Summary: A tour bus disappears in an isolated part of England's country side where many people have vanished before. Balthazar goes to investigate, and since Dave is on summer break he gets to come along. Oh joy.
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Dave rummaged through his master's music collection while he waited for the old man to pay for the gas. He had to admit, investigating a string of disappearances in northern England wasn't something he really wanted to do with his very short summer break. He only had eleven days before summer school started he had been hoping to spend it with Becky. But Balthazar had pulled the 'There could be innocent people in danger' card. However Balthazar had relented enough to give Dave a one day break while he made travel arrangements, and had even given Dave money to take Becky out to a nice restaurant. And the apprentice was enjoying the fresh air. The only time he used to leave New York was to see his father in Washington. He looked up at the sound of the door opening. "Balthazar, we really have to update your cassette collection."
"Well, first of all, they're cassettes. Second of all, is there anything here newer than the 1980s? And since when are you a David Bowie fan?" asked Dave noting there were three of the singer's cassettes.
"Dave, you forget the golden rule: he who owns the car picks the music, while he who rides shotgun shuts his pie-hole," said the master sorcerer as he climbed in. He shot his apprentice a glance, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Just saying, MP3s are a lot more convenient."
"Shuts his pie-hole… and buckles up. These back roads can get pretty bumpy."
Dave shrugged and did as ordered. "Guess I should be grateful you don't still use vinyl records."
"Can't fit a player into the dashboard."
Dave rolled his eyes.
The ride was painful as the road was winding and full of pot holes. The apprentice had tried to do some studying from the text books he had brought along, but it hadn't ended well.
"How you holding up, Dave?"
"Sure?" Balthazar practically laughed. "You're looking a little green." Dave turned from the window to his master.
"Must you be so cheerful?"
"Come on Dave, you're out of the city, getting some nice clean air. Think of it as a vacation."
Dave looked at the back seat where the camping gear was stored.
"You'll have fun, Dave."
"Yeah, 'cause bug bites, no toilet, and mysterious disappearances are just so much fun."
"There's something off about it, Dave. Too many people at once. A tour bus? And not one person finds their way to civilization? It's been two weeks, and it's not the first time."
"I know, I know. Hikers and campers tend to disappear around there, so of course. We 'have' to go camping."
"Glad you agree," said Balthazar dryly. Several minutes passed before the master sorcerer turned back to his apprentice. "You see anyone behind us?"
Dave looked behind them, then to the fields on the sides of the road. "Nope, no one around for miles."
"Good." Balthazar opened the window and the ring on his finger began to glow. He reached out the window and placed his hand on the roof, and the car began to morph. Dave shifted as his seat began to alter. Within moments, the Phantom '32 was a red pickup truck, and the gear was outside in the back.
"Couldn't have turned the thing into something more comfortable?" whined Dave.
"We want to remain inconspicuous."
"Inconspicuous to who? There's no one around!"
"That could change, and it's whom not who. Calm down, we're just about a half hour away."
"Right, then we park the car and walk for miles with ten pounds of gear on our back. Good times. I still don't see why I couldn't just use the satchel you gave me?" asked Dave referring to the bag Balthazar had given him that opened to a small pocket dimension.
"Because campers have camping gear, Dave. Remember the whole 'not drawing attention to ourselves' plan?"
Dave sighed and sank further into the now very uncomfortable seat. He knew it was useless to point out the fact that there was no one around.
The walking wasn't that bad. Dave had to admit the fresh air was nice, even purifying. Balthazar had told him an anecdote from his travels in an attempt to cheer the younger man up. Dave had unfortunately tried to press his luck and asked what life had been like for the sorcerer when Balthazar had been Dave's age.
Balthazar's smile had faded and the next couple of hours had passed in silence.
"Sorry—about... whatever it is I said."
Balthazar stopped in his tracks and turned to his apprentice. "It's nothing. Just, back then, Horvath was my best friend, and… it's nothing." He turned back to the path they had been walking. "Just another hour to the camp site."
Dave frowned. He hadn't realized it was difficult for Balthazar to remember the times Horvath had been his friend, but he should have. The betrayal must have cut deep.
True to the master sorcerer's prediction, it took about an hour to reach the camp site, and yet another one to set up camp. Dave wasn't very good with tent poles.
"There's no wood around," he said, sitting down on a small tarp Balthazar had packed to deal with the wet ground.
"Wouldn't do any good, it would all be wet. You want a campfire?"
"Aren't campfires an important part of camping?"
"Yes, they are." Balthazar reached into his bag and pulled out a jar filled with a green powder. He took out a handful and placed it on the ground a few feet away. He waved his hand and the powder burst into flame.
"Should last a couple of hours. We can always add more powder."
Dave held out his hand. The fire felt warm and had a greenish tinge to it. "So green fire is low profile?"
"I can put it out."
"No, no need... I don't suppose…"
Balthazar reached into his sack and brought out marshmallows, some graham crackers, a couple of Hershey bars, and two metallic retractable pointers, the kind used by teachers to point things out on a board—well, used by teachers who didn't like laser pointers. They had padding on the handle so the heat from the fire wouldn't transfer. The master sorcerer handed one to Dave, then the bag of marshmallows after taking a couple for himself.
"Have you ever had smores before," said Balthazar, spearing his marshmallows and holding them out before the fire.
"Once," said Dave, still getting over his shock that Balthazar had brought ingredients for smores the master sorcerer was looking rather pleased with himself. "The school set up this camping trip, but… Mom, she was back from the hospital, and I… I wanted to spend time with her. She felt bad about me missing the trip, so we used the stove to cook the marshmallows and camped out in the kitchen. It was cramped, but… it was fun."
Balthazar nodded his understanding. Dave's mom had died of cancer about five years ago. Dave didn't often speak of his family, but the master sorcerer had met Dave's father during Christmas. Daniel Stutler had learned about his son's involvement in sorcery. They had had a fight and hadn't spoken since.
"How much chocolate did you bring?" asked Dave.
"Enough for six smores each, figured we'd have a couple a night. Got plenty of marshmallows, though."
"Good. Thanks, Balthazar."
"No problem." Despite having spent a good hour setting up the tents, the two men decided to sleep outside on the tarps Balthazar had packed. It was a clear night, and if that changed they could always move.
Dave woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Briefly, he wondered how Balthazar had managed to pack eggs, then realized—sorcerer.
"Morning, Balthazar," replied Dave, sitting up.
"Pack up our stuff while I finish up breakfast."
"Sure thing, boss."
"I'm not calling you that, way too many negative connotations in this era."
Balthazar rolled his eyes but let the matter drop. Dave had a point, and so long as the apprentice addressed the master sorcerer with respect, he wasn't going to push it.
"I hate rain," announced Dave with a slight whine. The clear sky had gone a few minutes after the pair had finished up breakfast. The rain had just been a drizzle at first, but now it was a downpour and had been for the last three hours. Suffice it to say, Dave wasn't enjoying today's hike.
"It's just water, Dave. You're a sorcerer, not a witch. You're not going to melt. Are you cold?" asked Balthazar, the last few words tinged with concern. The last thing he needed was a sneezing apprentice.
"No, I'm fine." Balthazar had taught Dave a spell to keep his body temperature up in inclement weather a few days before the trip. So although he was wet, he wasn't cold and wet.
Honestly, Dave wasn't that bothered by it. He had a jacket made out of dragon hide. It was waterproof and warm, but it didn't prevent water from running down his neck. The problem was just that Balthazar was silent, and the constant quiet was unnerving. Dave became so wrapped up in his own thoughts about his master that he didn't realize the man had stopped in his tracks and bumped into him.
"This way," ordered Balthazar stepping off the path and into the adjacent field.
"Why?" asked Dave following.
"I can sense magic in this direction, powerful magic."
"How far off?"
"Hard to tell."
The two walked for another two hours, and still saw nothing but lush green fields.
"Here? Here where?" Asked Dave twisted his head and torso around to see. "Balthazar, there's nothing, and no one around for miles." He continued with a wave at the empty fields.
Balthazar smiled. "I really have to teach you to sense magic. Later, though. Right now, we have to walk through."
Dave looked around and still saw nothing but empty field. "Walk through what?"
"…" Balthazar grimaced as if he really didn't want to say it. "Through the invisibility shield."
Dave shook his head, "Can our lives get more like a comic book?" he groaned
"We should be okay, so long as we avoid wearing tights." Balthazar reached out and the air in front of him shimmered. "This is one-way. Once we're in, we'll have trouble getting out."
Dave shrugged. "We've come this far. I mean, those tour bus people could still be alive, and need help."
Balthazar smiled at his apprentice and slid his backpack over his shoulder and started rummaging through it.
"What are you doing?"
"This shield may interfere with cell phones. I'm calling Veronica to let her know we may be out of reach for a few days."
After a few moments more of searching, he got out his phone and called home.
The conversation was short and consisted of Balthazar asking how his pregnant wife was doing, telling her what they had found, what they were planning on doing and that he loved her.
Dave tried not to eavesdrop. And pulled out his own phone.
"Dave?" asked Becky from the otherside of the line.
"Yeah it's me, look Balthazar and I found something somekind of force field once we go in I may not be able to contact you for a few days. But I'll call you as soon as I can."
"Okay, what kind of force field? How big is it?"
"Big, it's invisible."
"An invisible force field?" echoed Becky, Dave could hear the slight smile in her voice. Of course her boyfriend dealt with invisible force fields. He dealt with giant flying steal eagles.
"Yes. We think the missing people might be on the otherside. I'll tell you all about it when I get back. I have to go."
"Okay be careful Dave."
"I'm always careful."
Becky snorted. "Right see you soon."
"Ready?" asked Balthazar as the younger man flip his cellphone closed.
Dave nodded and turned to the sheild.
"Here we go," said Balthazar swinging his pack over his shoulder, he stepped forward and disappeared. Dave shrugged, closed his eyes and followed.
Dave opened his eyes after the tingly feeling he got from traveling through the shield and looked around. He was still in the country, but there were houses. The nearest one was a few feet away on the right, and there was another one several meters away on the left and across the street. The buildings looked old-fashioned but new, like for a movie set.
"Medieval architecture," said Balthazar, "I hated that era."
"Well, this can't mean much. I mean, a lot of houses in England date back to that era, and the basic architecture is still used to build houses."
"Town houses, yeah, but these…" he gestured to the two adjacent buildings, "are huts for peasants. Very few of those survived, at least in northern England, and they don't make them anymore. Usually," he added giving the nearest building a pat.
Both master and apprentice jumped at a sudden sound, which turned out to be a broom that had been leaning against the corner of the house falling. A young girl about six years old was standing where the broom had been. Dave frowned at her clothing. She was wearing a green kirtle, a long tunic that reached her ankles, common in medieval times. She looked nervous, then seemed to gather her courage and glared.
"I don't know you," she announced, as if that was a very bad thing. Dave frowned at her accent, it was English but there was something else he couldn't quite place.
"We just arrived," said Balthazar calmly. "Do you know where we are?"
"Aldercy, it's a collection of villages. You're in Upper Aldercy-well just outside it." She pointed to the left, off into the distance. Balthazar and Dave couldn't see exactly what she was pointing at because the house blocked the view. They stepped forward to get a better look. There was a castle out in the distance.
"Whoa, that's a castle."
Balthazar rolled his eyes. "That's an excellent observation, Dave. I would have missed that."
"But it's a real medieval castle, with a drawbridge."
"And… a satellite dish."
"Come again?" asked Dave, turning his head to see his Master holding a pair of binoculars.
"Satellite dish, on one of the towers. Two, actually."
Dave looked back at the castle. It rested on… well it wasn't a hill, too big, but it wasn't a mountain either. It was as if a large piece of the land had suddenly decided to rear up and try to get a better view.
"Probably used magic for the landscaping," said Balthazar. "Here, have a look." He handed Dave the binoculars.
It looked just like a castle from fairy tale books-turrets and towers made from stone, carved and built into the piece of raised earth.
"So what's the deal?" asked Dave. "I mean, it looks like a medieval town." He gestured to the girl's kirtle then realized something. "Umm, what's your name?"
"My mom says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, except to tell them they should hide and try to figure out a way out of the gates, before you get caught. And if I tell them to book it, I really shouldn't tell them my name cause then I'll be punished for it."
"Punished by who?" asked Balthazar, getting down on one knee so he was eye-level with the girl.
"Sorcerers," whispered the girl. "The Orrick family."
"Then why tell us?" asked Dave.
"Cause it's the right thing to do," she told them, as if rehearsing a line. "That's what Mommy says."
Balthazar smiled, "Your mommy is a good person. Thanks for the warning, but you see, we're looking for some people who would have come here a little while ago, about forty people on a tour bus. You know what a tour bus is?"
"Yeah, you're talking about the group of people that came in that big metal monster," she told them, holding out her arms to emphasize the size of the bus.
"Yes, we are. Do you know where we can find them?"
The girl frowned. "I know where some of them are, in the field working with my daddy. Some work in the castle, some were moved to other villages. Alyne killed a bunch when they fought."
Both Balthazar and Dave stiffened at the girl's words and shared a glance. "Who's Alyne?" asked Balthazar.
"Head of the Orrick family. They rule all of Aldercy."
"Why did they take the people on the bus?" asked Dave.
"Cause they found Aldercy. Aldercy is a secret. The only ones allowed to leave are members of the Orrick family."
"Isabel!" called a voice from the house. Dave was surprised by the Brooklyn accent. A tall brunette stepped out the door of the house on the right. "Isabel! Where are you?" She turned to her left and saw the group surprised flicked across her face before her eyes narrowed at the group and she pointed at the door. "All of you inside, now," she ordered firmly.
Balthazar and Dave looked at each other for a moment then darted into the house with Isabel and her mother.
The hut was fairly large. The two back corners were sectioned off. Dave assumed they were bedrooms. A table was just to the left and the left corner walls were lined with cupboards and shelves. To the right were more shelves, this time with books. In the center there were chairs, a rug, couch and against the wall a fire place. On the opposite wall next to the fire place was a weaving loom. All in all it looked rather cozy.
"How did you two find this place?" asked the woman. "Never mind," she added shaking her head and holding up her arms. "Just go to the castle, stay hidden. On the other side of the castle is a gate. You can leave through that."
"Why don't you?" asked Balthazar.
She pointed to her neck, where a metal collar with engravings rested. "Because it wouldn't do any good." Balthazar turned to Isabel, who held out her wrist, where a small metal bracelet with the same engravings rested.
Balthazar's shoulders sagged slightly and he let out a breath as if he were trying to calm his nerves. "That's a Hungarian binding spell," said Balthazar in response to Dave's questioning look. He noticed mother and child tense. "I haven't seen one in a long time."
"Wait," said Dave. "Long time, long time? Or long, long time, long time? Cause with you, it's hard to tell."
"I haven't seen one of these in seven hundred and…" he closed his eyes. "Twenty-seven years."
Both Isabel and her mother stepped back at the mention of Balthazar's age. "You're a sorcerer," breathed the mother.
"We're Merlinians," assured Dave, "we won't hurt you."
"What's a 'Merlinian'?" asked mother and daughter in unison.
"You guys know about sorcerers but not about Merlinians?" asked the apprentice.
"I'm guessing it has something to do with Merlin," said the mother dryly.
"Yeah, basically we're good guys," said Dave "We use our powers to fight evil sorcerers and magical monsters."
The mother raised her eyebrow and looked Dave over as if deciding whether he was a threat. Balthazar figured it was time for introductions.
"I'm sorry, we've been remiss. I'm Balthazar Blake, master sorcerer of the seven hundred and seventy-seventh degree, and this is my apprentice, Dave Stutler."
"Oh right, Maggie Tyler. You've met my daughter, Isabel. So what? You folks here to save us?"
"Well, yeah," assured Dave.
"Oh, this should be good," said Maggie, grabbing a chair near the table and sitting down.
"What's going on here?" asked Balthazar, resting his hand on the table and leaning on it, getting a better look at Maggie.
"No idea, honestly. I came here with my dad and mum when I was a kid," her face fell and she gazed off into space as memories came back to her. "It was supposed to be a holidy... This Aldercy place was set up hundreds of years ago. Don't know how, or why, but it's ruled by a family of sorcerers, the Orricks. At age eight they begin their magic training, if they have magic. If they don't, the child is made a servant, sent to one of the other villages of Aldercy and given to the care of another family. If a sorcerer is born to another family, that child is taken and raised as an Orrick. At age sixteen, they are sent away, to the outside world, no provisions, no money. They have to make it on their own. They stay away for ten years. If, and when they return, they can challenge the current head for leadership of the house in a series of tests. Otherwise they're welcomed back and given a home."
"And you? The tour bus people?" asked Dave.
"Anyone who finds this place can't leave, anyone without magic is… like me and Isabel."
"Slaves?" asked Dave.
"Serfs," said Maggie and Balthazar in unison.
Dave raised his eyebrows and hands with a shrug.
"It's a condition of bondage, or modified slavery, Dave," said Balthazar. "The serfs work the land, in return for protection, and the right to work the land. It's not just field work, it's carpentry, forestry, mining, transportation, making cloth." He gestured to the loom. "Whatever needs to be done. Serfs are tied to the owners of the land."
"Well, that sucks."
"So does having your child taken," said Maggie softly.
Balthazar and Dave both gave Maggie their undivided attention.
Maggie stared at the table before her. "Isabel's older brother. They took him."
"When did they take him?" asked Balthazar.
"Five years ago. Village children are tested when they turn five. But I doubt he even remembers me." She looked at Isabel. "He and Izzy were really close. We were always making him watch her, he took it seriously... "
"What's your son's name?" asked Balthazar.
"I called him Hudson, after the Hudson river back home." She sighed and looked down at the table remberinr her child.
"Umm, why are the kids tested when they're five?" asked Dave. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to raise them if they didn't remember their family?"
"Children younger than five wouldn't show any power, Dave," said Balthazar his eyes never leaving Maggie. "You can only test a child so young. They don't have a choice. What can you tell us about the Orricks?"
Maggie looked up at her guest "The head of the family is Alyne. She came back about three years ago, challenged the then head, won. She's been running the place ever since. I don't know much about her time away, just that she went into the foster care system for a couple of years, then Stanford, came back here with a master's in chemistry and biology. She's… really smart, driven, and sadistic. Anyone who doesn't fall in line suffers."
"We heard she killed a few people from the bus," said Dave.
"Tortured a couple of them in the public square, in the town just outside the castle."
The apprentice turned to his master. "So what's our first move?" he asked wanting to change the topic to something that didn't involve torture. "I mean, we're outnumbered."
"First thing is first. Maggie, how much trouble are you going to be in if they find out you've helped us?"
"Tortured to death, publicly, with my family watching. Isabel should be okay, being six." She informed them flatly, long used to the harshness of her prision. She glanced down at her daughter who was holding her hand and gave the child a reasurring squeeze.
"Uh huh, well that's our first concern. Okay, what's supposed to happen when you find someone who's wandered into town on their own?"
"I'm supposed to report them."
"I want you to take Isabel and report us. We'll be gone by the time you get back."
"Should I tell them about you being sorcerers" asked Maggie rising from her seat. The movement was quick as if she wanted to leave. Dave frowned. She had been avoffiding eye contact since she learned they were sorcerers. He supposed he shouldn't blame her. She obviously had bad experiences with them.
"No, just tell them a couple of campers came by, an uncle and nephew. You told them about this place, said you were going to get your husband to help us escape, but you were really going to report us. When they come here and see we're gone, they'll just figure we have trust issues. They'll start a man hunt, which will be inconvenient, but it's better then risking your safety."
"Do you know a place where we can lay low?" asked Dave.
"There's an abandoned flour mill, but it's about a mile away, and they're sure to check abandoned buildings. The woods, maybe? My husband's clothing is in a box under the bed. Blending in might be the best idea. They'll be too big for you, Dave, but they should fit Balthazar fine. Once you're out of the house, turn right. It'll take you about a half hour to reach the woods."
"Thank you. One more thing-say I gave my name as Brian, and no last names."
Dave shot his master a look, and even Maggie was confused.
"I've been around for over a thousand years. I've never met another Balthazar, much less a Balthazar Blake. They may have heard of me. And who knows how far word's spread about Morgana's defeat. Fortunately, Dave's a common name."
Maggie nodded and turned to her daughter. "Come along, Isabel. We have to go tell the soldiers about Brian and Dave."
"Okay," said Isabel, nodding. Maggie stood and grabbed her daughter's hand before walking out the door.
"Come on Dave, let's grab some clothes," said Balthazar walking towards the bedrooms.
"Can't we just transform our clothes?"
"If we leave here without taking any clothing and the soldiers notice, they'll wonder why they're having so much trouble finding us. Same reason we have to leave most of our gear behind. We'll have to cast a light illusion like what I did in China Town for our jackets. Dragonhide is resistant to magic," Balthazar added before ducking into the room on the right.
Dave looked at the sleeve of his coat, wondering what kind of illusion to cast. It would have to be another jacket or maybe a shirt, something that would overlap the entire thing. Otherwise, he'd have to waste magical energy rendering a part of his jacket invisible. He decided to button the thing up and make it look like coarse-looking green shirt and brown jerkin.
"Do we have to leave our tents behind?" asked Dave from the doorway.
"Yes," answered Balthazar, tossing Dave a pair of pants. "The boots I got us for the trip should be okay, won't make us stand out too much, so long as no one looks too closely. Shrink the clothes so they fit you," ordered Balthazar as Dave stepped into Isabel's room for a quick change.
Dave stepped out of the young girl's room to see Balthazar had made his own dragonhide coat look like a large wool cloak and tunic, having cast an illusion of two pieces of clothing to make sure the entire coat was overlapped. He was rummaging through their packs, placing a few of the contents into a leather satchel. He looked up at the sound of Dave's tread. "What should I do with my clothes?" asked the apprentice.
"Leave them and hurry up."
Dave put his clothes on one of the chairs near the fireplace.
"Let's go, Dave," ordered Balthazar, grabbing his cloak off the chair as he swept by his apprentice and out the door.
The walk through the village was uneventful. Balthazar had to reprimand the apprentice a couple of times not to look around as if the environment was new to him. There weren't a lot of people around, but Balthazar seemed paranoid about looking like the pair of them belonged. Dave wondered about it, and decided to ask later. The huts all looked alike. Balthazar seemed to relax slightly as he stepped into the shelter of the trees of the wood.
"Okay, Brian, how far into the woods do you want to go? I mean the further we go the farther away we are from the people we're trying to help."
"We'll walk for a couple of hours. Rest, eat, then double back. Normally in a place like this everyone knows each other, but with the arrival of the bus there's a few new faces, so hopefully we'll be okay."
"Very few things in life are certain, Dave. We'll head to the castle, try and blend in there, gather info. We need to know how many members the Orrick family has, how many villages there are, where they are, and how they've managed to keep this a secret. Invisibility shield or no, someone should have noticed this place."
"Bal— Brian. How are we going to double back if they're looking for us?"
"Well if they're wearing uniforms, same way we got past those cops in China Town. This time, let me do the talking."
"And if they're not?"
"Luck, invisibility spell, old fashioned sneakiness."
"Well, I'm doomed."
"You'll be fine," assured the master sorcerer with a slight smile.
The pair continued to tread through the lush green forest. Balthazar stopped every once in a while to pick mushrooms he said were edible. After they had been walking two hours, Balthazar told Dave he could rest. He gathered up the mushrooms they had picked and speared them with several sticks he found lying around. Using his magic, he roasted them over his palm where a fire ball crackled.
"Here," he said, holding out a stick of mushrooms.
"Thanks," muttered Dave absently.
"Eat quickly, we need to start backtracking."
"If you say so."
Dave was about to say 'nothing,' then he remembered-terrible liar.
"Stealth isn't my strong suit."
"I won't let anything happen to you, Dave."
Dave smiled. He didn't want to tell Balthazar that that was the problem. The apprentice was afraid that his master would be hurt protecting him. He chose not to voice his thoughts, knowing Balthazar would shrug off the danger. Dave would just have to step up.
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