“I know you did this!” he cried.
I pat his back. I try to push him down. “No, you stay. I need—” I’m walking away. “You stay. I’ll see you later.” I’m running away. Out of the pub, onto the street. I need a car, a taxi.
Philippa.
I stole her voice.
I stole her voice.
And it never came back.
57
SIMON
I knew that Baz didn’t like Smith—that he doesn’t believe in him—but I didn’t realize he was taking it so personally. I guess it’s because of his stepmum and his dad. Maybe Baz thinks that if Daphne gets stronger, she won’t want to go home.
At the moment, Daphne’s crying like we’ve just won the World Cup. When Baz ran off, she threw her arms around me instead.Six people.Smith is going to heal six people, all in one night. How long before he’s helped every magician in this room?
He’s motioning for everyone to calm down, but I don’t think they will.
“I won’t be casting the spell tonight,” he says. “I hope to spend the next day in meditation. Tomorrow we’ll be meeting somewhere very special . . .”
The crowd gets quiet, waiting.
“Watford.”
A few people gasp. A few people clap. And laugh. They’re delighted.
“Headmistress Bunce has invited us to use the White Chapel!”
“I was married there,” Daphne whispers to me.
I killed the Mage there,I decide not to say.
Smith steps closer to the edge of the stage. “If there are people in your life whose hearts are softening to our message . . . bring them tomorrow. Let them see the truth of what we’re offering. And if there are people in your life who still harbour doubts, invite them, too! Invite everyone! Let’s throw our doors open to the entire World of Mages and show them what equality looks like! That magic belongs to us all!”
The room goes wild for him. I’m clapping, too. Good for Smith. Good for Daphne. Good for everyone in this room who might have a chance at something bigger and brighter.
Smith sees me clapping and smiles at me. “Good night,” he says to the crowd, “and see you tomorrow at Watford!”
He sets down the microphone and hops off the front of stage, reaching for my arm. “Simon, come quick, before I get mobbed.” He pulls me towards the side door. As soon as we’re through, he hugs me with one arm. “You came,” he says.
“Smith, congratulations. This is really exciting.”
He looks almost embarrassed. Nervous. “Yeah, I’ve been working on expanding the spell, and, I don’t know, I’m tired of waiting. People shouldn’t have to wait.”
“It’s so cool, I’m happy for you. Is Jamie meeting us back here?”
“Oh”—Smith’s face falls—“Simon, I’m really sorry. I couldn’t talk him into coming. He’s such an introvert, and he says everyone treats him like a saint now. I told him it will get better after more people have been cured. Then he won’t be such a curiosity.”
I nod. I’m not sure what to say. I wish Baz was here to help me steer the conversation.
“If you want to talk to someone who’s been healed,” Smith says, “I could introduce you to Beth, from last week. I think she’s here.”
“Sure.” I don’t want to seem overly interested in Jamie. “I’d love to talk to Beth.”
“Actually . . . are you coming tomorrow? I know she’ll be at Watford tomorrow, and you can meet her family, as well.”
