Because I was chosen. Because I was prophesied. Because the Humdrum won’t leave me alone.
But none of those are real answers. Penelope has given me the only answer that I know what to do with…
“Because you can, Simon. And someone has to.”
The Mage is watching something out my window. I think about inviting him to sit down. Then I try to remember whether I’ve everseenhim sit down.
I shift my weight, and the bed creaks. He turns to me, looking troubled.
“Sir?”
“Simon.”
“The Humdrum—did you find him? What have I missed?”
The Mage rubs his chin in the notch between his thumb and forefinger, then jerks his head quickly from side to side. “Nothing. We’re no closer to finding him, and other matters have needed my immediate attention.”
“How could anything be more important than the Humdrum?” I blurt out.
“Not more important,” he says. “Just more pressing. It’s the Old Families—they’re testing me.” He balls his right hand into a fist. “Half of Wales has stopped tithing. The Pitches are paying three members of the Coven to stay away from meetings, so we don’t have quorum. And there have been skirmishes up and down the road to London all summer long.”
“Skirmishes?”
“Traps, tussles. Tests—they’re all tests, Simon. You know the Old Families would seize the reins if they thought for a moment I was distracted. They’d roll back everything we’ve accomplished.”
“Do they think they can fight the Humdrum without us?”
“I think they’re so shortsighted,” he says, looking over at me, “that they don’t care. They just want power, and they want it now.”
“Well, I don’t care about them,” I say. “If the Humdrum takes our magic, we won’t have anything to scrap over. We should be fighting the Humdrum.”
“And wewill,” he says, “when the time is right. When we know how to beat him. But until then, my first priority is keeping you safe. Simon…” He folds his arms. “I’ve been consulting with the other members of the Coven, with those I can trust. We think maybe our efforts to protect you have backfired. Despite the spells and surveillance, the Humdrum seems to have the best luck getting to you when you’re here, at Watford. He spirited you away in June without triggering any of our defences.”
It’s embarrassing to hear him say this. It feels likeI’mthe one failing, not the Mage or the protection spells. I’m supposed to be the only one who can fight the Humdrum. But I finally got a chance to face him, and the most I could do was run away. I don’t think I’d have managed even that without Penelope.
The Mage clenches his jaw. He has one of those chins that flattens out in the middle—with a sharp dimple, like he was nicked by a knife. I’m dead jealous of it. “We’ve decided,” he says slowly, “that you would be safer somewhere other than Watford.”
I’m not sure what he’s getting at. “Sir?”
“The Coven has secured a place for you. And a private tutor. I can’t talk about the details now—but I’ll take you there myself. We’ll leave soon; I need to be back by nightfall.”
“You want me to leave Watford?”
He narrows his eyes. The Mage hates to repeat himself. “Yes. You won’t need to pack much. Your boots and your cloak, any artefacts you want to keep—”
“Sir, I can’t leave Watford. Our lessons start this week.”
He cocks his head. “Simon. You’re not a child. There’s nothing more for you to learn at Watford.”
Maybe he’s right. I’m a hopeless student; it’s not like this year is going to make or break me, but still… “I can’t leave Watford. It’s my last year.”
The Mage rubs his beard. His eyes narrow to slits.
“I just can’t,” I say again. I try to think of why not, but all that comes to me isno.I can’t leave Watford. I’ve been waiting all summer to get here. I’ve been waiting my whole life. I’m always either at Watford or wishing I was at Watford, and next year that will change—it has to—butnot yet.“No,” I say. “I can’t.”
“Simon”—his voice is stern—“this isn’t asuggestion.Your life is at stake. And the entire World of Mages is depending on you.”
I feel like arguing that point:Bazisn’t depending on me. None of the magicians who stand with the House of Pitch believe I’m their saviour…
