jenna interrupted, suddenly alarmed. "Is Sep ill? Has he had an accident?"
"Oh, it's nothing to worry about, Princess Jenna. He's doing his first Projection. It's tricky stuff; he mustn't be disturbed until it's finished. It will be ending soon and then we'll all find out what it was.
He's obviously very good at it, as no one has guessed what it is, although" - Hildegarde's voice took on a disapproving tone - "some of the more elderly Wizards have been placing bets."
"Oh, thank goodness." Jenna sighed. "For a moment I thought we were too late."
"Too late? No, I think he has about ten minutes left until the end."
"The end?"
"Of the Projection. I suggest you try the Great Hall. I have a feeling all is not right in the Old Spells cupboard." Hildegarde winked conspiratorially. "But please excuse me, I must put these things away and I will join you there." She clattered off hurriedly.
Jenna and Beetle climbed the steps up to the massive silver doors that formed the entrance to the Wizard Tower. Jenna muttered the password and the doors silently opened. As they stepped into the Great Hall, the words WELCOME, PRINCESS ran across the floor in flickering, multicolored letters.
It did not escape Beetle's notice that there was no WELCOME, INSPECTION CLERK to greet him - as there had been in the past. Beetle wondered how the Wizard Tower could possibly know. He felt even worse, if that was possible. Somehow it made it official.
There was a buzz of expectation in the Great Hall. A throng of Wizards was milling about, some clutching small pink slips of paper, others chatting or hanging around trying to look as if they just happened to come to the Great Hall for important business. Jenna had never seen so many Wizards in one place. It was a colorful scene: the blue of the Ordinary Wizard robes set against the backdrop of the bright, fleeting pictures that moved over the walls showing fabled moments from the Wizard Tower's past.
As always, Jenna felt a little overawed by the Wizard Tower. Although as Princess she was always welcome - and was even in possession of the password - the Tower was a strange and intimidating place. It seemed to her as though it were a living being. The pictures on the walls brightened and faded as if the Tower itself were breathing in and out, in and out. Light and dark, light and dark. The heady scent of incense, and the odd smell of Magyk - of old Spells and new, all combined to make Jenna feel unsettled. She wanted to understand everything that went on in the Castle and did not like the fact that she could not quite work out what the Wizards actually did. She had once asked Marcia what she did all day and, although it all seemed to make sense at the time, later she could not remember a word of what Marcia had said. It had even crossed her mind that Marcia had done a Forget Spell on her, but when she had mentioned it to Septimus he had laughed and told her that he never remembered what Marcia said to him either. But even so, Jenna was beginning to understand the old Castle saying: A Queen and a Wizard shall never agree