Wrede, Patricia C. - Magician Series 1 - Mairelon the Magician

by Mairelon the Magician [lit]

  his good side "

  Mairelon gave her an indecipherable look "Possibly Hunch

  will have more to say about it when he returns from London

  Then there's Mr Aberford, whose desire for the platter is the

  only one that appears simple and straightforward I therefore

  distrust it on principle, particularly given Mr Aberford's, ah,

  unorthodox attempts to retrieve the thing "

  "You weren't above breakm' into that Bramingham cove's

  library yourself," Kim reminded him "Unless that ain't—

  isn't—what you meant by 'unorthodox '"

  "Everyone broke into Bramingham's library," Mairelon said

  testily "Including Renee Everyone who was anywhere near

  Ranton Hill, that is 1 suppose I should be glad St Clair

  didn't arrive until a day later, or we might have seen him

  bumbling around with everyone else "

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  Kim suppressed a shiver "! don't think so He didn't look

  like no humbler to me, and for sure he's no flat"

  "Quite true," Mairelon said with another sidelong glance at

  Kim "1 stand corrected, I've been acquainted with St Clair

  long enough to know better He would undoubtedly—"

  Mairelon broke off as they came within sight of the wagon

  A curt of smoke was rising past the far side of the roof, and

  Maireton looked reproachfully at Kim

  "I put the fire out before I left'" Kim protested "I'm not

  sapskulled "

  "Then it appears we have company," Mairelon said His

  stride lengthened, and Kim had to skip twice to catch up

  "Perhaps Renee has found us, after all "

  Kim, who had been thinking of Jasper Marston and his

  sister, or the unpleasant Lord St Clair, was surprised and not

  altogether pleased by this suggestion She was even more sur-

  prised, but considerably relieved, when they came around the

  corner of the wagon and found Hunch feeding medium-sized

  sticks into a new 6re A placid-looking roan, presumably

  Hunch's means of transportation, was tied to the back of the

  wagon, chewing quietly on an invisible wisp of hay

  "Hunch'" Mairelon said, stopping short "Well, that was al-

  ways a possibility You haven't seen Renee around anywhere,

  have you?"

  "If you mean that Miss Doo-bear rnend o' yours, no, I

  ain't," Hunch answered "Nor I ain't likely to She's in

  London, laid up with a chill "

  "No, she isn't," Mairelon said, frowning "She's a house-

  guest at one of Mrs Bramingham's interminable parties I've

  seen her myself I wonder why she thought she had to pre-

  tend she was staying in London?"

  "You've seen 'er^' Hunch frowned "Now, 'ow would you

  'ave done that when you was supposed to be a-staying 'ere out

  of trouble while 1 was gone?"

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  "These things happen," Mairelon said, waving a hand in

  airy dismissal

  "Don't you gammon me, Master Richard," Hunch said se-

  verely "What 'ave you been up to now?"

  "This and that," Mairelon answered "What did Lord

  Shoreham have to say^ Or did he send you off without any

  information? ! hope not, 1 did tell you to wait "

  "'E 'ad a lot to say " Hunch's expression was gnm, and he

  paused for a moment to chew on the right side of his mus-

  tache "And I ain't repeating any of it til you tell me what

  you've been doing'"

  "Oh, we've been keeping busy, haven't we, Kin?"

  "Don't go draggin' me mi" Kim said quickly "It ain't none

  of my lay "

  Hunch scowled at Kim, then turned his attention back to

  Mairelon "You 'adn't ought to—what 'ave you got there?"

  Mairelon shifted the parcel under his arm and smiled

  This? I'm not sure Kim says it's the Saltash Platter, but I

  haven't looked yet to see whether she's right "

  "I never—" Kim gasped, only to be cut short by a look

  from Mairelon

  "Let's find out, shall we?" Mairelon said, holding the parcel

  out to Hunch

  Hunch tried to glare at Mairelon, but his eyes kept return-

  ing to the package At last he took it With a final glare and

  considerable muttering, he sat down on the step of the wagon

  and began undoing the knots Kim realized suddenly that

  Hunch was just as curious about things as she was, and as

  little able to resist the opportunity to find something out

  The stnngs felt apart and Hunch unfolded the wrappings

  A silver platter lay across his knees, shining even in the

  leaden sunlight that crept through the clouds It was very like

  the one Kim had glimpsed at Bramingham Place, but she

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  wouldn't have wagered a farthing one way or the other on

  this being the same article

  "Where did you come by this?" Hunch demanded sus-

  piciously

  "One thing at a time, Hunch," Mairelon responded "Let

  me have a look at it first"

  "No, you don't," said a new voice as Mairelon reached for

  the platter

  The surly tone was unmistakably Jack Stower's, and Kirn's

  stomach sank as her head swiveled in the direction of the

  voice There was no chance that he wouldn't see her now

  Then she got a good look at him, and froze where she stood

  Jack Stower was standing at the rear corner of the wagon

  beside the roan He had a large sack strapped over one shoul-

  der In each hand he held a pistol, and his face wore a forbid-

  ding scowl "I'll have that there wicher cheat, and no

  gammon," he snarled

  "Just so," said Mairelon without moving "Do I bring it to

  you, or do you come and get it?"

  "Put it on the ground, there," Stower said, gesturing with

  one of the pistols "Then you and the turnip-pated cove get

  over by the fire. Hop it!"

  With exaggerated care, Maireton lifted the platter and set

  it in front of Stower Then he backed away, his eyes fixed on

  Stower's face "Hunch," he said without turning, and the dour

  servingman rose and joined him

  Slower stuck one of his pistols through his belt and swung

  the sack down from his shoulder The coarse fabric stretched

  and shifted around something large and flat and rectangular as

  he lowered it to the ground Kirn stared at the sack in sudden

  wild surmise

  "Now you, boy," Stower said, taking the second pistol

  from his belt and aiming it at Mairelon and Hunch once

  more "You take that wicher cheat and—Kim!"

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  1 "Surprise," Kim said sourly "Long way from London, ain't

  it, Stower?"

  Stower's face darkened "I'll London you' You think you're

  going to nick a few of the yellow boys Laverham's offering,

  ' don't you^ Well, you ain't getting nothing This is my lay,

  ' see? How'd you get here ahead of me, anyways"? You didn't

  follow the old cove from the inn I'd a seen you "

  "Just luck," Kim managed She felt sick After Stower's

  • hints, Mairelon and Hunch would never trust her again

  "Sorry, Master Richard," Hunch said in tones of chagrin "I

  thought as I 'ad shook 'em off the trail in London "

  "But Mr Slower wasn't in London," Mairelon said, and

  Kim nearly j
umped when she felt the unmistakable crystalline

  quality of the words Surely Mairelon couldn't mean to try a

  spell on a man holding two pistols at his head^

  "He was in Ranton Hill," Mairelon went on, and the sharp

  i edge of magic was clearer and more threatening than before

  i "He should still be in Ranton Hill He should go back to

  Ranton Hill before something happens to him, tzay mm po,

  fedteefi"

  Jack Stower's face contorted, as if in fear or pain He gave

  ' a strangled cry and hurled one of his pistols at Mairelon

  , Instantly Hunch dove sideways, knocking Mairelon out of the

  . way as Slower turned and plunged into the wood behind the

  ! • wagon Kim threw herself down as the pistol hit the ground

  ! and went off, sending a bullet whistling through the empty

  air where Mairelon's chest had been a moment before

  "The shotgun, Hunch," Mairelon said, panting slightly

  . "He's still got one pistol, and that spell was only a makeshift

  It won't hold him long "

  Hunch rolled to his feet and ran for the wagon without

  wasting time on words of acknowledgment Kim picked her-

  self up and followed, pausing Just long enough to scoop up

  Jack's bag and the silver platter that lay beside it. Mairelon

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  was the last one inside He barred the door behind him, then

  reached up and pressed a knothole in the ceiling

  There was a barely audible click. Mairelon set his palms flat

  against the ceiling and pushed, and a two-foot section lifted

  up half an inch, then slid back out of the way "The gun and

  a lift, Hunch, if you please," Mairelon said softly

  "You 'adn't ought to be doing this, Master Richard," Hunch

  grumbled, but he handed Mairelon the shotgun and knelt

  Maireton set a hand on the edge of the opening in the ceiling

  and a foot in Hunch's cupped hands, and a moment later slid

  noiselessly out onto the roof of the wagon

  Kim watched this performance with considerable admira-

  tion The speed and smoothness with which it was done

  spoke of much practice, and she was impressed by the fore-

  thought that had designed the hidden panel in the ceiling

  After a moment, it occurred to her to wonder just how often

  Mairelon and Hunch had had to make use of this particular

  device It threw a whole new light on their possible doings in

  the past

  The minutes ticked slowly by At last, Mairelon's head re-

  appeared in the opening "No sign of him," the magician said

  "He's gone for now Here " He handed the shotgun down to

  Hunch, then climbed down through the hole. "I'll have to see

  about setting up some wards, we can't have people popping in

  and waving pistols around whenever they feel like it It's be-

  coming altogether too popular a sport to ignore "

  "Like that Aberford cove the other night," Kim said, nod-

  ding

  "And just what 'as that got to do with all this?" Hunch

  demanded "What 'ave you been at while I've been gone,

  Master Richard?"

  "Back to that again? Really, Hunch, I'm beginning to think

  you're pmdish, and I see no reason for Kim and me to elabo-

  rate on our relationship merely to satisfy your vulgar curi-

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  osity Particularly when we have more important things to

  do " Mairelon smiled beatincally at Hunch's outraged expres-

  sion and waved toward the sack Kim was holding "Just open

  that up, Kim, so we can see what our Mr Slower has been

  hauling about the countryside "

  Kim deposited the silver platter on the floor and began

  wrestling with the knots at the mouth of the sack She got

  them loose at last and reached inside A moment later she

  held up a large silver platter, to all appearances identical to

  the one on the floor

  "Well, well," said Mairelon "What have we here?" He

  reached out and took the platter from Kim, and a frown

  creased his forehead

  "It looks like this other one," Kim said, nudging the first

  platter with her toe

  "That's exactly what it is," Mairelon said "Exactly"

  "What does that mean?" Hunch said in a resigned tone

  "It means that it's another fake," Mairelon replied

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  ~^ff^ I y unch stared at the platter in Mairelon's

  JH^^^ 1 1 hands "Another fake?" he said at last "You

  ft ' mean that one—" he nodded at the platter on

  the floor, "—ain't the Saltash Platter, either''"

  "That is correct," Mairelon said He turned the second

  copy over in his hands, studying it with a thoughtful expres-

  sion "Kim," he said suddenly, "bring it over here and hold it

  up so I can look at them both "

  Kirn did as she was instructed Mairelon peered intently at

  a section of the platter he held, then turned to Kirn's After a

  moment, he returned to the first platter and repeated the pro-

  cess There was a smear of dust above his left eyebrow, and

  Kirn wondered how he could keep from noticing it, even if

  his reflection was blurred by the intricate patterns incised on

  the surface of the platters

  Finally Mairelon set his platter on the counter With^a re-

  lieved sigh, Kim did the same; Saltash Platter or not, all that

  silver was heavy Mairelon stared absently down at them both

  "Well?" Hunch demanded

  'Two copies," Mairelon said, more as if he were thinking

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  aloud than as if he were answering Hunch "Two identical cop-

  ies Identical right down to the scuffs and scratches Whoever

  made these wasn't working from a description or from draw-

  ings "

  "Then he had the real one to copy?" Kim said tentatively

  "I would be willing to bet on it," Mairelon replied "So if

  we find the silversmith, we'll find the Saltash Platter "

  Hunch snorted "Sounds to me as if you're back where you

  started, Master Richard "

  "Not quite," Mairelon said, and smiled "There's only one

  person in this area who's had the platter long enough to make

  copies Freddy Meredith "

  "Meredith?" Kim said incredulously "You're bammin' me'

  That sapskull?"

  "I'll admit ft doesn't sound likely," Mairelon conceded "But

  who else is there? Bramingham only had the platter for a day

  or so, he couldn't have gotten one copy made in that time,

  much less two None of the other, er, interested parties has

  even been in Ranton Hilt long enough, much less had the

  piatter in his possession "

  "What about that Aberford cove?" Kim objected

  "Well, yes, 1 suppose he ought to be considered a pos-

  sibility," Mairelon said "But I don't think he would have tried

  to burgle Bramingham Place the other night unless he

  thought the platter there was the real one "

  "Burgle Bramingham Place?" Hunch said His lips tight-

  ened, causing his mustache to wiggle alarmingly "Master

  Richard—"

  "Yes, I hadn't forgotten about you," Mairelon interrupted.

  He seated himself on top of the chest and looked at Hunch

  with an air of expectancy "1 assume Shoreham told you />
  something worth hearing, or you wouldn't have come back so

  promptly Let's have it "

  Hunch rolled his eyes Kim suppressed an impulse to grin,

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  as much at Mairelon's tactics as Hunch's reaction She won-

  dered how long Mairelon would be able to keep from explain-

  ing to Hunch }ust what he had been doing in his henchman's

  absence She sat down cross-legged on the floor and waited

  for Hunch to begin

  "'Oo do you want to 'ear about first?" Hunch asked

  "Jack Slower, since he has intruded on us so recently "

  "'E's a nasty piece o' work," Hunch said '"E lives in St

  Giles, far as anyone can tell, thieving and suchlike Lord

  Shoreham says 'e ain't no different from most of the scum as

  follows 'is profession, and the most interesting thing about 'im

  is 'is master "

  "Who is Dan Laverham," Mairelon said "We'll have him

  next, but not before we're finished with Mr Slower Did

  Shoreham find out when Stower left London?"

  "'E left the day after we did," Hunch replied "Lord

  Shoreham found someone 'oo was drinking Blue Ruin with 'im

  the night afore 'e left, and 'e says Slower was mumbling 'ints

  about some errand 'e was going to do for Mr Laverham "

  Mairelon looked interested "Hints? What sort of hints?"