03 The Mislaid Magician Read online

  The Webbs were also worried about the effect of the steam engines on their ley network, as well they might have been. Lyndhurst is of the opinion that it was the regular interference between the engine and the central ley line that let Herr Schellen's transformation spell leak out into the whole network. Skelly thinks the spell was flawed and "over-distributed" from the beginning. Whatever the reason, it meant the Webbs had to invent a counterspell in order to keep living at Haliwar Tower.

  By the time Cecelia and I turned up, the Webbs thought they had things back under control. Schellen was still safely out of the way, and Scarlet was busy linking new stone circles to the southernmost end of their ley network. Daniel was being uncooperative, as usual.

  The Webbs apparently didn't know what to make of us.

  Their initial impression was that I was interested in investing in a railway project, and they invited us to Haliwar partly in the hope that they could persuade me to join their unlikely southern enterprise, partly to see if my interest would persuade Daniel to invest, and partly to discover what we really wanted. They had very nearly decided that we were useless to them when Daniel vanished and the earthquake occurred.

  The earthquake was, as you have no doubt realized by now, not an actual earthquake at all, but a disturbance caused by all the ley power the two of them had been building up around Haliwar in pursuit of their various projects. By then, they were quite sure that one of us was a wizard— I believe they detected some of the spells Cecelia cast while we were in residence—but they settled on me as the likelier candidate! Don't burst your waistcoat buttons laughing. In any case, they were delighted to see the back of us, as they had a good deal of magical repairs to do, in addition to the physical ones, and they didn't want any magicians around to notice and ask questions.

  In Webb's place, I should have kept more careful track of my departing visitors, but he had other things on his mind. The gossip that drifted back to him all involved my apparent interest in the Stockton and Darlington, and he assumed he had been correct about my interest in railway investment. Then word reached him of Kate's transformation (I believe this, too, can be set to Scarlet's account), and someone mentioned that Cecelia and I had adopted a sheepdog.

  I believe that at that point Webb panicked, or else he would not have sent to Mr. Medway to arrange that singularly transparent attempt to obtain the nonexistent sheepdog from me in Leeds. His sister was more composed. Wellington's men have confiscated the notes on the spell she was designing to deal with Cecelia and me, and are sending it by special messenger to the Royal College. I expect Jacobs and Monksleigh will be delighted; they love dangerous experiments.

  At the last, it was the steam train that ruined them. The new engine is at least as powerful as Stephenson promised; it might have been enough to break the ley line all by itself. With Ramsey pulling power from the line at one end and Miss Webb's transformation spell sloshing around between the stone circles, the result was inevitable. All that uncontrolled power blew back through the tower, and instead of transferring the transformation from Miss Webb to her brother, it duplicated the spell. Skelly has been trying to work out the mechanism for the past week, without success. It doesn't help that we have to keep the two dogs well separated, or they spend all their time growling ferociously at each other. I'm sure that he and Lyndhurst will work it all out eventually.

  I believe we have also found a solution to the problem of the interference between steam engines and ley lines in general. Shortly after Herr Schellen and Mr. Skelly joined us at Haliwar, the two of them entered into a little debate on matters mechanical and magical, in the course of which I was called upon for an opinion. As I do not share your fascination with magnetism, I was forced to refer to that book you loaned me in London.

  The three of us proceeded to examine the behavior of some iron filings on a sheet of paper, with and without magnetic influence. Watching the iron dust jump into little whorls around the end of the magnet gave me the notion that perhaps some similar effect might be used to cause ley lines to bend around and over a steam engine. The engine might then pass through the lines without dragging them out of place, as if it were tunneling under them. Schellen and Skelly leapt on the idea, and I confidently expect them to have an experimental model ready for testing within a fortnight.

  My fingers are cramping and I refuse to begin another sheet. Whatever else you burn to know, it can wait until Cecelia and I arrive.

  Yours,

  James

  31 May 1828

  Skeynes

  Dear James,

  You may well be on your way south before this letter reaches you. If it goes astray, such is fate. If it reaches you, then just this once you may have it in writing.

  I was wrong.

  Reggie Winters is not the half-wit I took him for. The fellow sent me a dozen of port as an apology for having served me with a writ for high treason. I call that handsomely done. As you have always spoken eloquently in his defense, I will share the port with you, provided you don't dally up north until it's all gone.

  In truth, you deserve every drop of the stuff. If you hadn't dished the Webbs, the Stockton and Darlington Railway would not have turned out to be such a cracking good investment. Thus, Waltham would never have recouped his fortunes and Georgy might be here still, ghastly thought. Not only that, for the way you've dealt with dreaded Aunt Charlotte, you deserve any amount of port. Come and collect your reward. If it isn't too much trouble, collect your children, too. They're all very well in their way, but they seem to be missing their parents.

  Sincerely,

  Thomas

  JUNE

  12 June 1828

  Tangleford Hall

  Dearest Kate,

  It was perfectly splendid to see you again; my only regret is that our time at Skeynes was necessarily so brief. Next time, you and Thomas must come to Tangleford, though I cannot promise you anything like the stimulating activity we have all had these past few months. (And a good thing, too!)

  The children are still quite full of their visit, most especially their unexpected introduction to a royal princess. I am astonished at all the exciting things you left out of your narratives. I also had no notion that the country around Skeynes was infested with poisonous snakes, nor that they commonly grew to such a great size as Arthur and Eleanor assure me they do. (Arthur has taken it into his head to emulate Edward in keeping a menagerie, and seems to feel that I will be more likely to allow livestock in the nursery if he regales me with tales of the much worse things his much younger cousin is permitted to do. Eleanor, of course, supports him loyally, though she is far more interested in the new greyhound pup James procured on the drive home.)

  Fortunately, I expect their interest in snakes and frogs to be short-lived. The new magic tutor, whom Mr. Wrexton was kind enough to recommend, arrives next week, which should occupy the twins most thoroughly. (And I am most grateful to Thomas for taking them aside and explaining all the bloodcurdling things that would certainly befall anyone foolish enough to attempt to scry through all the protective spells surrounding the royal family, else I am quite sure we would have found Reggie Winters and his men awaiting us at Tangleford, charges of treason and spying in hand. Arthur is quite incorrigible, and Drina made a profound impression on him. And James trusts far too much in the efficacy of a simple, stern parental prohibition, despite several instances in which a prohibition was of no preventative use whatsoever.)

  The Wrextons are still in London, but they return to the north next week. Mr. Wrexton has come up with some ideas for reversing the transformation spell that still afflicts the Webbs, and with their artificial ley line net in disarray, the collection of wizards there should have no difficulty in keeping them restrained. James tells me that Lord Wellington is still pondering whether to charge them officially with treason or whether to turn them over to the Royal College of Wizards for the summary judgment of their peers.

  He—Lord Wellington, that is—is also considering settin
g up some more formal office to handle the apprehension and punishment of magical malefactors. It is all very well, James says, to claim that wizards are the only persons truly capable of dealing with magicians and other wizards, but without a department to investigate suspicious incidents and pursue unusual happenings, it is too often mere chance that brings such persons to justice. Since the heir to the throne was very nearly kidnapped and replaced by Conroy and the rest, and since Parliament has been tampered with all unrecognized these many years, and since both these things were the work of rogue magicians, it seems very likely that the duke will carry his point with both Parliament and the king.

  I am not certain, but something James said made me think that Lord Wellington intends to appoint Thomas as the first chief of his wizard catchers. He has, after all, demonstrated a certain ability in that regard, and I believe the position is not intended to require much in the way of tact and diplomacy. I think it best if you do not disclose this to Thomas, as it may be only my imagination; I mention it to you only to give you warning enough to prepare for Thomas's inevitable reaction, should it come to pass.

  The Royal College has made considerable progress in cleaning up the remains of the Webbs' ley line network. Aunt Elizabeth tells me that there is considerable debate over the advisability of likewise taking down the older network, the ancient one that Cromwell and his wizards made partial use of for their own. She thinks it unlikely that the effort will be made: First, because a magical spell that binds the country together is no bad thing; second, because now that the Royal College is aware of it, the ley lines will be constantly monitored to make certain that no one is tampering with the spell, so it cannot become a new danger; third, because nearly everyone wants to study the network, which they will not be able to do if they destroy it; and fourth and last, because no one has been able to propose a method of dismantling it that is at all likely to work.

  The ancient ley line network is, you see, far more intricate and far more stable than anyone had anticipated. Those spell casters knew their work well—Cromwell's network required constant watching and adjusting to last a mere two hundred years, but the old network has been in place for several thousand years, at least, without requiring any additional attention. Mr. Skelly has become so absorbed by the investigation that he rarely even remembers to make critical remarks about England.

  James is off to London next week to make a final report to the duke in person; after that, I look forward to a peaceful and uneventful summer, enlivened perhaps by the occasional frog. Even a new and interesting magical tutor is unlikely to completely deter my twins, after all.

  Your contented,

  Cecy