Oh, no, thought Marigold. Torville hadnât mentioned anything about promises, and she had no idea what question heâd agreed to answer. She waited, hoping Elgin would keep talking, but he seemed to expect her to say something in return.
âAN ANSWER?â she asked at last.
âYou still donât have one?â Vivien cried. âWeâve given you a week to dither and whine!â She pushed aside a curl with her deep-red fingernails and leaned closer to the gazing ball. âSome people,â she said, âmight question your motives, Torville. Some people might suspect youâve got something to hide.â
Marigold didnât like the turn this conversation was taking. âIâM NOT HIDING ANYTHING,â she boomed.
âThen be clear with us, once and for all,â said Elgin. âWhat will it be? Yes or no?â
Marigold couldnât begin to guess what Torville was supposed to say. Torville himself was still a puddle and no help at all. But she certainly couldnât stay silent, either. âAH,â she said. âUM.â It was getting warmer under the hood of her robe. âYES?â
The Miseries both exhaled at once. Then, to Marigoldâs amazement, they smiled.
âBad luck,â Pettifog murmured at her side. âYouâve made them happy.â
Vivien didnât seem to hear him. âWell!â she said, turning her smile toward Marigold. âThat may be the first sensible word thatâs ever come out of your mouth.â
âAnd not a moment too soon,â Elgin added. âThe situation in the kingdoms is more serious than we thought. I spoke with my contacts in Carroway and Hartswood last night, and they both told me that their queens have already left for Imbervale. They expect the peace negotiations to begin any day now.â
âWhich means your dithering has cost us dearly. We could have caused fifteen different kinds of chaos by now! But, no, Little Lord Mustache had to think things over. As if the whole disaster wasnât your fault in the first place!â
âReally, Viv,â said Elgin, âitâs Princess Rosalindâs fault.â
Vivien made a face at him. âWho was in charge of keeping Rosalind locked away, Elgin? Who was supposed to imprison her in a certain dank and dismal fortress where she couldnât make this kind of trouble? And who managed to lose her?â She jabbed a fingernail in Marigoldâs direction. âTorvilleâs the one to blame for this trouble. Helping us put an end to it is the least he can do.â
Marigold was much too hot inside her robe now. She didnât know what the Miseries were talking about, but the parts she understood sounded impossible. None of the Cacophonous Kingdoms had ever been at peace with any of the others. Some of them were barely at peace with themselves! âROSALIND IS MAKING PEACE BETWEEN CARROWAY AND HARTSWOOD?â she asked.
âDid you think sheâd leave them out of the scheme?â Vivien snapped. âUse your brain, Torville! If we donât do something quickly, all ten kingdoms will be signing on to Princess Rosalindâs sweet little plan.â
âThe Harmonious Kingdoms,â Elgin said in a bored sort of way. âThatâs what she wants them to call themselves now. The very name rots the teeth, doesnât it?â
âItâs rotting the purse, too,â said Vivien. âIâve already had three clients cancel their orders. King Obin in Puddlewater no longer wants a ghoul to haunt the Stickelridge market square, if you can believe it. He says if peace comes to Puddlewater, he wonât need a ghoul any longer. And Iâd spent all yesterday putting on the finishing touches. The claws! The howl!â
âItâs howling in Vivienâs garden shed as we speak,â Elgin put in. âMaking an awful racket. Viv never does anything halfway.â
âExcept when Iâm forced to.â Vivien scowled through the gazing ball. âI still think I should send Rosalind to the bottom of a bottomless pit.â
âNO,â said Marigold. âYOU CANâT DO THAT!â Even she didnât think Rosalind deserved to meet such an awful fate.
Elgin winced. âDonât get him all worked up again, Vivien. He was right to say that we shouldnât touch Rosalind. All the kingdoms love her. Getting rid of her would only bring them together more quickly, and weâd end up with our heads on pikes.â
âYours isnât doing you much good on your neck,â Vivien grumbled.
Elgin glared at her. âYou canât even make a bottomless pit without big magic. Youâd need at least ten other wizards to help you.â
âIâll make one under your feet if youâre not quiet!â
âCanât you get them to go away?â Pettifog whispered to Marigold. âI canât take much more of this.â
Marigold couldnât, either. She hated watching the Miseries argue, she was tired of pretending to be Torville, and she wasnât sure she could last another five minutes sweltering under the hood of her robe. âARE WE DONE?â she asked. âI HAVE A LOT OF EVIL THINGS TO DO.â
âMore schoolchildren to frighten?â Vivien arched an eyebrow. âIâm sure they can wait, Torville. We need you to go to Blumontaine and do something to pull Queen Hetty out of the peace negotiations. She hasnât left for Imbervale yet, so it shouldnât be too difficult to stop her.â
âJust what we need,â Pettifog grumbled. âAnother impossible task.â
âMAYBE YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE TO GO, VIVIEN,â said Marigold quickly. âYOUâRE SO GOOD AT BEING WICKED.â
Vivien stared at Marigold for a long and awful moment. Being on the opposite end of this stare, Marigold discovered, was not a nice experience. She felt as if Vivien were rummaging through her insides, searching for something. âQueen Hetty is your client, Torville,â Vivien said at last, âand youâre the one who said we should act with subtlety. Besides, Elgin and I canât go anywhere near her. Sheâs still upset about that tarantula incident.â
âI canât think why,â said Elgin. âThey were very small tarantulas.â
âTell Blumontaine that Foggy Gorge has hired you to send them another molasses flood,â Vivien went on, âor leave a box of moon snakes on Queen Hettyâs doorstep and make it look like it came from Tiskaree. Elgin will deal with Hartswood and Carroway, and Iâm going to Stickelridge to steal their kingâs prize hunting dogs. When I set them loose in Puddlewater Palace, Stickelridge will think Puddlewaterâs to blame. Theyâll be back at each otherâs throats in minutes.â
âAnd youâll be able to get your ghoul out of the garden shed,â Elgin added. âI think itâs breaking pots in there. Weâll talk to you in two daysâ time, Torville?â
âTWO DAYS? DO YOU REAL-ly think ââ Marigoldâs voice soared up three octaves, and she clapped the too-long sleeves of her robe over her mouth. Was the spell wearing off? Had the Miseries noticed? She couldnât toss more of Torvilleâs red powder in the air; theyâd certainly notice that.
There was Vivienâs long, awful stare again. âTorville? What were you saying?â
Marigold poked Pettifog in the side.
âOuch!â said Pettifog. âEr, I mean, yes. Two daysâ time. Torville will be here. Heâs perfectly fine. Perfectly wicked, I mean. Goodbye!â Pettifog gave the gazing ball three quick taps, and the usual clouds spread over its surface, hiding the Miseries from view.
What were you thinking?â Pettifog cried. âWhy in all the realms did you say yes to the Miseries?â
âI didnât know what they were asking!â said Marigold. âAnd neither did you.â
âThe question doesnât matter,â said Pettifog. âWhatever the Miseries ask, the answer is always no.â
âWell, you could have told me that.â Marigold pushed off her hood, unfastened her robes, and rolled up the sleeves of the work dress she was wearing underneath. She was getting tired of wearing Torvilleâs old clothes, and Rosalindâs, too. Nothing fit properly, and everything itched. âDo you think Rosalind can really make peace among all the kingdoms?â she asked Pettifog.
âIf anyone can do it,â he said, âRosalindâs the one. Sheâs a remarkable girl. The Miseries are right to be worried.â
âI donât understand why they care so much.â The Miseries had spoken as if an outbreak of peace was more to be feared than all the plagues of the Villainsâ Bond put together. âEven if the kingdoms arenât fighting, the rest of us can keep being wicked.â
Pettifog shook his head. âItâs not as simple as that, Princess. Why do you think there are so many evil wizards and second-rate sorcerers and witches-for-hire on the outskirts of the Cacophonous Kingdoms? All the bickering keeps them in business! If Hartswoodâs not feuding with Carroway and Whitbyâs not breathing down the neck of Quail Gardens, no one will need an itching powder or a sword-rusting spell to send to their enemies. Tiskaree will stop putting curses on Imbervaleâs crops, and Blumontaine will clear up all the fog in Foggy Gorge. Thereâll be no work for wizards. And wizards just arenât suited for other sorts of jobs. Can you imagine Torville behind the counter in a bookshop or a bakery?â
Marigold tried to. âHeâd curse all the customers, or at least heâd twirl his mustache at them.â
âTorville would hate peace,â Pettifog agreed. âAnd since the Miseries think youâre Torville now, youâll have to help them stop it.â
âBut Iâve got no idea how to ââ
âIf youâd said no to the Miseries, you could have sat around the fortress all day in perfect comfort. But you said yes, and now youâre stuck with them.â
Marigold glowered. âNot quite.â She picked up Gentleman Northwindsâ Magical Artes and waved it at Pettifog. âTorvilleâs stuck with them, and Iâm going to get him back.â