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by Mairelon the Magician [lit]


  not elaborate

  Kim nodded, her mouth full, and sat down on the steps to

  finish her meal Mairelon returned just as she swallowed the

  last of the bread and cheese She scrambled to her feet so

  that he could get the full effect of her new finery, and he

  nodded thoughtfully

  "You make a very pretty boy," he said. "But I don't think

  youll want to hike the roads in those Try this "

  Kim caught the bundle he tossed her and looked at him in

  bewilderment "Hike"^"

  "I told you the wagon wasn't meant for riding in, re-

  member'3 Unless we're in a hurry, we walk It's less work for

  the horses "

  Kim nodded and went back inside The bundle was yet

  another set of clothes, plain and much-mended, but clean

  They looked like farmers' wear; Mairelon must have gotten

  them from one of the stable hands She frowned suddenly.

  She was glad she wouldn't have to wear the rags she'd had on

  earlier, but she was rapidly becoming uncomfortable with the

  number of things Mairelon was giving her. She didn't like

  owing him so much; it gave him a claim on her, and she still

  didn't know what he expected in return Well, she hadn't

  asked him for any of it It was his own lookout if she shemed

  off with everything She shrugged and reached for the

  clothes

  When she emerged, she found that Mairelon had changed

  his full-dress London evening garb for something very like a

  laborer's smock Kim had to suppress a laugh; in the patched,

  brown homespun he bore a strong resemblance to a not-very-

  reputable tinker's helper As soon as he was ready, they left

  the yard Hunch led the horses instead of driving from the

  van, and Mairelon and Kim walked along behind the wagon

  Mairelon showed Kim some of his simpler magic tricks as

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  they walked He claimed that doing them on the move was

  more difficult than working them on stage, and therefore it

  was good practice Kim was particularly fascinated by the

  various ways of tying knots that slid apart tike oiled snakes if

  the right loop were pulled She made Mairelon show her how

  they were tied, going slowly through the process several

  times Then she practiced until she could manage a creditable

  performance

  She was disappointed to find that Mairelon's tricks owed

  more to his deft fingers than to real magic But she hadn't

  expected him to teach her any real magic, she told herself

  sternly And the things he showed her were certainly fas-

  cinating She swallowed her regrets and concentrated on

  making a hair-crown appear to vanish from one hand and re-

  appear in the other

  Her language lessons continued as we!) Mairelon had a

  way of looking at her and raising hfs eyebrows whenever she

  used a cant phrase or misplaced a word It was far more effec-

  tive than the scoldings and blows Mother Tibb had dispensed

  whenever her students were slow, Kim found herself learning

  more quickly than she would have dreamed

  They were well out into the country now, and Kim found

  the open fields and hedges very strange after the close con-

  fines of the London streets Near noon they stopped to let the

  horses rest and graze on the verge Kim helped Hunch unhar-

  ness them, then Mairelon called her over to begin her first

  lesson in reading She spent most of the two-hour stop scowl-

  ing ferociously at the little brown book of letters Mairelon

  had produced She emerged with a profound respect for any-

  one who had mastered this difficult art, and an even more

  profound determination to join their number

  The afternoon was occupied by more lessons, but this time

  Mairelon was the pupil He asked Kim to teach him how to

  pick locks Relieved to find that there was something he

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  didn't know how to do, Kim readily agreed She scornfully

  rejected, however, the notion of beginning with the lock on

  the chest inside the wagon "You ain't—you aren't gotn' to get

  nowhere—anywhere?—if you start in on a fancy Job like that

  one," she told him.

  Mairelon accepted the rebuke and brought out a smaller

  padlock from somewhere in the depths of the wagon "Do we

  need anything else?" he asked

  "You mean, special keys and sucrp"

  Mairelon nodded apologetically "I've heard that they're

  useful."

  "Maybe, but I just use a bit of wire If you lose a key, you

  got to get a new one, and that takes time A bit of wire's

  always easy to come by "

  Mairelon nodded Kim spent much of the afternoon dem-

  onstrating the twists and pulls that Mother Tibb had shown

  her so long ago She was not as patient a teacher as Mairelon

  had been, but her student had the benefit of years of experi-

  ence with sleight of hand, and he learned very quickly By

  the end of the afternoon, she was ready to let him try his

  hand at the rusty-looking lock that held the rear doors of the

  wagon

  'Tomorrow, perhaps," Maireton said "I think I've had

  enough for one day "

  Kim rather agreed with him- She was tired and very dusty

  from the long trek in the wagon's wake, and her brain whirled

  in an attempt to assimilate all the new things she had learned

  When they reached the edge of a little village and pulled off

  the road to make camp at last, her main emotion was relief

  Hunch tended the horses while Mairelon and Kim gathered

  wood When the fire was well started, Mairelon hung a pot

  above it on a wobbly tripod affair that he had cobbled

  together out of green branches and twine Hunch went mut-

  tering through the grass and weeds along the road He re-

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  turned with several lanky plants, which he threw into the pot

  along with a little meat and some vegetables from the wagon

  K-im was not sure whether it was Hunch's seasoning or the

  long walk, but the stew was the best she had ever tasted

  There was plenty of it, too; Kirn ate until she was stuffed,

  and there was still some left in the pot

  When the meal was over, Mairelon and Hunch began a

  low-voiced conversation on the other side of the fire Kirn

  quickly grew frustrated with her inability to hear what they

  were saying, and Hunch's occasional fierce glares made it

  quite clear that she had better not move any closer Kim

  glared back at him, which accomplished nothing beyond

  providing her with some emotional satisfaction, then rose and

  wandered back to the wagon She glanced at the rusty lock

  holding the rear doors, shook her head, and went on around

  to the steps.

  Inside the wagon, she gave the chest a speculative look

  She decided against it; Mairelon knew she could open it, and

  had undoubtedly taken precautions More precautions, she

  amended, remembering the purple explosion that had thrown

  her across the wagon Instead, she went to the rear of the

  van She hadn't been able to investigate that area before, be-

  cause Mairelon had been performing just outside, and she was


  curious about how the folding stage worked

  The curtain was heavier than its faded, threadbare appear-

  ance had led her to expect She examined it more closely and

  found a series of lead weights sewn into the hem Her sur-

  prise lasted only a moment Mairelon wouldn't want a stray

  breeze to reveal the luxurious interior of his wagon while he

  was performing Kim frowned, wondering why he hadn't put

  a folding panel behind the curtain for added security She'd

  have to remember to ask him later; she was certain he had

  some good reason She lifted one end of the curtain and

  peered behind it

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  There was a foot-wide space between the curtain and the

  back wall Kim slipped into it and let the curtain fall shut

  behind her A little light filtered in around the edges, provid-

  ing a gloomy reddish illumination As she waited for her eyes

  to adjust, Kim ran her fingertips lightly across the rear wall

  There was no break in the surface, this must be the floor of

  the stage, then. She crouched to study the base of the wall

  Yes, there were hinges, carefully sunk into notches in the

  wood They hardly showed at all, and when the stage was

  lowered, they would tie flush with the floor, providing no

  inconvenient lumps for a performer to trip over

  She completed her inspection and straightened, just as the

  sound of hoofbeats came clearly from just outside Old habits

  took over; Kim froze, half crouched behind the curtain She

  heard a shout and the muffled sounds of conversation, but she

  paid little attention She was too busy reminding herself that

  she was doing nothing the nabbing culls could nick her for

  She hadn't nicked anything for nearly two years, not since

  she'd been on her own She had just managed to convince

  herself that it would be perfectly safe to go outside and see

  what was happening when steps sounded on the stairs and she

  heard the wagon's door open

  "—and you can take a look at it," Mairelon's voice said.

  "Well, that's good news," an unfamiliar voice replied

  "What's this Hunch says about you picking up another stray?"

  Curiosity kept Kim motionless "I would hardly call Kim a

  stray," Mairelon said "And Heaven only knows what would

  have happened to her if I'd left her in the streets of London "

  "Um Still trying to make up forJamie? No, no, 1 shouldn't

  have mentioned it But you're certain she has nothing to do

  with the robbery?"

  "Quite sure Now, Edward, do you want to look at the

  bowl or not?"

  "Yes, of course; let's have it "

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  Sundry clicks and thumps followed, the sounds of Mairelon

  unlocking the chest and throwing back the lid Then light

  flashed brightly around the edges of the curtain, and the

  strange voice exclaimed, "My word'"

  "Impressive, isn't it?" Mairelon replied "Will you take it

  with you""

  "Not unless you want me to The consensus is that it may

  help you find the rest of the pieces, but it may also make

  things more dangerous for you "

  "How?" Maireton asked sharply

  "Magic cuts in both directions If you can use the bowl to

  find the platter and the spheres, they can be used to find the

  bowl And you "

  "Of course But I thought you had more in mind than that "

  "Marchmont thinks someone at the Ministry has been talk-

  ing too freely," Mairelon's companion said reluctantly "It may

  be deliberate "

  "I see And there's still the tittle matter of finding out which

  one of our colleagues at the Royal College planned the theft

  in the first place, isn't there?"

  "You've no proof that anyone—"

  "Don't be a fool, Shorehami Someone arranged things very

  cleverly to make it look as if I were the one behind that theft

  Someone very well informed it was sheerest luck that 1 ran

  into you that night, or you'd be as sure I'm guilty as the rest

  of them "

  "All right, all nght But i stilt wish you'd let me clear your

  name."

  "And give whoever it is a reason to try again^ No, thank

  you Besides, as long as no one knows who is really responsi-

  ble, there will still be those who believe I was behind it"

  "I should think the word of the Earl of Shoreham will be

  enough to put an end to such gossip," Shoreham said stiffly

  Kirn swallowed an exclamation and pressed herself against

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  the rear wall of the wagon, wishing fervently that she had

  come out from behind the curtain as soon as Mairelon opened

  the wagon door Robbery and intrigue were things she em-

  phatically did not want to get mixed up in, particularly if

  there were Earls involved, too The gentry were even more

  trouble than toffs

  Mairelon's laugh had little humor to it "Nothing stops gos-

  sip, Edward, you ought to know that "

  "If you would just—"

  "Let it lie, Edward What else do you have to tell me? I

  assume you didn't come all this way just to look at the Saltash

  Bowl and warn me that someone in the Ministry is too free

  with information "

  "You're still determined to go through with this?"

  "Would I be here, like this, if i weren't?"

  "Oh, very well, then We've finally traced the platter "

  "And?" Mairelon's tone was eager

  "It's in the hands of one of those new druid cults "

  "Druid cults?"

  "There's been a sort of half-baked revival going on for the

  past year or two It's all very fashionable—mistletoe and

  white robes under the new moon, with little golden sickles

  for everyone " Lord Shoreham snorted "Quackery, alt of it;

  no science at all It's the sort of thing that gives magicians a

  bad name "

  "Then why did it take you this long to find the platter?"

  This group has one or two members who dabble a bit in

  real magic "

  "I see "

  "They call themselves Sons of the New Dawn, I believe,"

  Lord Shoreham went on "They're located in Essex, near Suf-

  folk, at a place called Ranton Hill "

  "I'm familiar with the area Edward, if I'm going to Essex,

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  why in Heaven's name have you dragged me a day's trip in

  the opposite direction?" Mairelon demanded

  'To try and keep unwelcome attention centered in this

  area The platter's been there for at least two years, there's no

  reason to hurry "

  "Mmmm It'll take me at least two days to get there now—"

  "Three," Lord Shoreham said blandly "I'd rather you went

  around London instead of through it"

  "If you insist "

  "Under the circumstances, I most certainly do "

  'Very well Tell me about these druids, then."

  Kim heard a sound like a sigh of resignation, then Lord

  Shoreham's voice said, "There are only about ten members,

  mostly young men in it for a lark The three most likely to

  have the platter are Frederick Meredith, Robert Chomiet, and

  Jonathan Aberford I've brought a list of the others "

  There was a rustling noise as the
paper changed hands

  "That will do, I think," Mairelon said with some satisfaction

  "'I'll leave in the morning "

  Lord Shoreham cleared his throat "Ah, there is one other

  thing How well do you know the Viscount Granleigh?"

  "I don't believe we've met "

  "And St Clair?"

  "The Baron and I have met Where is this leading,

  Edward?"

  Shoreham sighed "I wanted to know whether you were

  likely to meet anyone who would recognize you "

  Then why didn't you just ask"?" Mairelon's tone was infu-

  riating m its innocence

  "Richard' The Runners are still looking for you in connec-

  tion with the original robbery, you know "

  "It's half the reason I left England I take it Granteigh and

  St Clair are likely to be in Essex?"

  "Possibly Charles Bramingham is married to St Clair's sis-

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  ter, and his son is St Clair's heir His wife is a bosom bow of

  Amelia Cranleigh, the Viscountess, and is addicted to house

  parties it's not beyond the bounds of probability that you'll

  run into them "

  "I know I've stayed at Bramingham Place a time or two

  Don't go ruffling your feathers about it, it was years ago, and

  they're not likely to remember me What is their connection

  with the Ministry?"

 

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