Feline Wizard

Feline Wizard

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by Christopher Stasheff

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The feline sorceress Balkis has returned to Maracanda to reclaim her royal title. But a vengeful foe sprouts a diabolical scheme to spirit away the Princess of the Eastern Gate and send her tumbling forever through unknown worlds. Now an unprecedented search is begun, led by Balkis's mentor, Royal Wizard Matthew Mantrell.

But the hardship



The feline sorceress Balkis has returned to Maracanda to reclaim her royal title. But a vengeful foe sprouts a diabolical scheme to spirit away the Princess of the Eastern Gate and send her tumbling forever through unknown worlds. Now an unprecedented search is begun, led by Balkis's mentor, Royal Wizard Matthew Mantrell.

But the hardship of finding his apprentice cannot compare to Balkis's own struggle to escape the strange world in which she has landed. With the aid of a soul-weary young boy named Anthony, Balkis mounts a magnificent, though treacherous, journey. Together they must rely on each other and their powers—both mortal and magic—to defy the forces of darkness and embrace the destiny they are fated to share . . .

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In the magical land of Maracanda, all is not well in the court of Prester John. The arrival of his niece, Balkis, has created new tensions among his family members and courtiers. In a show of support toward the prince, two courtiers abduct Balkis, and even they do not know where she has been spirited. Prester John summons help from Balkis's teacher and friend, Matthew Mantrell, who calls on his good friend Stegoman, the dragon, to aid in the search. Balkis, however, acquires her own companion, Anthony, and they set out to return Balkis to her home. On their journey, they encounter many strange wonders and terrors, such as the giant ants that mine gold; the kingdom of the Grand Feminie, which men must cross in seven days; and the magical oasis, whose water tastes different with every swallow. The latest installment in the Wizard in Rhyme series, following The Haunted Wizard (Del Rey, 2000/VOYA August 2000) and The Crusading Wizard (Del Rey, 2000), takes place in a parallel Earth where magic works through poetry. This tale is a straightforward adventure story with no deep philosophical pondering about good and evil—just a simple story of girl-meets-boy, of a long journey, and of falling in love. This entry will be popular in libraries with large demand for fantasy. VOYA CODES: 3Q 2P J S (Readable without serious defects; For the YA with a special interest in the subject; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2000, Del Rey, 376p, pb. Ages 13 to 18. Reviewer: Joyce Davidson VOYA, February 2001 (Vol. 23, No.6)

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The royal children were pestering Matt and Alisande when the call came.

"Mama, need another kitty!" Princess Alice said, pouting.

"She has the right of it, Mama," Prince Kaprin maintained with the magisterial weight of his six years. "Balkis was a great deal of fun, but she went away!"

"Good cuddle, too." Alice was still pouting.

The family was gathered in the solar for a few precious minutes before the queen began her arduous day. Breakfast leftovers cluttered the sideboard, and the table bore the scraps of a good breakfast. Both the notion of a well-balanced meal and the china on which it was served were the suggestions of the Lady Jimena Mantrell, the royal grandmother. She had imported them from her own universe with her husband, who sat back watching his grandchildren fondly and his daughter-in-law the queen with admiration. Jimena glanced at her son, the Lord Wizard and Prince Consort, and was pleased to see that his attention was all for his family.

It was just a quiet family morning, only the two children, one mother, one father, two grandparents, one governess, one nursemaid, a butler, and two guards at the door. There had been a footman and two servers, but they had disappeared back into the kitchen.

The richly grained wood of the table, the chairs, and the sideboard glowed with the light of the morning sun streaming in through the tall clerestory windows. It brought out the highlights in the Oriental carpet and made the figures on the tapestries seem to quiver with life. The fire on the hearth had died to coals—both fireplace and chimney were the Lord Wizard's addition from his own universe, and his father had contrived to add a fire screen when the little prince started crawling.

"There's nothing quite like a cat curled up and purring to give a room a feeling of contentment," Matt admitted.

Queen Alisande sighed. "I will readily admit that another cat would be a pleasant companion, but we could never find one like Balkis."

That was an understatement. Balkis, after all, had been a human teenager with the uncanny knack of changing herself into a cat whenever she wanted. She had entered the castle under false pretenses, presenting herself as a mouser and playmate. Actually, she had come to eavesdrop on Matt and learn his magic; she already knew a great deal, but had been hungry for more.

"Want Balkis back!" Alice progressed from pouting to a trembling chin.

Alisande sighed and gathered the three-year-old into her lap. "You know she could not stay with us, dear heart. She was a veritable princess of a cat, and had to go back to her people in their need."

In fact, Balkis had helped Matt free her enslaved people—but she hadn't known they were her people until after she and Matt helped Prester John lead them in reconquering Maracanda from the barbarians who had overrun it. Then they discovered that Prester John was her uncle, and that Fortune had led her home. Matt had dropped by Fortune's cave to thank her on the way back to Merovence. Balkis, under the circumstances, had decided to stay in Maracanda and reclaim her mother's title: Princess of the Eastern Gate.

"Her people needed her," Matt explained.

"So did I!" Alice's trembling chin firmed, lower lip jutting.

"I know that no other kitty could ever be Balkis," Kaprin said, with an air of precocious wisdom, "but we could have another for playmate."

That, of course, was the rub—that royal children were notoriously short on playmates. Alisande winced, remembering the loneliness of her own childhood, and Matt tried to hide his smile as her shoulders slumped in capitulation.

A loud pop saved her from having to answer.

Actually, it was more of a small bang than a loud pop. Alice cried out and hid her face in her mother's bosom. Kaprin shouted and ducked behind Alisande. The sentries' halberds flashed down to guard. Alisande and Matt both tensed to fight, his hand going to his dagger, her left arm tightening around little Alice as her right hand dropped to the dirk sheathed in her kirtle. Her gaze was already on the source of the noise.

So was Matt's. They saw a scroll suspended in midair, spinning around and around for a moment before it fell to the floor.

Three Days Earlier and Thousands of Miles Away

The King of the Gilded Earth ladled soup into Prester John's bowl, as he did on the first day of each week. Five other kings and one queen took turns with him, a different one on each day. They did not serve Prince Tashih, Princess Balkis, or the clergy, of course; that office was left to mere dukes and counts, who took the duty in rotation—sixty-two dukes and 365 counts, a different nobleman-server for each day of the year. Other aristocrats were assigned to other duties.

The talk passed about, lively and spiced with wit, an archbishop replying to the observations of a protopapas with quotations from Aristotle and Confucius while the prince countered the witticisms of a patriarch with sallies of his own. Amidst the good cheer, though, Balkis sat wan and dispirited, poking at her food with her chopsticks but not really eating.

If the others noticed, they said nothing. Prester John asked with kind concern, "What troubles you, my dear?"

Balkis looked up, startled, then gave him an apologetic smile. "Nothing, truly, Uncle. I am only a little cast down by thoughts of ho—of Allustria."

Prince Tashih looked up, but Prester John's concern only deepened. "We must lift your spirits, then. Perhaps coming to know the people of this land would make you feel more at home."

Balkis looked out over the sea of courtiers. "I have met many, and they do seem to be kind and generous people."

"I speak not of these gilded nobles alone, but also of the common folk. There are differences among them, though—each district has its own customs and styles. Perhaps a journey would cheer you, a tour of the provinces—with a full entourage and armed escort, of course. It would help you come to know the land of your birth."

Balkis gave her great-uncle a gentle smile, touched by his concern. "I am truly quite happy here in my native land, Majesty—I have had no other home since my foster parents died."

"But tonight you are not happy," he objected.

Balkis stirred impatiently. "Oh, there will always be homesickness for my grand and awe-inspiring Allustrian forest, Uncle—but I have no home there now, and do have here. I daresay I shall grow out of this melancholy in time."

Meet the Author

Christopher Stasheff spent his early childhood in Mount Vernon, New York, but lived the rest of his formative years in Ann Arbor, Michigan. He has always had difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality and tried to compromise by teaching college. When teaching proved too real, he gave it up in favor of writing full-time. He tends to pre-script his life but doesn't understand why other people can't get their lines right.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
One of Stasheff best series to ever come. Never a dull moment when you read this series or any other of his fantacies. Can't wait to see what happens in the next book, dealing Balkis and Anthony.
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Nodded. "Aldwif ur in charge."~Songsinger
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Akita-Female Swift Wolf Cheetah. Akita walked through the sandy dunes of Madenmeer. She leapt into the air and soared with her wings. She was leadee of new tribe, SandHowlers. She soared up into her floating cave. She was welcomed by adoted cub, Himalaya. Himalaya- Female cub Snow leopard. Himalaya welcomed her foster mother warmly. She knew that Akita wasnt her real mother, but she was her only hope. I hope I can join, I just started the 3rd book.