"Good," Nita said. "Then here's something new to sing." She had been speaking all along in the Speech of wizards, the language everything alive understands. Now she added music to it, singing random notes with the words. "Kit, you wanna see a disaster? Come on over here and watch my folks try to hook up the Apple." The bird cocked an interested eye at her. "You need it again?" Nita said. " 'Kit, you wanna see a disaster?' " "That's my boy. You remember the way?" In a whir of white-barred wings, the catbird was gone. "Must be hungry," Nita said to herself, pulling on her shorts, and then socks and sneakers. While pulling a sneaker on, she glanced at the top of the dresser. There among the stickers and the brushes and combs, under the new Alan Parsons album, lay her wizard's manual.That by itself wasn't so strange; she'd left it there yesterday afternoon. But it was open; she didn't remember having left it that way. Nita leaned over, tying the sneaker, and looked at the page. The Wizards' Oath—Nita smiled. It didn't seem like only a few months ago that she'd first read and taken that Oath herself: it felt more like years. February, was it? she thought. No, March. Joanne and her crew chased me into the library. And beat the crap out of me later. But I didn't care. I'd found this—Nita sighed and flipped the book back to the Oath. Trouble came with wizardry. But other things came too— Whamwhamwham!Nita didn't even need to turn around to see who was pounding on her door as it banged open. "Come in!" Nita said, and file:///G|/rah/Diane%20Duane%20-%20Wizards%203%20-%20High%20Wizardry.htm (1 of 94) glared at Dairine, who already was in. "It's here!""I would never have known," Nita said, dropping the Parsons album back on top of the manual. "Dari, sometimes people like to sleep on a Saturday, y'know?"
