Equal Rites

the doors were flung back with a dramatic effect that was rather spoiled when one of them rebounded off a waiter and caught Granny a crack on the shin. Instead of the defiant strides she had intended to make across the checkered floor she was forced to half-hop, half-limp. But she hoped that she hopped with dignity.
    Esk hurried along behind her, acutely aware of the hundreds of eyes that were turned toward them.
    The roar of conversation and the clatter of cutlery faded away. A couple of chairs were knocked over. At the far end of the hall she could see the most senior wizards at their high table, which in fact bobbed a few feet off the floor. They were staring.
    A medium-grade wizard—Esk recognized him as a lecturer in Applied Astrology—rushed toward them, waving his hands.
    “Nononono,” he shouted. “Wrong door. You must go away.”
    “Don’t mind me,” said Granny calmly, pushing past him.
    “Nonono, it’s against the lore, you must go away now . Ladies are not allowed in here!”
    “I’m not a lady, I’m a witch,” said Granny. She turned to Esk. “Is he very important?”
    “I don’t think so,” said Esk.
    “Right.” Granny turned to the lecturer: “Go and find me an important wizard, please. Quickly.”
    Esk tapped her on the back. A couple of wizards with a rather greater presence of mind had nipped smartly out of the door behind them, and now several college porters were advancing threateningly up the hall, to the cheers and cat-calls of the students. Esk had never much liked the porters, who lived a private life in their lodge, but now she felt a pang of sympathy for them.
    Two of them reached out hairy hands and grabbed Granny’s shoulders. Her arm disappeared behind her back and there was a brief flurry of movement that ended with the men hopping away, clutching bits of themselves and swearing.
    “Hatpin,” said Granny. She grabbed Esk with her free hand and swept toward the high table, glaring at anyone who so much as looked as if they were going to get in her way. The younger students, who knew free entertainment when they saw it, stamped and cheered and banged their plates on the long tables. The high table settled on the tiles with a thump and the senior wizards hurriedly lined up behind Cutangle as he tried to summon up his reserves of dignity. His efforts didn’t really work; it is very hard to look dignified with a napkin tucked into one’s collar.
    He raised his hands for silence, and the hall waited expectantly as Granny and Esk approached him. Granny was looking interestedly at the ancient paintings and statues of bygone mages.
    “Who are them buggers?” she said out of the corner of her mouth.
    “They used to be chief wizards,” whispered Esk.
    “They look constipated. I never met a wizard who was regular,” said Granny.
    “They’re a nuisance to dust, that’s all I know,” said Esk.
    Cutangle stood with legs planted wide apart, arms akimbo and stomach giving an impression of a beginners’ ski slope, the whole of him therefore adopting a pose usually associated with Henry VIII but with an option on Henry IX and X as well.
    “Well?” he said, “What is the meaning of this outrage ?”
    “Is he important?” said Granny to Esk.
    “I, madam, am the Archchancellor! And I happen to run this University! And you, madam, are trespassing in very dangerous territory indeed! I warn you that— Stop looking at me like that!”
    Cutangle staggered backward, his hands raised to ward off Granny’s gaze. The wizards behind him scattered, turning over tables in their haste to avoid the stare.
    Granny’s eyes had changed.
    Esk had never seen them like this before. They were perfectly silver, like little round mirrors, reflecting all they saw. Cutangle was a vanishingly small dot in their depths, his mouth open, his tiny matchstick arms waving in desperation.
    The Archchancellor backed into a pillar, and the shock made him recover. He shook his head irritably, cupped a hand and sent a stream of white fire streaking toward the witch.
    Without dropping her iridescent stare Granny raised a hand and deflected the flames toward the roof. There was an explosion and a shower of tile fragments.
    Her eyes widened.
    Cutangle vanished. Where he had been standing a huge snake coiled, poised to strike.
    Granny vanished. Where she had been standing was a large wicker basket.
    The snake became a giant reptile from the mists of time.
    The basket became the snow wind of the Ice