“Did you bring the children?”I asked.
“No, they wouldn’t be interested. They take after you—they don’t need Smith’s help.”
“And you do, Martin?”
“Mitali . . .”He sounded hurt, that I would make him say this out loud.“Of course I’d like to be more powerful. Do you think I don’t wonder, what it’s like for you?”
We argued.
I hung up.
And now here he is, in my office, wearing the suit he only gets out for weddings and funerals. I hope he doesn’t want my blessing in all this.
“Your meeting has already started,” I say.
“I know. I thought—”
“I hope you don’t want me to accompany you.”
“No.”
Martin is a small man. His hair was beige-blond when we were young. Now it’s beige-grey. He has a squishy, nondescript face. A soft voice.
It’s his eyes that I fell in love with. Not their beauty. But the way they see everything. And feel everything. Martin takes the whole world in. That’s a tremendous thing—to be able to hold the world inside of yourself, and still feel compassion for it.
“Is it over, then?” I try to sound gentle. I don’t have it in me. “Did he spell you?”
“Mitali, I—”
He doesn’t finish. The door to my office flies open, and Penelope and Baz—and that Normal—rush in.
AGATHA
“Agatha!” Niamh calls to me from the other side of the stone. “The doe! She’s still going!”
I turn away from the dryad and rush back to Niamh’s side. The goat is moving again. She’s flapping her wings and arching her back. Her cries have grown more urgent.
“Here,” Niamh says, making space for me on the ground next to her.
I crouch behind the doe.
“Let her work,” Niamh says. “She may not need us.”
I stroke the doe’s flank. “You’re all right, darling. We’re here.”
SIMON
I should have known it would end like this.
Two hundred wands pointed at me. Children crying. Parents running for the door.
These people don’t know me . . .
The Mage never took me to their parties, never paraded me around or made a spectacle of me. All they know about me is that I was a lie.
I was a trick the Mage played on them. A trained dog that turned on him in the end. They all know what happened the last time I was in this Chapel . . .
Smith is pointing his wand at me like he’s Gandalf and I’m the Balrog. “I won’t let you stand between these magicians and their destiny!” he calls out to me.
