Mairelon The Magician
Mairelon The Magician 
Mairelon, Book 1
Patricia C. Wrede
 
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One
Kim walked slowly through the crowd, slipping in and out of the traffic almost 
without thinking. She enjoyed the noise and bustle common to all the London 
markets, but Hungerford was her favorite. Though it was small by comparison to 
Covent Garden or Leadenhall, it was very busy. Carts stood hub-to-hub along the 
sides of the street, leaving only narrow aisles for the customers. The more 
fortunate among the sellers had permanent stalls, others displayed their shoes 
or brooms or baskets on bare strips of pavement. Still others walked through the 
crowd with baskets of turnips, apples, parsnips, onions, or cress, crying their 
wares in unmusical voices.
Kim let the flow of traffic carry her closer to the markets most recent 
addition, eyeing it with a mingling of curiosity and professional appraisal. It 
was a wagon painted in sunbleached yellow and gold, its tall red wheels half 
hidden by the stalls on either side. Two large doors made up the end of the 
wagon that faced the street, and they were fastened with a rusty padlock. The 
doors carried a rough painting of a man in a black top hat, with a string of 
incomprehensible but decorative letters just below him.
The wagoneer had bagged one of the best spots in the market, right between Jamie 
the Tailor and Red Sals fish stand. Kim frowned. Sal was a good sort, but she 
wouldnt take kindly to having Kim lighten a wagon next to herEven if 
lightening wasnt exactly what Kim planned to do. Jamie was more irritable but 
not so noticingKims frown deepened. She wondered, not for the first time, 
whether shed been wise to take this job. Toffs were trouble, no two ways, and 
a toff knowing enough to find Kim in the back streets of London
Firmly Kim brought her mind back to the business at hand. The wagon was close 
enough to Red Sals to have scraped the paint off the side of the stall, had 
there been any paint to scrapeSmall as she was, Kim would never be able to 
squeeze through. Shed have to go in past Jamies, then, and time things so he 
was busy with a customer. She looked at the wagon with misgiving.
A man came around the corner of the wagon and began undoing the latches at the 
rearHe was tall and thin and everything about him seemed to droop, from his 
baggy trousers to his sloping shoulders to the brim of his slouch hat. Even his 
mustache drooped, and as he worked he chewed absently first on one end and then 
the other.
The doors swung open, and Kim blinked in surpriseThe entire rear end of the 
wagon was occupied by a tiny stage. A faded red curtain separated the back of 
the stage from the wagons interior, Kim forgot her eventual goal and slid 
closer, fascinated. The droopy man swung a small ladder down at the right side 
of the stage and latched it in place, then climbed onto the stage itself. He 
vanished behind the curtain, only to reappear a moment later carrying a table, 
which he set carefully in the middle of the stage. Then he began hanging 
lanterns on either side.
A crowd began to collect around the end of the wagon, drawn by the curious 
spectacle of something being set up in the market in complete silence. Some of 
the bystanders offered comments as the lanterns were hung and litWaste o good 
oil, that, and Bit crooked, aint she? The droopy man chewed on his mustache, 
but gave no sign that he had heard.
He finished his work and disappeared once more behind the curtain. For a long 
moment there was no further activity, and the small crowd murmured in 
disappointment. Before they could begin to drift away, there was a loud crash, 
and a thick cloud of white smoke enveloped the stage.
Come one, come all! called a ringing voice from the center of the smoke. 
Prepare to be amazed and astonished by the one, the onlyMairelon the 
Magician!
With the last words, the smoke dissipated. In the center of the stage stood a 
manHis hair was dark above a rounded face, and he had a small, neat mustache 
but no beard. He wore a black opera cape and a top hat, which made it difficult 
to assess his height; Kim judged him middling tall. His right hand held a 
silver-headed walking stick, Another toff! Kim thought with disgust. She did 
not for a moment believe that he was a real magician; if he were, he would never 
waste his time working the market. Still, she felt a twinge of uneasiness.
The man held his pose for a moment, then threw back his cape. I am Mairelon the 
Magician! he announced. Lend me your attention and I will show you wonders. 
The knowledge of the East and the West is mine, and the secrets of the 
mysterious cults of Africa and India! Behold!
Mairelon pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and displayed both sidesA 
perfectly ordinary handkerchiefas ordinary, that is, as the finest silk may 
beStuff of such worth should be kept close. The crowd chuckled as he stuffed 
it into his closed fist and it vanished.
Dear me, I seem to have lost it in spite of my efforts, the magician went on, 
opening his fist. Now, where . , ah!
He reached down toward a pretty muffin-maid standing in front of the stage and 
pulled the handkerchief out of her bonnet, A string of colored scarves came with 
it, knotted end-to-end. Mairelon frowned. Now, what am I to do with all of 
these? he mused. Carefully he folded them into a compact ball and wrapped the 
ball in the white handkerchief. When he shook it out, the scarves were gone,
The flow of chatter continued as Mairelon borrowed a penny from a man in the 
crowd and made it pass through his handkerchief, then vanish and reappear. He 
pulled an egg from behind another mans ear, broke it into his hat, then reached 
into the hat and removed a live dove. He covered it briefly with his cloak, then 
drew the cloak aside to reveal a large wicker cage with the dove inside. He 
placed cage and dove on the floor of the stage and gestured with his walking 
stick, and they vanished in a puff of smoke and flame. He showed the crowd a 
shallow bowl and had one of the barrow boys fill it with water, then dropped a 
sheet of paper in and pulled out ten tiny Chinese lanterns made of folded paper. 
Kim watched the show with unabashed enjoyment. Near the end, the droopy man 
reappeared, carrying an ancient tambourine. As Mairelon finished his 
performance, his companion circulated among the crowd, collecting pennies and 
shillings from the onlookers.
Reluctantly Kim pulled her mind away from the fascinating sight of Mairelon the 
Magician juggling eggs that, as they passed between his agile fingers, changed 
from white to red to blue to yellow in rapid succession. This was the first time 
both men had been outside at once, and she had to know how long the wagon would 
be empty,
She started singing Darlin Jenny in her head to mark the time, and scowled in 
irritation Her dislike for this job was growing stronger every minuteNicking a 
purse or pocket watch from the swells in the High Street had never bothered her, 
but shed always hated working the markets. Hungerford was the nearest shed had 
to a home since old Mother Tibb dangled from the nubbing cheat, and even if all 
she had to do this time was a bit of snooping, it felt the same as nabbing a 
haddock from Red Sals stand when her back was turned. Kim contemplated 
conveniently forgetting to return to the public house where the toff had 
arranged to meet her, but the memory of the pound notes the stranger had offered 
held her like an iron chain.
Five pounds was a fortune by Kims standards; she could eat well and sleep dry 
for months and still have enough left to replace the ragged jacket and boys 
breeches she wore. If she played her cards right, she might even get out of the 
streets for good. It was time and past that she did so; she was, she thought, 
nearing seventeen, and her long-delayed growth was finally arrivingShe wouldnt 
be able to play the boy much longer. A chill ran down her spine, and she pushed 
the thought, and the darker knowledge of the inevitable consequences that would 
follow the end of her masquerade, resolutely from her mind. Mairelon the 
Magician was, for the moment at least, of far greater importance than her own 
uncertain future.
Mairelon finished his show in a flurry of flashing knives and whirling scarves, 
and bowed deeply. Thank you for your attentionand for your gracious 
contributions. He waved at the tambourine his dour assistant carried, and the 
crowd chuckled. That concludes this performance, but soon Mairelon the Magician 
will return to perform even more wondrous feats for your delight and 
astonishment! Until then, my friends! In a second puff of smoke and flame, the 
magician vanished.
Kim stopped midway through the eighth verse of Darlin Jenny and slipped away 
as the crowd began to disperse. She did not want Sal or Jamie spotting her and 
remembering it later. Once she was safely away from Mairelons wagon, she 
breathed more easily. She couldnt do anything about the magician until the end 
of his next show. She had time, now, to enjoy the market.
She stopped an ancient woman in a faded kerchief and exchanged one of her 
carefully hoarded pennies for a bag of roasted chestnuts. She ate them slowly as 
she walked, savoring the taste The unaccustomed warmth in her stomach made her 
feel more cheerful, though she still wasnt too keen on the idea of mucking 
about in Mairelons wagon. For one thing, she didnt like the look of the skinny 
toff whod hired her.
Unconsciously she flexed her fingers, making the bag rustle. Five pounds would 
buy a lot more than chestnuts. The skinny toff hadnt asked her to nick 
anything, she reminded herself, just to look around and tell him what she saw 
and whether the magician kept a particular bowl in his wagon. The toff had 
claimed it was a betHe might even be telling the truth; swellsd bet on 
anything.
She stepped aside to let an oyster-seller push his barrow past. It didnt feel 
right. The gentry cove had been too keen on her finding that bowl. Hed gotten 
positively excited when he started describing itsilver, hed said, with a lot 
of carvings and patterns whose details Kim had seen no reason to bother 
remembering. Kim frowned. Curiosity was her besetting weakness. And five pounds 
was five poundsit wasnt as if shed be doing any harm. She finished the last 
of the chestnuts and stuffed the bag into one of her many pockets, in case she 
found a use for it later. Shed do it just the way the toff had asked: go in, 
look around, and slip outMairelon would never know anyone had been there.
And if she did happen to find that bowl, maybe shed see what was so special 
about it. But she wouldnt mention it to die skinny toff. Shed collect her 
money and leaveShe might even come back and warn Mairelon about the swell that 
was showing so much interest. Market folk should stick together, after all! She 
smiled to herself; thatd serve the skinny toff a bit of his own soup! Whistling 
cheerfully, she strolled off to see if the puppet show was still stopping at the 
far end of the market.
Evening found her lurking near Mairelons wagon once more. This time she stood 
in the shadows next to Jamies stall, leaning on one of its support postsAs the 
crowd grew larger, she let herself be pushed back until the open rear door of 
the wagon, which formed one side of Mairelons stage, all but hid the 
performance from her sight.
Mairelon was as good as his word. He did not, as far as Kim could tell, repeat 
any of the tricks he had used in his earlier performance. This time, he made 
three unbroken silver rings pass through each other, locking and interlocking 
them in intricate patterns. He bought an apple from a passing vendor and cut it 
open to reveal a shilling at its core. The apple seller was promptly surrounded 
by hopeful customers, but his remaining wares proved disappointingly ordinary.
Meanwhile, the magician went smoothly on with his act. He borrowed a hat from 
one of the men in the crowd, boiled an egg in it, and returned the hat to its 
owner unharmed. Then he brought out a pack of playing cards and ran through a 
series of increasingly elaborate tricks,
Kim was so enthralled by the show that she almost missed seeing a small door 
open near the front of the wagon. The jingling noise of the tambourine caught 
her attention at last, Hastily she mashed herself flat against the side of 
Jamies stall, holding one ragged sleeve up to obscure her face. Mairelons 
droopy henchman glanced in her direction as he passed, but his eyes moved on 
once her dirty and impecunious appearance sank in. 
As soon as the man had been absorbed into the audience, Kim darted for the wagon 
door, hoping Mairelons show and the growing shadows would keep her from being 
noticed. Her luck held; no shouts followed her down the narrow aisle, and when 
she reached it, the door was unlocked. Kim pushed it open and half jumped, half 
fell into the wagons interior, the first chorus of Darlin Jenny echoing 
through her mind. She paused briefly to get her breath back and look around. 
Once again, she found herself staring in surpriseThe wagons interior was 
paneled in dark wood, polished to a high gloss. Rows of cupboards ran down one 
side, topped by a shelf of smooth grey tile. A long chest was built into the 
other wall, from the neat roll of blankets at one end, Kim guessed that it 
doubled as a bed. Presumably the droopy man slept on the floor, or perhaps under 
the wagon, for she saw no sign of a second bed.
A small lamp, which Kim decided had to be pewter because it could not possibly 
be silver, hung near the door. Its light threw back rich highlights from the 
walls and cupboard doors. A wool carpet, deep red with strange designs in black 
and cream, covered the floor. Kim had never been anywhere half so elegant in her 
entire life; even the back room of Gentleman Jerrys was nothing to it.
The faded curtain at the far end of the wagon swayed as Mairelon crossed his 
little stage. Kim came out of her daze as she realized that the curtain was all 
that separated her from discovery. She could hear the magicians patter quite 
clearly. He would be able to hear her just as easily, should she be clumsy or 
careless.
Kim glanced around the wagon again, painfully aware of a need for haste. She had 
wasted nearly a whole verse in her musing. The cupboards were the most likely 
place to start She stepped forward, like a cat stalking a particularly 
suspicious mouse, and opened the first door.
The cupboard was filled with dishes. Three mismatched plates and a shallow 
ceramic soup bowl occupied the lowest shelf, a row of china teacups hung from 
hooks on the bottom of the shelf above. The upper part of the cupboard contained 
a neat stack of copper pans, iron pots, and assorted lids. Kim took long enough 
to make sure there was nothing hidden in or behind any of them, then went on. 
Her hasty search revealed nothing of any interest in the remaining cupboards, 
and she turned to the long chest
The lid did not respond to her careful tug. Closer inspection revealed a hidden 
lock. Kim hesitated. She had nearly three full verses of Darlin Jenny left, 
even if she allowed herself all of the last one as a safety margin. And the 
skinny toff would hardly be pleased if all she had to tell him was that Mairelon 
the Magician kept pots in his cupboards and his chest locked. Her lips 
tightened, and she reached into her pocket for the stiff bit of wire she always 
carried.
The lock was a good one, and the overhanging wood that concealed it made her 
work more difficult. Two more verses of Darlin Jenny went by while she 
twisted the wire back and forth, coaxing the tumblers into position. She was 
about to abandon her efforts when she heard a faint click and the lid of the 
chest popped up a quarter of an inch.
Kim straightened in relief and pocketed the wire She took
hold of the chests lid and lifted, forcing herself to move slowly in case the 
hinges squealed. Then she held it in position with one hand and bent over to 
peer inside,
Piles of brightly colored silks met her eyes. Beside them were slotted wooden 
boxes, a bundle of tiny Chinese lanterns, several mirrors, a glass tube with a 
painted paper cover, a top hat, and several decks of playing cards, all arranged 
neatly and precisely according to some order Kim could not fathom. A few she 
recognized as props from Mairelons first show; none of them looked at all like 
the bowl the gentry cove had gone on about. As she started to close the lid, she 
saw a swatch of black velvet sticking out from under a stack of neatly folded 
silk handkerchiefs. One last try, she thought, and brushed the silks aside.
Her hand closed on something hard and heavy, wrapped in velvetThen there was a 
violent, soundless explosion and Kim was flung backward against the cupboards on 
the other side of the wagonThrough a haze of violet light, she saw the lid of 
the trunk slowly close itself. Purple spots danced before her eyes, then spread 
out to cover her entire field of vision. Her last coherent thought, as the 
purple deepened into black unconsciousness, was an angry curse directed at the 
toff waiting for her in the public house. Five pounds wasnt anywhere near 
enough pay for snooping on a real magician.
Two
Kim awoke all at once. She was propped against something hard, in a semi-sitting 
position, and she could feel cord around her wrists and ankles. She heard voices 
above her and forced herself to be still, feigning unconsciousness. This was 
not, apparently, expected, after a moment, she heard a worried voice say, 
Adnt e oughter be waking?
He is awake, said the voice of Mairelon the Magician. Hes just pretending. 
Come on, child, you might as well admit it. Youll have to open your eyes sooner 
or later.
Kim sighed and capitulatedShe gave a hasty look around as she opened her eyes, 
in the faint hope of discovering a way out of her predicament. She was propped 
against the row of cupboards; one of the doors was open, presumably jarred free 
when she had been thrown against them. The cord that tied her looked regrettably 
sturdy, and the knots were unfamiliar tanglesAfter one glance, she abandoned 
any thought of slipping free while her captors attention was elsewhere.
Quite so, said Mairelon. Kim looked up. Mairelon was standing next to the 
chest, on the opposite side of the wagon. He had removed his cloak and hat; 
without them, he seemed both shorter and younger than he had appeared on stage. 
His expression held none of the anger and annoyance Kim expected; instead, there 
was a gleam of something very like interest or amusement. She began to hope she 
would come around from this, after all.
Beside Mairelon stood the droopy man. He, too, had removed his hat, and his grey 
and black hair was plastered flat against his head He alternated sour glares at 
Kim with nervous looks directed at Mairelon, and he was chewing continuously on 
one end of his mustache.
Kim looked back at Mairelon, Proper knowin one, aint you? she said in her 
best boyish tone,
As far as you are concerned, not nearly so knowing as I would like to be, 
Mairelon replied affably.
You going to call the nabbing culls?
That depends on how much you are willing to tell me.
I got no reason to keep quiet, Kim said frankly. If the toff whod hired her 
had been more open, she might have felt some obligation to keep her mouth shut, 
but not even an out-and-outer would expect her to protect an employer whod 
withheld crucial knowledge about a job. Especially when she hadnt been too keen 
on it in the first place.
Then perhaps you would explain just what you were doing in my wagon, Mairelon 
said.
Lookin about, Kim said promptly.
The droopy man snorted through the damp ends of his mustache. Stealing, more 
likely,
Quiet, Hunch, Mairelon said He looked from Kim to the open cupboard with a 
speculative gleam. Just looking? Thats right, Kim said firmly. Just 
lookin about. The magicians eyes narrowed, and Kim wondered whether her reply 
had been too forceful for the boy she was pretending to be. it was too late to 
change it now, though.
That accounts for the cupboards, I think, Mairelon said after a moment, How 
did you
You dont never believe im, do you? the droopy man demanded
Hunch. Refrain from interrupting, if you please.
And let you get yourself in a mort o trouble from believing things you adnt 
ought to? Hunch said indignantly. I wont never!
Mairelon gave his henchman an exasperated look. Then you can go outside until 
Im done.
Hunchs face took on a grim expression. Nay.
Its that or be silent.
The two mens eyes locked briefly; Hunchs fell. Aye, then, Ill old my 
peace.
Good. Mairelon turned back to Kim, who had been watching this exchange with 
great interestAs I was saying, I think youve explained the cupboards. The 
chest is another matterHow did you open it?
Picked the lock.
I find that a little difficult to believe. Its not a simple mechanism.
Didnt have to be, Kim said, allowing herself to bristle at the implied 
reflection on her skill.
Mairelon raised an eyebrow. Well, well leave that for the moment. Just why 
were you, er, looking about in my wagon?
A gentry cove at the Dog and Bull said hed pay five pounds to know what you 
had in here. Said he had a bet on it.
Did he, Mairelon and Hunch exchanged glances.
He thought hed gammoned me proper, Kim said. She took a perverse pleasure in 
betraying the toff whod gotten her into this. But if it was just a bet, whyd 
he let me talk him up to five pounds? And why was he so nattered over that 
wicher-bubber?
Wicher-bubber? Mairelon said, looking startled, and not altogether pleased. 
You mean a silver bowl?
Thats what I said. The toff wanted me to look for it. Did he ask you to 
steal it? Mairelon demanded, his expression tense.
No, but I aint saying he wouldnt of been right pleased if Id a nicked it for 
him.
There! Hunch saidWhat was I telling you? Es a thief.
Look, cully, if I was a sharper, would I be telling you straight out? Kim 
said, exasperated. All I said was, Id keep an eye out for it, and thats 
truth!
So all you agreed to do was come in, look around, and let him know whether you 
saw this bowl? Mairelon said.
Thats it, Kim said. Hunch snorted, and she glared at himThere wouldnt be 
no harm done, after all; just lookin about. But he ought to of said somethin 
about you being a real magician with fancy locks and exploding chests.
What did this toff of yours look like?
A real swell. Top hat, and gloves bettern the ones Jamie sells, and a silk 
cravat. Kim shook her head in wonder that was only partly simulated. A top 
hat, at the Dog and Bull.
What color was his hair?
Muddy. Thin, too.
His hair or himself?
Both.
Mairelon nodded, as if he had expected that answerAnd did he give you 
something to make it easier for you to get in here? And into my chest?
No, and I wouldnt of took it if hed offered. I aint no flat
Then suppose you show me how you managed it, Mairelon said. Kim nodded, and 
the magician reached for the rope that bound her hands. Hunch made a strangling 
noise, Mairelon paused and looked at him with an expression of innocent inquiry.
Youre never letting im go? Hunch said, plainly appalled by the idea. You 
got no idea what es up to!
I think the two of us can handle her.
Hunch bit down hard on the right side of his mustache. er?
Oh, you didnt realize? Mairelon said. He turned back to Kim while Hunch was 
still gaping mutely, and gave one of the loops of cord a sharp tug. The knot 
slid apart as though someone had greased the rope, leaving Kims hands free. She 
blinked, then darted a hand forward and yanked on the cord that held her ankles. 
Nothing happened. Theres a trick to it, of course, Mairelon said blandly. 
Ill show you, if you like, when youve finished your own demonstration.
Kim looked up in disbelief. Mairelon was smiling in what appeared to be genuine 
amusement. You will?
Yes. When youre finished, he added pointedlyHunch scowled ferociously at his 
masters back, but did not dare voice any more criticism,
All right, all right, Kim said She reached into her pocket, pulled out the bit 
of wire, and set to work. She was fairly sure by this time that the magician 
would not turn her over to the constables, but instead of reassuring her, the 
knowledge made her even more uneasy. Why did he hesitate?
She watched Mairelon surreptitiously as she wiggled the wire. He didnt look 
particularly impressive, but he was no flat, that was certain. He was no 
ordinary street magician, either, not with the inside of his wagon done up like 
a gentry ken. Not to mention that thing in the chest that had blown Kim halfway 
across the room.
The memory slowed her fingers. True, shed actually been poking around in the 
chest when the spell or whatever it was had gone off, but Mairelon could easily 
have changed it while she was unconscious. She had no desire to repeat the 
performance.
Hunch shifted impatiently. She aint going to get it, not with just that bit o 
wire,
Give over, Kim snarled, and twisted her wrist Again she heard the faint click, 
and the lid of the chest rose fractionally, Kim lifted it open and looked 
triumphantly at Hunch.
Impressive, Mairelon said. He looked at Kim thoughtfully, and the gleam of 
interest was back. I didnt think anyone but old Schapp-Mussener himself could 
open that chest without the key.
Its a knack, Kim said modestly.
Its a talent, and a very impressive talent, too. The gleam became more 
pronounced. I dont suppose
Master Richard! Hunch interrupted.
Mmmm?
You aint a-going to do nothing dreadful now, are you?
Hunch said in a severe tone
No, no, of course not, Mairelon said absently, still looking at Kim.
Good, Hunch said, much relieved.
I was just going to ask our guest here-what is your name, by the way?
Kim.
KimI was just going to ask Kim here if she would like to
come with us when we leave London.
Hunch bit both ends of his mustache at once. You aint never going to bring her 
along!
Why not? Mairelon said in a reasonable tone, It might be useful to have 
someone along whos familiar with ... things. A lot has happened in the past 
four years.
You want me to come with you, after I snuck in here and blew things around? 
Kim said incredulously. Youre bosky!
Hunch started to nod agreement, then caught himself and glared at Kim. You 
cant do it, Master Richard! Shes a thief!
I aint!
Stop it, both of you. Mairelons voice was firm. He looked at Hunch. I dont 
think Kim is a thief, though its plain that shes had some of the training. Not 
that it matters.
It do too matter! What are you going to do with er?
She could help with the act, Mairelon saidShe seems a handy sort of person.
Hunch snorted. Aint that what you said about that Frog oo sherried off with 
ten guineas and your best coat?
Yes, well, he was a little too handy I think Kim will do much better.
At what?
She could make a very useful assistant eventually. Provided, of course, that 
she would be willing to come along? Mairelon looked questioningly at Kim,
You aint gammoning me? Kim said suspiciously.
No.
The single word was more convincing than Mairelons speeches had been, but Kim 
still hesitated What did he expect to get out of hauling her along with him? 
From the luxurious interior of the wagon, it was plain that Mairelon could 
afford the company of the best of the fashionable impures, if what he wanted was 
a doxy. He had no reason to pick a grubby imitation boy out of the market 
instead. And he wasnt the sort who preferred boys, Kim had learned long ago to 
spot and avoid them So what did he want?
You aint unfastened me yet, she pointed out at last.
An oversight.  Mairelon bent and tugged at the cord that fastened Kims ankles 
Again the rope slid apart, and Mairelon straightened with a flourish. Now, what 
do you say?
Youd really show me how to do that? Kim asked, her mind whirling If she could 
learn a. few of Mairelons tricks, she might be able to get steady work at one 
of the Covent Garden theatersreal work, the sort that required more than a 
low-cut dress and a willingness to do whatever might be asked. She could earn 
enough to eat regular and sleep warm without looking over her shoulder for 
watchmen or constables or Bow Street Runners, she could stop being afraid of Dan 
Laverham and his like, she couldshe forced herself to cut that train of thought 
short, before the hope grew too strong, and waited for Mairelons answer
That and quite a bit more, Mairelon said. How else could you be any help in 
the act?
She dont look like shell be much elp anyways, Hunch muttered. Nobodys 
a-going to pay to watch a grimy little thief.
Call me that once more, cully, and
Enough. Mairelons voice was quiet, but Kim found herself swallowing her words 
faster than she ever had for Mother Tibbs angry screeching. Stop provoking 
her, Hunch.
If you cant see whats under your nose
Oh, she doesnt look like much now, but I think youll be surprised at how well 
she cleans up.
I aint said Im coming with you yet! Kim said crossly.
And you havent said youre not, either, Mairelon replied. Come, now, make 
your decision I have things to do if you arent.
Huh. Kim was unimpressed. I aint wishful to get into no trouble with the 
nabbing culls. Whats your lay?
Mairelon smiled. Im a traveling magician. I play the markets and fairs.
Give over. I told you, I aint no flat. Folks that can do real magic dont 
waste time flashing tricks at the markets And you aint got yourself no wagon 
done up like a gentry ken that way, neither.
Thats my affair. Ill give you my word that were doing nothing illegal, if 
youve other questions, youll have to wait for answers. After all, we dont 
know you very well yet.
No, nor want to, Hunch said under his breath.
Kim frowned at him automatically, but her mind was busy Elsewhere. Shed never 
get a chance like this again, she was certain .Risking Mairelons unknown 
objectives was a small price to pay for the promise of a few days worth of 
regular meats and a safe place to sleep, even without the promise of tutoring. 
Add in the possibility of learning something that would free her from the 
perilous hand-to-mouth world of the London slums and Mairelons proposal was 
well-nigh irresistible, especially since shed probably never find out what the 
magician was really doing or what was so important about that bowl if she didnt 
go along. And if she didnt like it, she could always tip them the double and 
come back to London Shed be no worse off than she was now.
Well? Mairelon asked.
All right, then, Kim said. Ill do it.
Hunch groaned.
Good! Mairelon said, ignoring Hunch. Well see the tailor tomorrow about 
getting you some clothes. We wont be long in London, so Im afraid there wont 
be many of them.
Sounds bang-up to me, Kim said. It took most of her will to sound moderately 
pleased instead of all but stunned speechless. Clothes from a tailor? For her?
Shell run off as soon as shes got everything she can off you, Hunch 
prophesied gloomily.
Kim started to protest, but Mairelons voice overrode her. Hunch, if you dont 
stop trying to pick out a quarrel with Kim, I shall be forced to leave you in 
London.
You wouldnt never Hunch said.
No?
Hunch muttered something under his breath and stomped to the far end of the 
wagon. Mairelon looked after him and shook his headHell come around, never 
fear. Youve nothing to worry about.
Aint you forgetting something? Kim said.
What?
That skinny toff down at the Dog and Bull, that sent me in here lookin. 
Whatre you going to do about him?
I think he ought to get what hes paying for, Mairelon said after due 
consideration. Dont you agree?
Kim thought of the underhanded way the skinny toff had held back information to 
keep the price down. No.
Yes, he certainly should, Mairelon said, as though he hadnt heard Kim. I 
think you should go back to that place you mentionedwhat was the name again?
The Dog and Bull.
Of courseI think you should go back and collect your five pounds. He paused 
and smiled at Kim, What do you say?
Three
Kim darted across a street directly in front of a hackney, causing the horses to 
shy. The drivers curses followed her as she slipped into the pedestrian traffic 
on the other side, but she paid no attention. She was late for her appointment, 
and she didnt know how long the skinny toff would wait.
Not that she was particularly anxious to see him again, five pounds or not. She 
still wasnt sure how shed been talked into this. Maybe it was because Hunch 
had been so set against it; knowing how much he disliked the idea, she couldnt 
resist going ahead with it. Or maybe it was Mairelons persuasiveness. The man 
made it all sound so reasonable, and he knew just how to appeal to Kims 
curiosity. 
That, of course, was the root of the problem. Kim dodged a lamplighter, ducking 
under the end of his ladder. Someday she was going to get into real trouble if 
she didnt stop poking her nose into things just to find out what they looked 
like.
Still castigating herself, Kim turned down the crooked lane that led to the Dog 
and Bull, Here the traffic was less, and she made better time. When she saw the 
cracked sign with its garish painting, she broke into a run, and a moment later 
she was inside. She stepped to one side of the door and paused, panting, to 
survey the room.
It was a moment before her eyes adjusted to the gloom. Though the single window 
was large, half or more of its panes had been broken and stuffed with paper, and 
those that remained were dark with dirt. What light there was came from the fire 
in the huge, blackened hearth, and it did not penetrate far into the smoke and 
steam that filled the air.
Three long, bare tables occupied the center of the room. The backless benches on 
either side were half full of large men in well-worn clothes. Most were hunched 
over mugs of beer; some were eating with single-minded intensity from an 
assortment of battered bowls. There was no sign of the toff anywhere.
Kim frowned. Had she missed him, then? There was no way of telling. She decided 
to take the chance that he, too, was late, and made her way to one of the 
tables. She squeezed herself into a corner where she could watch the door, 
ordered a half-pint of ale, and settled in to wait.
The procession of customers entering the room was not exactly encouraging. Most 
were working-class men identifiable by their clothescarters, bricklayers, a 
butcher, one or two costermongers, a sawyer. A nondescript man in a shabby coat 
slouched in and crept to the far corner of the table as if he expected to be 
thrown out. Kim sipped at her ale, wondering unhappily whether she should risk 
attracting attention by asking questions.
The door opened again, and another collection of solid men in rough-spun wool 
and grimy linen entered. In their wake came a tall man made even taller by his 
top hat. He wore a voluminous cape that made it impossible to tell whether he 
was fat or slim, but the white-gloved hand pressing a handkerchief to his lips 
was impossible to mistake. Famble-cheats and a top hat, Kim thought disgustedly, 
in a place like this. He was the one she was waiting for, all right. She 
straightened, trying to look taller so that he would see her.
The toff surveyed the room disdainfully, then made his way among the tables and 
stopped beside Kim. I trust your presence means you have succeeded, boy, he 
said.
I done what you asked, Kim said.
Good. I suggest we conduct the remainder of our business in one of the private 
rooms in back.
You want everyone here knowin you got business with me? Kim asked without 
moving.
The toffs face darkened in anger, but after a moment he shook his headNo, I 
suppose not.
Then youd better set down afore everyone here ends up lookin at you, Kim 
advised.
The mans lips pressed together, but he recognized the wisdom of Kims 
statement. He seated himself on the bench across from her, setting his hat 
carefully on the table. The publican, a fat man in a dirty apron, came over at 
once, and the toff accepted, with some reluctance, a mug of beer. As ^ the 
publican left, the toff leaned forward. You said youd done as I asked. You 
found the bowl, then? You have a list of what is in Mairelons wagon?
What would the likes of me be doing makin lists? Kim said sarcastically.
The man looked startled. I had anticipated
You wanted a list, you should of hired a schoolmaster, Kim informed him. I 
can tell you what I saw in that magic coves wagon, but thats all
The mans eyes narrowed. In that case, perhaps five pounds is more than the 
information is worth to me.
In that case, you aint getting no information at all, Kim said, mimicking his 
tone.
Come, now, I think you are unreasonable. Shall we say, three pounds?
Kim spat, I done what you said, and you never said nothing about no list. Five 
pounds and thats flat.
Oh, very well. Did you find the bowl?
I aint saying nothin until I get what you promised.
The toff argued, but Kim remained firm. Eventually he agreed, and unwillingly 
counted out the five pounds in notes and coin, Kim made a show of re-counting 
it, her fingers lingering over each coin in spite of herself. She had never had 
so much money at once in all her life, and every silver shilling and half crown 
meant another day or week of food and possible safety. She stowed the money 
safely in the inner pockets of her Jacket, feeling highly pleased with both 
herself and Mairelon. If it hadnt been for the magicians urging, she might 
have passed up an easy mark
Satisfied? the man said angrily. All right, then, tell me what you found.
Kim smiled inwardly and launched into a detailed and exhaustive description of 
the interior of the magicians wagon. She noticed the anticipation on her 
listeners face when she talked of the pots and pans in Mairelons cupboard, and 
carefully saved the information that they were all made of iron for the end of 
the sentence. She got a perverse satisfaction out of seeing the flash of 
disappointment on the toffs face.
The man got more and more impatient as she went along. Finally she mentioned the 
locked chest. The toff sat up. Locked?
Yes. Kim pausedBut I got in.
The man leaned forward eagerly, And?
It looked like thats where the cove kept his magicsThere were a whole bunch 
of little paper lanterns, and a couple of them little wooden boxes, and a stack 
of silk
Yes, yes, boy, but the bowl!
Bowl? Kim said, feigning innocence.
The silver bowl I described to you! Did you find it?
I didnt see nothin like that in Mairelons wagon, Kim said with perfect 
truth.
What! The toffs voice was loud enough to make heads turn all along the 
tableHe controlled himself with effort, and when the other customers had turned 
away, he glared at Kim. You said youd do as I asked!
And so I have, Kim retorted, unperturbedAint nobody could of found 
somethin that aint never been there.
Not there? The man sounded stupefied.
Use your head, cully, Kim advised. If this Mairelon swell had something like 
that, I would of seen it, wouldnt I? And I aint. So it aint there.
Youre certain?
Kim nodded.
The toff glared as though it were her fault. Not there, he muttered. All this 
time, wasted on the wrong man. Amelia will never let me hear the end of it. 
Merrill could be anywhere in England by now, anywhere!
That aint my lookout, Kim pointed out. You want to hear what else he had, or 
not?
And you, the toff went on in a venomous whisper, you knew. Thats why you 
made me give you your money in advance, isnt it? You little cheat!
On the last word, he lunged across the table. The sudden movement took Kim 
completely by surprise. He would have had his hands at her throat if a grimy, 
disreputable-looking man had not half lurched, half fallen against the toffs 
back at that moment.
The unexpected shove knocked the toff heavily into the edge of the table; Kim 
heard his grunt of pain plainly. She stood and backed away a little, watching 
with interest She recognized the grimy man now, he had come into the public 
house just before the toffs arrival.
The grimy man was the first to recover. Sh-shorry. Very shorry, he said. The 
floor jusht, jusht shook me over, thash all. He waved a hand to demonstrate, 
and lost his balance again
Get away from me, you idiot the toff snarled.
Right. Very shorry. The drunk made ineffectual apologetic motions in the 
toffs direction. Since he was still draped halfway over the toffs shoulder, 
this succeeded only in knocking over the almost untouched mug of beer in front 
of them. A wave of brown foam surged across the table, picking up dirt and 
grease as it went.
The toff made a valiant effort to spring back out of the way, but with the drunk 
still leaning helpfully across his shoulder, he didnt have a chance The pool of 
cool, dirty beer swished into his lap, thoroughly drenching his previously 
immaculate attire The taproom exploded in laughter.
The drunk began a tearful apology, which was more a lament for the wasted beer 
than anything else .Cursing, the toff shoved him aside He began wiping vainly at 
his clothes with a pocket handkerchief while the publican escorted the drunk 
firmly to the door. Kim judged it a good moment for her own departure and 
slipped quietly out in the drunks wake Her last sight was of the toff, gingerly 
picking his dripping top hat out of the pool of beer.
Still chuckling, Kim paused in the lane outside. It was now fully dark, and a 
yellow fog was rising. Not the best time for running about the London streets, 
even for as ragged a waif as Kim looked. Still, she hadnt much choice. She 
swallowed hard, thinking of the coins in her pockets .If she lost them, shed 
have nothing to fall back on if her arrangement with Mairelon fell apart. She 
started off, hugging the edge of the Lane.
As she passed the corner of the Dog and Bull, a pair of dirty, beer-scented 
hands grabbed her. One clamped itself over her mouth, the other pinned her arms. 
Kim threw her self forward, but the man was too strong. She was dragged quickly 
and quietly into a filthy alley beside the public house.
She kicked backward, hard, and connected. The man made no sound, but his grip 
loosened, and Kim wrenched one arm free. She bit down on the hand covering her 
mouth and felt her captor jerk. Then she heard a whisper almost directly in her 
ear. Kim! Stop it! Its Mairelon!
Without thinking, Kim struck at the voice with her free hand. Then the words 
penetrated, and she hesitated. She couldnt imagine what Mairelon might be doing 
in this part of town, but magicians were a queer lot, and shed already decided 
that Mairelon was one of the queerest of them all. And who else would expect 
that name to have any weight with her?
It really is me, unlikely as it seems, the whisper said. If I let go, you 
wont make a sound until youre sure, will you? Nod if you agree.
Kim nodded, and the hands released their hold. She turned and found herself 
confronting the drunk who had caused so much trouble a few minutes before. He no 
longer seemed drunk in the least, though he still looked and smelled thoroughly 
unpleasant.
Kim took a step backward The man raised a warning hand and she stopped, peering 
at him. He was the right height for Mairelon, but he had no mustache and his 
face was half hidden by a layer of greasy dirt. Then he grinned, and Kims 
doubts vanished .Impossible as it seemed, this was Mairelon.
She smiled back and he doffed his grimy cap and bowed with a stage magicians 
flourish. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, and at once he held up 
a warning finger.
She stepped closer, wondering even more what was behind his strange behavior
The creak of the public house door swinging open filtered into the alley. 
Mairelon flattened himself into a niche along one wall and motioned to Kim to do 
the same. She complied, still puzzled. Then she heard the skinny toffs 
unmistakable whine.
dont expect such treatment! You havent heard the end of this!
Mebbe, the gravelly voice of the publican said. And mebbe not. Evenin.
Kim heard the door shut, then the toff muttering curses under his breath. A 
moment later came the incongruous sound of a small silver bell, ringing.
A large shadow passed the mouth of the alley. There you are, Stuggs! the toff 
said pettishly. Did you catch the boy?
I aint seen im, said a deep, slow voice.
Not seen him? But he left just a few minutes ago.
I aint seen im, the second voice reiterated patiently.
You fool! He must have gone the other way,
Couldnt ave. Streets blocked.
Then he slipped by you in the dark. Idiot! Nothing has gone right tonight, 
simply nothing! Weve spent five days tracing the wrong man, my clothes are 
ruined, and on top of everything else you let the boy escape!
I never seen im If Id seen im, Id a catched im.
Oh, well. Under the circumstances, it hardly matters. But if it had been 
Merrills wagon, we would have needed the boy. Youre lucky.
Something in the mans voice made Kim shrink back against the wall of the 
building, trying to become one with the bricks and half-timbering. Why were they 
so interested in her? Surely five pounds wasnt worth such trouble to a swell!
You want I should look for im Stuggss deep voice said, and Kim held her 
breath.
Werent you listening? Theres no need; he didnt find anything. And Im not 
going to stand here smelling like a brewery while you blunder about. Come on.
Footsteps clicked against the cobblestones, passing the end of the alley. 
Gradually they died away, but Kim did not move until she heard the distant 
rattle of carriage wheels Then she looked across at Mairelon.
The magician motioned to her and started off, but instead of heading back out to 
the lane, he went farther into the alley. Kim followed with some trepidation. 
The cramped maze of garbage-strewn alleys that twisted through the spaces 
between the main streets was no place for anyone who didnt know where he was 
going.
Mairelon, however, chose his course without hesitation, and in a few minutes 
they emerged on a side street two blocks from the Dog and Bull. You can talk 
now, he said.
Kim was silent for a moment, trying to decide what to ask first. Why was that 
skinny toff so wishful to get his dabbers on me? she said finally, starting 
with the question which was of the greatest personal interest.
I rather think he was afraid you might come and tell me what hed been doing, 
Mairelon replied.
Kim did a quick review of the conversation theyd overheard. He thinks youre 
this Merrill cove?
Not any more, Mairelon said cheerfully. He tipped his cap to a heavily rouged, 
overblown woman in an exceedingly low-cut gown. She eyed his shabby raiment and 
wrinkled her nose, then hurried past in search of more promising customers.
So thats why you was so set on me gammoning the cull Id done what he wanted, 
Kim said. She looked at Mairelon thoughtfully. Are you?
Am I what?
Are you Merrill?
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as 
sweet!
Huh? Kim said, thoroughly confused.
Not literary, I take it? No, of course not, you wouldnt be. We shall have to 
do something about that.
About what?
Teaching you to read.
Read! Kims eyes widened, and she stopped short. Me?
Why not? Its bound to be useful. Come along; you dont want to spend the night 
standing in the street, do you?
Kim nodded and started walking again It was a moment before the novelty of the 
idea wore off and she realized that she had been very neatly distracted from her 
original question. She scowled and kicked a pebble. It skittered over the 
cobblestones and disappeared into the damp and foggy darkness in the middle of 
the street.
Mairelon looked across at her and raised an eyebrow. Kims scowl deepened. You 
knew all that was going to happen! she said accusingly,
Hardly. I was suspicious, thats all.
Then what were you doin down at the Dog and Bull?
I was looking out for you, Mairelon said promptly.
I dont need no lookin out for, Kim retorted. She was suddenly tired of all 
these swells talking her into things without telling her enough about them 
first. Of course, her own curiosity was at least as much to blame as Mairelon, 
but that only made her more irritable.
Im inclined to agree, Mairelon said. He raised his hand and touched his right 
eye gingerly. I believe you blacked my eye with that last swing.
Too bad, Kim said callously. It wouldnt of happened if youd of told me 
youd be there.
If Id told you I was planning to follow you, you would have told me to be off 
about my own business, Mairelon pointed out. Which, as things turned out, 
wouldnt have been at all wise, now, would it?
Huh. Kim couldnt contradict him, but she wasnt willing to admit it.
Besides, it wouldnt have been at all the thing to have sent you off into 
trouble without warning you and without sending along anyone to help in case 
there was trouble.
Then why didnt you warn me?
About what? I wasnt sure anything was going to happen And would you have 
listened?
If you would of explained Kim started with some heat, then stopped, her brain 
working rapidly. Mairelon had caught her rifling his wagon; he would have had to 
be very stupid to give her any explanations without learning more about her 
first. And however careless he might seem, he was not stupid. The thought 
crossed her mind that he had been watching to see whether she would tell the 
skinny toff the whole truth about what she had found in his wagon.
Curiously, the idea that he had been testing her drained away most of her anger. 
Caution was a thing she understood, if she wanted Mairelons trust, she would 
have to earn it. She wasnt about to admit she knew it, though. You shouldnt 
of gone, she said grumpily.
Mairelon gave her a quizzical look. I couldnt let you go alone, and there was 
no other choice. I simply couldnt send Hunch.
Kim stared at Mairelon. Then her mind brought up a picture of Hunch, drooping 
over the skinny toffs shoulder and chewing on his mustache while he tried to 
tip over a beer mug. It was too much for her sense of humor; she burst into 
laughter. No, I guess you couldnt. I bet he didnt want you goin off in them 
flash togs, neither.
Youre right about that, Mairelon replied cheerfully. He raised his hand to 
touch his eye again, and winced. Hes going to be simply delighted about this, 
Im sure. 
Not hardly he wont.
Hell say its what I deserve for going off without him. He may, just possibly, 
be right, the magician added thoughtfully.
You goin to tell him how you got it? Kim said.
Mairelon looked at her and blinked, then he grinned. Oh, I see. I hadnt 
thought of that. The grin widened, giving him a strong resemblance to a 
mischievous small boy. Well, such things happen quite frequently in taverns, 
particularly the less respectable ones. I dont think therell be any need to go 
into details, do you?
Kim shrugged, sternly suppressing a flicker of relief. It dont matter to me.
Quite so, Mairelon said gravely. They walked a block in silence, watching the 
heavy, wide-wheeled drays clatter by over the cobblestones. Then they turned a 
corner and the sights and sounds of the Hungerford market washed up to greet 
them.
To Kims surprise, Mairelon did not go directly to his wagon Instead, he led Kim 
around the edge of the market to a cramped alley. He paused in the shadows, 
watching the lamplit shops. Though the twists of the buildings hid them from 
sight, Kim could hear the calls of the costermongers clearly. It was a good 
place to hide; Kim had used it herself a couple of times. She was surprised that 
Mairelon knew it.
Kim heard a scratching sound behind her and tensed. Mairelon smiled and turned, 
his shoulders brushing flakes of paint off the building on his right. A moment 
later, Hunch appeared from an even skinnier opening near the back of the alley.
Well timed, Hunch Mairelon said in a low voice. You brought everything?
Right ere, Hunch said, lifting a large canvas bag in one hand and scowling as 
if he wished he could disassociate himself from such undignified proceedings
Good! Mairelon stripped off his cap and dropped it, then pulled off his 
tattered jacket. He wiped his face and hands on the shreds of lining, which 
seemed relatively clean, then dropped the jacket on top of the cap and begin 
pulling off his heavy workmans boots.
Master Richard! Hunchs voice was not loud, but it expressed volumes of 
scandalized disapproval
Mairelon paused and looked up. What is it?
You aint never going to just Hunch stopped and looked at Kim. Not with er 
standing there!
Oh, is that all thats bothering you? Mairelon looked at Kim and grinned. 
Turn your back, child, youre offending Hunchs proprieties.
Kim flushed, as much from surprise as embarrassment, and turned away. I aint 
no child, she muttered under her breath.
Under the circumstances, thats so much the worse, Mairelon replied 
cheerfully.
Kim snorted. She could hear various scraping and rustling noises behind her, and 
Hunch muttering through his mustache. She frowned, certain that at least some of 
the mutterings were derogatory comments directed at her. She couldnt quite hear 
them, and after a moment she was glad. If she knew what Hunch was saying, she 
would have had to answer in kind, and she couldnt see arguing with someone 
while her back was turned. It was too much of a disadvantage.
The rustlings stopped, and Mairelon said, There, thats better You can turn 
around now.
Kim did, and blinked. Mairelon still smelled faintly of beer, but otherwise he 
was once more the well-dressed stage magician she had first seen. Top hat, cape, 
mustachemustache? Howd you do that? Kim demanded.
The mustache? Mairelon said. Spirit gum and horsehair. It isnt crooked, is 
it?
Not as I can see, Kim replied.
Good! I was wondering; its a bit tricky to do without a mirror. Still, it only 
has to last until we get back to the wagon.
What about them things you was wearing? Hunch demanded. You adnt ought to 
be leaving them ere.
No, I suppose not, Mairelon said, nudging the little pile of dirty, 
beer-scented clothing he had been wearing. He glanced at Hunchs face and turned 
to Kim. Can you get rid of them?
I could pitch them in the river, Kim offered, eyeing the clothes almost as 
dubiously as Hunch.
No, no, sell them somewhere or give them away. Preferably not in this market.
Huh You dont expect much, Kim muttered, but she picked up the clothes and 
wadded them into a compact bundle. The boots were in fairly good shape; she 
might actually be able to turn a few shillings on them
Well see you at the wagon in an hour or so, then, Mairelon said. He smiled as 
he followed Hunch out the back of the alley.
Four
Kim whistled softly through her teeth as she finished making up the bundle. The 
secondhand clothes dealers on Petticoat Lane ought to fit Mairelons 
requirements. Tom Correy would be the best; he was sure to take the clothes in 
order to get the boots. Hed think Kim had stolen them, so he wouldnt pay much, 
but he wouldnt ask questions, either. It evened out. She swung the bundle to 
her back and hesitated. Mairelon had sounded casual enough, but hed nonetheless 
been taking fairly extreme precautions against being seen. Maybe she should do 
the same. She slipped easily through the crack at the back of the alley and 
worked her way among the courtyards to the street.
She was turning to head for Petticoat Lane when she remembered the money shed 
collected in the Dog and Bull. Tom was a good fellow, but some of his customers 
werent. She didnt want to lose her five pounds before shed even gotten used 
to the idea of having them.
Changing direction, she circled the market until she came to the hidey-hole 
where she spent most of her nights. It was little more than a few rotting boards 
leaning against a tenement, but it provided privacy and a minimum of shelter. 
Kim wormed her way inside, then set about redistributing her newfound wealth. 
She buried a few shillings in the corner of the hidey-hole and slipped a few 
more into her shoes.
After some consideration, she tore a strip of cloth from the bottom of the shirt 
Mairelon had been wearing and bound the rest of the coins tightly around her 
bare waist. She pulled her own shirt down over the resulting lumpy wrap and 
belted her breeches She studied the effect, then smiled and patted her belt with 
a sense of satisfaction. In the dark, and with her jacket over the top of 
everything, even old Mother Tibb would have been hard put to notice anything 
unusual.
She rebundled the clothes and set off. Near Holborn Hill she swung herself onto 
the rear end of a farmers wagon that was heading in the right direction. She 
hunched down behind the hay, clinging to the backboard and hoping she would not 
be noticed. Her luck held; not only did the wagon continue east, but the driver 
did not see her until she jumped off. She darted into the gloom, pursued by his 
angry cries. Hed settle down once he realized that all shed stolen was a ride.
Petticoat Lane was only a few minutes walk. Toms shop was closed, but Kim had 
expected as much. She slid around to the rear of the building and rapped at the 
weathered oak door. She had to repeat her knock before a stocky, grizzled man 
opened the door and peered out at her. Oos that?
Kim. I got somethin for Tom.
Ah. Inside, then. The man stepped back and Kim lifted her bundle and followed 
him in.
The back room of Toms secondhand shop was a mess, as usual. Clothes were piled 
carelessly in every comer and stacked on top of the single chair. Kim saw 
everything from a laborers homespun smock to a tattered but undeniably silk 
cravat.
Four men were seated on crates around the rickety table in the center of the 
roomThe tin cups and the reek of gin made it clear what they had been doing 
before Kims arrival.
Just at the moment they were staring at her. Two of them were as unknown to Kim 
as the doorkeeper. The third was Toms brother-in-law Jack Stower, a dirty dish 
if Kim had ever seen one. Hed never had much use for her, either.
The last person at the table was a grey-haired man with squinty eyes, wearing a 
dark grey coat and a linen cravat. Kim stiffened. Dan Laverham! she blurted. 
What was that flash cull doing in Toms back room? For all he carried himself 
like Quality, he could call up half the canting crew from Covent Garden to the 
Tower of London if he had a need for them.
Kim, dear boy, how good to see you, the grey-haired man replied. His eyes 
raked her apparel, and she was suddenly very, very glad she had hidden her money 
so carefully before setting out. Dan would think nothing of ordering his men to 
strip her of her hard-won gains, if he knew of them.
Been a long time, Kim offered, keeping her tone noncommittal. Dan was a bad 
one to offend. He was smart and smooth, and hed hold on to a grudge until the 
moon turned blue. She suspected that he was the one whod turned stag and 
peached on Mother Tibb to the constables, though he was too clever to have acted 
openly.
That it has, Dan said, leaning back on his crate as though he sat in a tall, 
straight-backed chair. And to what do I owe the good fortune of your arrival?
Says es got sommat for Tom, the doorkeeper said.
Then, my dear, go and fetch him, Dan replied. The doorkeeper grunted and 
clumped up the stairs. Dan looked at Kim. Do join us, he said, and waved at 
the table
Kim shook her head. I aint got time, she lied.
Jack Stower shifted so that his crate creaked alarmingly. Think youre too good 
to have a drop of Blue Ruin with your friends, eh? he mumbled.
It was on the tip of Kims tongue to retort that he, at least, was no friend of 
hers, but caution restrained her. Gin made Jacks uncertain temper positively 
explosive, and she doubted that the other men would intervene if Jack started 
something. She tried to make her voice placating as she said, It aint that I 
got to meet a man down by the docks in lessn an hour, and I aint going to 
finish with Tom in time as it is.
Jack started to reply angrily, but Dan put a hand on his arm and he subsided at 
once. An appointment on the docks? Dan said. Thats a bit out of your usual 
way, isnt it?
Kim shrugged, wishing the doorkeeper would come back with Tom. I go where the 
pay is.
Not always, my dear, or you would have accepted my generous offer, Dan said, 
watching her with bright, penetrating eyes.
I like bein on my own, Kim said shortly And she strongly disliked the idea of 
railing into Dans clutches. Hed have her forking purses off the market crowds 
during the day without regard for her scruples, and once he discovered her sex 
shed spend her nights in the stews. Kim had no illusions about that sort of 
life. Let alone she had no taste for it, shed be lucky not to end swinging from 
the nubbing cheat as Mother Tibb had.
Well, let it pass, Dan said, waving a handBut tell me, what has lured you to 
Tom Correys establishment tonight?
Bilking old Tom out of a tog and kicks, Id say, Jack muttered.
Quietly, my dear. Dans voice was velvet-smoothJack shot him a glance of 
mingled fear and resentment, but he did not speak again. Dan gave Kim a look of 
polite inquiry.
I got business with Tom, Kim told him.
Really. Dans eyes shifted to the bundled clothes dangling from Kims right 
hand, then back to her faceNot back on the sharping lay by any chance, are 
you, dear boy?
No, nor I aint goin to be, neither.
I can give you a better price than Tom, if youve any trinkets to dispose of, 
the man persisted
Kim suppressed a scowl. Dan had been trying to get a handle on her for a long 
time He was obviously hoping that greed would get the better of her senseShe 
shook her head. I aint got nothin in your line, Dan.
Pity. Youre quite sure
The creaking of the stairs interrupted as Tom Correy came down them, followed 
closely by the doorkeeper Tom scowled at the gin drinkers, but his face lit up 
when he saw Kim. Kim, lad! Whereve you been keeping yourself?
Around, Kim said with deliberate vagueness. She didnt grudge Tom the 
knowledge, but there were too many interested and not entirely friendly ears 
present to overhear.
You come for another coat?
Whatd I say? Jack muttered.
Quiet, you, Tom said without looking. Its my shop and Ill run it my way, 
see? And the boy looks like he could do with a jacket.
I aint after one, Kim said hastily
jack snorted and gulped at his cup Tom looked at her. What, then?
I got some stuff for you to look at. Here.  Kim crouched and undid the bundle.
Whered you come by this? Tom said, studying the untidy pile with disfavor.
Cot it off a bingo-boy up by Spitalfields, Kim said glibly. Whatll you give 
me for em
Tom knelt and examined the clothes more closely. They aint much.
Thosere good boots, Kim pointed out quickly. Some people would give three 
shillings just for the boots.
Three shillings? You must think Im as lushy as that lot, Tom said, waving 
towards the table. Ill give you a bender for the whole pile.
Sixpence aint enough, Kim said stubbornly Two shillings ninepence.
Dan and his cohorts soon lost interest in the bargaining and began a muttered 
conversation of their own, punctuated by frequent passage of the gin bottle. Kim 
watched them warily from the corner of her eye while she dickered. Jack was 
thoroughly castaway, and one or two of the others looked at least a little 
lushy. Dan, however, was being careful not to get the malt above water; though 
he passed the bottle and refilled cups with a comradely air, he himself drank 
little. And several times, Kim saw him watching her.
By the time she had finished her bargaining and collected one-and-sixpence from 
Tom, Kim was worried. She bade Tom a cordial goodbye and the drinkers a polite 
one, then stepped out into the cool, damp night. As the door closed behind her, 
she took a deep breath to clear the gin fumes from her head The fog had 
thickened; the streetlamp by the shopfront was a dim smear of yellow light, 
blurred by the veil of moisture in the air.
Whistling softly, Kim started down Petticoat Lane. Half a block from Toms, she 
cut sharply to the left She hunted along the backs of the shops until she found 
one with a drainpipe she could climb, then shinnied up it. She crept to the 
front of the building and lay flat, peering down at the street.
A moment later a man came skulking down the street from the direction of Toms 
shop. She couldnt make out his face in the foggy darkness, but his silhouette 
was stocky and he moved like the man who had been keeping the door for Dan and 
his friends. He hurried by, heading toward the docks.
Kim stayed where she was for a while, considering. Dan had sent the doorkeeper 
after her, but why? She could think of no answer. Finally she slid down the 
drainpipe and started back toward the city. Her mood was thoughtful, and she 
made sure she took a circuitous route. Whatever the reason for Dans renewed 
interest in her, she was sure she wouldnt like it when she found out what it 
was. She was glad shed accepted Mairelons offer. With any luck at all, shed 
be out of London long before Dan could find her.
Five
It was near midnight when Kim arrived back at Mairelons wagon and rapped softly 
at the door. To her surprise, it swung open instantly. Mairelon stood just 
inside, dressed in evening clothes fine enough for gentry. His right eye seemed 
puffy, but showed no signs of discoloration. Kim looked more closely and saw 
streaks of stage makeup, all but invisible in the dim light. Its me, she said 
to cover her sudden, irrational feeling of guilt.
Ah, Kim, Mairelon said with no perceptible change in his worried expression. 
Im glad youre back.
Not sos youd notice, Kim muttered as she entered the wagon. I got rid of 
them flash togs, right enough.
Good, Mairelon said absently, still frowning at the door.
Kim looked around for some hint as to the cause of Mairelons abstraction. She 
saw no sign of the droopy assistant, and on impulse asked, Wheres Hunch?
Mairelon picked up a top hat from the grey tile that topped the row of cabinets 
by the door. I was just going to find that out.
You mean hes run missing?
I sent him on an ... errandHe should have been back an hour ago.
Kim sighed. Its your layWhere do we start lookin?
We dont start anywhere. Youre going to stay here and keep an eye on things, 
in case he gets back before I do.
I aint fond of sittin and waitin, Kim objected. And if youre that 
nattered about it, maybe you ought to take along some help.
Im afraid youd be rather out of place where Im Mairelon broke off in 
mid-sentence, and his head turned toward the door. A moment later it swung open 
and Hunch climbed into the wagon. He looked at Mairelon, and a disapproving 
frown settled over his face. Mairelon grinned like a schoolboy caught in a prank 
and tossed his top hat back onto the shelf.
Hunch snortedYou aint queering me none, Master Richard. You was a-going to go 
looking for me.
It seemed like a good idea.
You adnt ought to of done it, Hunch said severely.
Yes, well, I didnt. What took so long?
Hunch looked at Mairelon sharply, but allowed himself to be drawn away from his 
scolding. Couple of sharpers tried to follow me, and I ad to lose em afore I 
come back.
What? Mairelon looked up in the act of seating himself on top of the chest 
that had caused Kim so much trouble.
How many?
Two as I noticed.
Anyone we know?
Hunch shook his head. I adnt seen neither of em afore.
Mmm-hm. I suppose they could have been some of Shorehams.
Thats as may be, Hunch said. He sounded both skeptical and disapproving. 
Mairelon looked up. Hunch gave a warning jerk of his head in Kims direction.
What? Oh, yes, of course, Mairelon said. Did you get what you went for?
Aye.
Well, lets have it, man
Hunch shot another look in Kims direction, then reached stiffly into one of his 
pockets He pulled out a folded paper sealed with a great blob of crimson wax and 
handed it to Mairelon
Mairelon held it up to the light, edgewise. The seal hasnt been tamperedoh. 
Lord.
What is if Hunch said anxiously
Shorehams done it again, Mairelon replied in annoyance He turned slightly, so 
that his back was to Kim, and muttered something under his breath.
There was a bright flash of blue-white light that left Kims eyes momentarily 
dazzled. When her sight cleared, Mairelon was squinting at a fine dust of ashes 
that drifted from the folded paper. I do wish hed stop using that Egyptian 
LightLock, he complained. I never manage to get my eyes shut in time
Hunch grunted Kim realized that he had turned his head away before Mairelon 
broke the seal, and so escaped the temporary blindness. She glared first at him 
and then at Mairelon One of them might have warned her what to expect.
Mairelon shook the letter open and began to read. A moment later he straightened 
with an exclamation. Tomorrow!
Whats that? Hunch said
Shoreham wants us to meet him tomorrow evening. Mairelon looked up. How long 
was this waiting? he demanded, waving the note.
Since yesterday. Wheres e looking to be? Same place as last time?
Yes.  Mairelon shook his head. Hes in a rush again. Blast the man!
Hunch considered. Well ave to leave early, he said at Last.
I know, Mairelon said irritably.
What about er? Hunch said, jerking his head in Kims direction.
What? Mairelon looked up from rereading the note. Oh. You wouldnt mind 
leaving London a little earlier than wed planned, would you? he asked Kim.
No, Kim said, remembering Dan Laverham and his unpleasant crew. She thought of 
mentioning them to Mairelon, but caution made her hold her tongue. If he knew 
about Dan, he might change his mind about letting Kim accompany him.
Thats settled, then, Mairelon said. He folded the note and tucked it in an 
inner pocket, then picked up his top hat. Ill be back in an hour or so. 
You aint never just leaving without telling me where youre off to! Hunch 
sounded outraged.
Mairelon looked back over his shoulder and smiled angelically at Hunch. 
Exactly, he said, and the door closed behind him.
Hunch glared at the door After a moment, he transferred the glare to Kim. And 
whats e want me to do with you? he muttered
Ill just go doss under the wagon, Kim offered, sidling toward the door. She 
wanted to think about what shed overheard, and she wanted to get away from 
Hunch. She also wanted to retrieve the shillings shed left in her hidey-hole; 
she might need them once she left London
No, you aint, Hunch said, leaning against the door. E may be witling to let 
you go jauntering about, but I aint aving you blabbing things all over 
London.
What things? Kim asked scornfully. You aint told me nothin, neither one of 
you.
Hah. Hunch squinted at her, and his mustache seemed to droop even more. You 
eard enough to make trouble. And dont gammon me you dont know it, neither. 
Maybe. Kim studied Hunch. She was rapidly acquiring a good deal of respect for 
him, despite his appearance, he was no fool. But I aint no troublemaker.
Ow do I know that?
Youve had time enough to ask questions about me all round Hungerford, Kim 
said shrewdly. And if you aint done it, I dont know a sharp from a Robin 
Redbreast.
Hunch did not reply. He also did not move away from the Door.
Kim heaved an exaggerated sigh. Well, I aint goin to stand here arguin with 
you all night, she said. And I aint leavin London half asleep, neither. If 
you aint letting me out, Ill doss here.
She sat down on the chest with more confidence than she felt, remembering her 
previous experience. No explosions or purple sparks followed, so she swung her 
feet up and stretched out on top of it. It wasnt as comfortable as it might 
have been, but it wasnt cold and there werent any rats looking to share it 
with her. Itd do.
She grinned at Hunchs fulminating expression and closed her eyes Hed think she 
was shamming it, and hed watch her closely to see that she had no chance to 
slip away. So she wouldnt sham. There was no point in wasting however much time 
Mairelon planned to take, and no reason not to take full advantage of a warm, 
dry, safe place to rest. She grinned again at the thought of Hunchs probable 
reaction, and let herself drop into sleep.
The wagon door opened, and Kim came awake all at once. She gave an instants 
consideration to the possibility of pretending she was still asleep, in hopes of 
hearing something of interest, then rejected the idea. Shed do better to let 
them know she was awake, as a sort of expression of good faith. It wouldnt calm 
Hunchs suspicions, but at least it wouldnt raise any more of them. She opened 
her eyes and sat up.
Mairelon had just entered the wagon He carried a large parcel under one arm and 
there was a worried crease across his forehead, aside from that, he looked like 
one of the grand swells Kim had occasionally seen going into the Drury Lane 
theater. He glanced from Hunchs dour face to hers. Kim grinned and stretched.
The worried crease vanished and the corners of Mairelons eyes crinkled in 
amusement. Wise of you to have gotten some sleep, Kim.
I thought so, Kim said smugly.
Hunch snorted and rose stiffly to his feet He had been sitting beside the door, 
Kim saw, presumably to block any attempt she might make to leave. Youre late, 
he said to Mairelon.
Not as late as I might have been. The remaining traces of amusement 
disappeared from Mairelons expression. Are you ready to leave?
Now? Kim said, startled. She glanced involuntarily at the tiny window in the 
top of the wagons door. There was no sign of an approaching dawn.
Now.
Hunch looked at Mairelon suspiciously. Theres three hours yet afore morning, 
he pointed out.
Yes. And we should be at least two hours gone by then, Mairelon replied.
Hunch and Kim were both staring at him. What ave you gone and done now? Hunch 
demanded at last.
Mairelons lips set in a grim line. Carefully, he put his parcel down on top of 
the cupboards. After a moment, he looked up. I havent gone and done 
anything, he said. Unfortunately, Andrew isnt likely to believe that.
You never went off to Grosvenor Square! Hunch gasped.
Give me credit for some sense, Mairelon replied. No, I met my esteemed 
brother outside Rene DAubers.
Kims eyes widened. Everyone in London, from the Prince of Wales to the poorest 
mud-lark, knew of Mademoiselle Rene DAuber. She was the only child of a French 
wizard who had fled his country during the Terror and an English Countess who 
had been generally considered to have married beneath her. Mademoiselle DAuber 
had kept a foot in both worlds. She was welcomed by all but the most 
stiff-necked members of the haut set. She kept a select salon attended by 
magicians, bluestockings, and intelligentsia, and she was rumored to be a dab 
hand at spell casting herself. There were also whispers that she was personally 
familiar with some of the less savory elements of London society. The upper 
classes considered her wild and not altogether respectable, the lower shook 
their heads in fascinated wonder at the strange ways of foreigners and gentry, 
and pronounced her too clever by half.
You adnt ought to ave gone there, Hunch told Mairelon almost fiercely.
Where else was I supposed to get willow root, black alder, vervain, and rue at 
this hour? Mairelon retorted irritably.
You aint a-going to ave a chance to use them erbs much if word gets out 
youre in London.
Rene wouldnt give me away. And how was I supposed to know Andrew would be 
there? He never used to like Rene. He shouldnt even be in town yet; the Season 
doesnt start for at least a month! Mairelon ran a hand through his hair in a 
distracted manner.
Hunch opened his mouth, then closed it again. Kim thought he looked more worried 
and upset than angry, and she filed that away in her mind for later 
consideration. At last Hunch said, Ill be getting the orses, then.
Kim glanced at Mairelons face, then looked away. Ill help, she said quickly 
as Hunch rose
To her surprise, Hunch did not object. He simply looked at her and nodded. Kim 
blinked and followed him out of the wagon. They started toward the end of the 
market where horses could be stabled for a fee. As soon as they were well out of 
earshot of the wagon, Kim looked up and demanded, What was that about?
It aint your affair, Hunch growled repressively
Kim was ready to argue, but Hunchs forbidding expression made it clear that she 
would get no further information from him. She resolved to question Mairelon 
himself as soon as she could find a good opportunity. She looked up. Hunch was 
chewing on his mustache again. Kim snorted quietly and turned her attention to 
considering what little she had learned.
Mairelon the Magician knew more than stage magic, that was plain enough. And 
shed bet every farthing she was carrying that he was the Merrill that the 
skinny toff at the Dog and Bull was so anxious to find. Odds-on, Mairelon was 
gentry, too, or at least very well breeched. Ordinary market performers didnt 
have brothers who owned houses in Grosvenor Square.
Then there was the matter of the men who had tried to follow Hunch. He and 
Mairelon seemed to consider it more of a nuisance than a threat, which implied 
that they were used to dealing with such things. And Mairelon knew Rene DAuber 
well enough to expect a welcome at her home.
The whole thing had a havey-cavey look about it. Frowning, Kim considered piking 
off with her five pounds and leaving Hunch to explain her absence to Mairelon. 
The trouble was, she didnt want to go. She liked Mairelon. Furthermore, she 
trusted him. Whatever it was that he was involved in, she was certain he hadnt 
lied when hed told her it wasnt illegal.
It might be dangerous, though. Kims frown deepened. She didnt know anything 
about magic, but shed been involved in smoky dealings before. Mairelon might be 
able to use her help. She blinked, surprised by the strength of her desire to go 
along with the magician, then pressed her lips together, determined to be 
objective. She shouldnt be staying with a couple of culls on a queer lay 
without a good reason. Shed had more than her share of close calls already. Her 
luck wouldnt last forever.
For a moment, she wavered; then she remembered Dan Laverham. With a feeling of 
relief, Kim stopped trying to convince herself that she ought to abandon 
Mairelon. She had to get away from Dan Laverham, and that meant getting out of 
London. That was a good enough reason for anything! Besides, if she sherried off 
now, shed never find out what was really going on. Kim grinned to herself and 
hurried to catch up with Hunch.
Six
They were on their way out of London within the hour. Hunch drove from a tiny 
ledge on the front of the wagon, while Kim rode inside with Mairelon. She would 
rather have been outside with Hunch, despite his suspicions, for she disliked 
the closed-in feeling of the darkened wagon. Mairelons assurance that it was 
only until they were out of London, and her own thoughts of Dan Laverham, were 
all that stifled her objections. Kim was not anxious to be seen by anyone who 
might take word back to that slimy character, small though the chance might be. 
The jolting of the wagon made her queasy at first, but the feeling passed 
quickly. Mairelon watched her closely. All right now? he said after a time.
Right enough. Kim peered at him. You couldnt do somethin to make a bit of 
light in here, could you?
Mairelon laughed. Im afraid youll have to get used to the dark. No wagoneer 
would keep a lamp lit while the wagons moving, not even on the best road in 
England. The wagon jounced across a rut and Mairelon grimaced. Which this 
manifestly is not.
Kim hadnt been thinking of a lamp, but she let it pass. Mairelons point was 
clear enough a lighted wagon would attract attention. She stared at the window 
with some disquiet She had no idea where they were going, she realized, or even 
which direction. Well, they hadnt crossed the river, so they werent headed 
south, but that still left a lot of possibilities. Suddenly she grinned. If she 
didnt know where she was going, Laverham certainly wouldnt!
Not going to sleep, I take it? Mairelon said.
The wagon hit a bump that nearly threw Kim off the chest. Aint nobody could 
sleep through that, she said scornfully when she was secure once more.
Sorry, Mairelon said. This wagon wasnt built to be ridden in.
I never would of guessed, Kim said sarcastically.
Mairelon laughed again. I suppose that it is a bit obvious. If you arent going 
to sleep, why dont we start on your lessons?
Lessons? You mean, reading and magic?
Eventually, yes. But you cant read if you cant see, and the same thing 
applies to the kind of magic Ill be teaching you. Well start on those later, 
after it gets light.
Kim frowned. How much you plannin on teachin me?
If youre going to be of any real help with the show, there are a number of 
things youll need to know besides stage magic, Mairelon said dryly.
What things?
The way you talk, for one. Mairelon looked at her and hurried on before she 
could reply. You see, people expect a performer to sound like a Duchess. You 
dont, of course, but I think that with a little training you could.
Hunch dont talk like a gentry cove, Kim pointed out, nettled.
He doesnt assist me on stage, either.
Huh. Kim considered She hadnt known any truly successful actresses, but shed 
seen enough of the shows in Covent Gardens to know that what Mairelon said was 
true. On stage, at least, the better actresses aped the accents of nobility. The 
prospect of learning to do the same was not unappealing. All right, then. 
Whats first?
Mairelon let out his breath as though he had been afraid she would think the 
suggestion insulting. First, you stop using quite so much thieves cant, he 
said briskly. Youll have to practice al the time, until it seems natural.
Practice talkin? Just to sound flash? I Kim stopped. Oh. Thats what you 
meant, aint it?
Its exactly what I meant, Mairelon said, and waited.
Mmmm. This was going to be harder than shed thought. What else?
She could hear the smile in Mairelons voice as he went on with his instruction. 
There seemed to be an endless number of different things for Kim to remember to 
say, or not to say, or to say instead of something else. Mairelon was both 
patient and creative. He explained each of his directions carefully. He made up 
sample conversations and recited them in different styles, so that Kim could 
hear the difference between the speech of a London costermonger and that of a 
Sussex yeoman, a middle-class tradesman, or a north country Viscount. Then he 
had Kim imitate each of his voices, correcting her gently whenever she slipped.
It was an amusing way of passing the time, Kim didnt even notice when the 
interior of the wagon began to grow lighter. She was almost disappointed when, 
shortly after dawn, Hunch pulled into the yard of a coaching inn, temporarily 
ending the lesson.
While Hunch watered the horses, Mairelon produced the package he had brought 
back to the wagon the previous night. To Kims surprise, it contained a boys 
jacket, shirt, and breeches. They were nearly new, and much finer than the best 
clothing Kim had ever worn. Thats for me? she said in disbelief.
Of course, Mairelon replied. It wouldnt fit me, or Hunch, either. Id 
intended to get you a dress as well, but there wasnt time. Well have to attend 
to that later.
Kim was reduced to near speechlessness. Mairelon waved away her attempts at 
thanking him and shooed her out into the inns yard. There he insisted that Kim 
wash as much of herself as could be decently managed under the inns pump. Hunch 
fussed with the horses and muttered into his mustache throughout the entire 
proceeding. Only then would Mairelon allow Kim to try on her new clothes.
Back inside the wagon, Kim shinned out of her own tattered clothing immediately 
and pulled on the garments Mairelon had brought her. The breeches were a little 
tight and the jacket was a little loose, but the clothes remained the best she 
had ever worn. She shrugged her shoulders, testing the movement of the jacket, 
then grinned and threw open the wagon door.
Mairelon was nowhere in sight, but Hunch was standing beside the steps. Ere, 
he said, and handed her a chunk of fresh bread and a slice of cheese. We aint 
stopping long, he added in response to her look of surprise. Eat while you 
can.
This was entirely in accord with Kims philosophy, and she bit into the bread 
with great satisfaction. Wheres Mairelon? she asked as she munched. She was 
disappointed that he had not stayed to see how she looked.
There. Hunch jerked his head toward the stable, but did 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 dont 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 wasnt meant for riding in, remember? Unless were in a 
hurry, we walk. Its 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 wouldnt have to wear the rags shed had on earlier, but she was 
rapidly becoming uncomfortable with the number of things Mairelon was giving 
her. She didnt like owing him so much; it gave him a claim on her, and she 
still didnt know what he expected in return. Well, she hadnt asked him for any 
of it. It was his own lookout if she schemed 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 laborers smock. Kim had to suppress a 
laugh; in the patched, brown homespun he bore a strong resemblance to a 
not-very-reputable tinkers 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 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 like 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 Mairelons tricks owed more to his deft 
fingers than to real magic. But she hadnt expected him to teach her any real 
magic, she told herself sternly. And the things he showed her were certainly 
fascinating. She swallowed her regrets and concentrated on making a hair-crown 
appear to vanish from one hand and reappear in the other.
Her language lessons continued as well. Mairelon had a way of looking at her and 
raising his eyebrows whenever she used a cant phrase or misplaced a word. It was 
far more effective 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 confines of the London streets. Near noon 
they stopped to let the horses rest and graze on the verge. Kim helped Hunch 
unharness them, then Mairelon called her over to begin her first lesson in 
reading. She spent most of the two-hour stop scowling ferociously at the little 
brown book of letters Mairelon had produced. She emerged with a profound respect 
for anyone 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 didnt 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 aintyou arent going to get nowhereanywhere?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 such?
Mairelon nodded apologetically. Ive heard that theyre 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 wires always easy to come by.
Mairelon nodded. Kim spent much of the afternoon demonstrating 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 
experience 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, Mairelon said. I think Ive had enough for one day.
Kim rather agreed with himShe was tired and very dusty from the long trek in 
the wagons 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 muttering through 
the grass and weeds along the road. He returned with several lanky plants, which 
he threw into the pot along with a little meat and some vegetables from the 
wagon. Kim was not sure whether it was Hunchs seasoning or the long walk, but 
the stew was the best she had ever tasted. There was plenty of it, too; Kim 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. Kim quickly grew frustrated with her inability to 
hear what they were saying, and Hunchs 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 hadnt been able 
to investigate that area before, because Mairelon had been performing just 
outside, and she was curious about how the folding stage worked.
The curtain was heavier than its faded, threadbare appearance had led her to 
expect. She examined it more closely and found a series of lead weights sewn 
into the hem. Her surprise lasted only a moment. Mairelon wouldnt want a stray 
breeze to reveal the luxurious interior of his wagon while he was performing. 
Kim frowned, wondering why he hadnt put a folding panel behind the curtain for 
added security. Shed 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.
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, providing 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 hadnt nicked anything 
for nearly two years, not since shed 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 wagons door open.
and you can take a look at it, Mairelons voice said.
Well, thats good news, an unfamiliar voice replied. Whats 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 Id left her in the 
streets of London.
Um. Still trying to make up for Jamie? No, no, I shouldnt have mentioned it. 
But youre 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; lets have it.
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, isnt 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? Mairelon 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 talking too freely, 
Mairelons companion said reluctantly. It may be deliberate.
I see And theres still the little matter of finding out which one of our 
colleagues at the Royal College planned the theft in the first place, isnt 
there?
Youve no proof that anyone
Dont be a fool, Shoreham! 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 I ran into you that night, or youd be as sure Im guilty as 
the rest of them.
All right, all right. But I still wish youd 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 responsible, 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.
Kim swallowed an exclamation and pressed herself against 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 
emphatically did not want to get mixed up in, particularly if there were Earls 
involved, too. The gentry were even more trouble than toffs.
Mairelons laugh had little humor to it. Nothing stops gossip, 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 didnt come 
all this way just to look at the Saltash Bowl and warn me that someone in the 
Ministry is too free with information.
Youre still determined to go through with this?
Would I be here, like this, if I werent?
Oh, very well, then. Weve finally traced the platter.
And? Mairelons tone was eager.
Its in the hands of one of those new druid cults.
Druid cults?
Theres been a sort of half-baked revival going on for the past year or two 
Its all very fashionablemistletoe and white robes under the new moon, with 
little golden sickles for everyone. Lord Shoreham snorted. Quackery, all of 
it; no science at all. Its 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. 
Theyre located in Essex, near Suffolk, at a place called Ranton Hill.
Im familiar with the area Edward, if Im going to Essex, why in Heavens name 
have you dragged me a days trip in the opposite direction? Mairelon demanded.
To try and keep unwelcome attention centered in this area. The platters been 
there for at least two years, theres no reason to hurry.
Mmmm. Itll take me at least two days to get there now
Three, Lord Shoreham said blandly. Id 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 Shorehams 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 Choiniet, and 
Jonathan Aberford. Ive 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. Ill leave in the morning.
Lord Shoreham cleared his throat. Ah, there is one other thing How well do you 
know the Viscount Granleigh?
I dont believe weve 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 didnt you just ask? Mairelons tone was infuriating in its 
innocence.
Richard! The Runners are still looking for you in connection with the original 
robbery, you know.
Its half the reason I left England. I take it Granleigh and St. Clair are 
likely to be in Essex?
Possibly. Charles Bramingham is married to St Clairs sister, and his son is St 
Clairs heir. His wife is a bosom bow of Amelia Granleigh, the Viscountess, and 
is addicted to house parties. Its not beyond the bounds of probability that 
youll run into them.
I know. Ive stayed at Bramingham Place a time or two. Dont go ruffling your 
feathers about it, it was years ago, and theyre not likely to remember me. What 
is their connection with the Ministry?
There was a moments silence, then Lord Shoreham said ruefully, Richard, you 
are uncanny. How did you know?
There must be at least a hundred people in London who might have recognized me, 
including my dear brother Andrew You didnt ask me about any of them.
Andrews in London? You didnt see him, did you?
As a matter of fact, I did. Briefly, it neednt concern you.
Nothing in this affair
Youre avoiding the subject, Edward. Whats so special about Bramingham and the 
Granleighs?
Lord Shoreham sighed again. Stephen Granleigh is involved with the Ministry in 
a number of ways. Of necessity, hes familiar with the history of the Saltash 
Bowl. Has decided opinions on the subject, too.
I see And St. Clair?
Was elected to the College in your place.
He must have been delighted. Mairelons voice was utterly devoid of 
expression. I must remember to congratulate him if I see him.
Richard! Dont take foolish risks.
Foolish? Never.
I ought to take the bowl, after all, and let someone else recover the platter.
You can have it if you like, but it wont keep me out of Essex.
I was afraid of that. Richard, if the Runners catch you with the Saltash Bowl
The Runners have criminals enough to deal with in London. What would one of 
them be doing in Essex?
Quite possibly looking for you, Lord Shoreham replied dryly. I told you 
someones been talking too much.
Ill take the chance.
Very well. I hope your luck holds, Richard. And dont hesitate to call on me if 
something happens.
You may be sure of it.
The wagon door opened, and Lord Shorehams footsteps sounded on the steps. Kim 
heard Mairelon moving about the wagon, then a soft thump as the lid of the chest 
closed. She held her breath, waiting for him to leave and wondering how she was 
going to sneak out unseen. But Mairelon did not leave. Kim was just beginning to 
wonder whether she would have to stay where she was all night when Mairelon 
spoke.
I think you had better come out now, Kim, and explain why youve been 
eavesdropping on my conversation.
Seven
Kim swallowed hard and pushed the curtain aside. Mairelon was standing in the 
center of the wagon, watching her. His face was expressionless. Kim swallowed 
again and said nothing. You do have some explanation, I trust? Mairelon said. 
I was justit was an accident, Kim said lamely. I see. You just happened to 
hide behind the curtain at exactly the time Lord Shoreham was planning to 
arrive, Mairelon said with a cool politeness that was worse than sarcasm and 
far worse than open anger.
Yes! Kim said hotly. You and Hunch didnt have no use for me outside, so I 
came in here to look at that stage you got in back. Which you got to get back of 
the curtain to do.
The timing was remarkably convenient.
You never said when that Shoreham cove was comin, Kim said angrily. So how 
would I of known when to hide? You aint told me nothin, neither one of you.
Why didnt you come out?
With the two of you talkin about me? And after that, Kim squirmed. It 
wouldnt of looked right.
Wouldnt have, Mairelon said, sounding as if his mind were on something else. 
No, I suppose not.
How did you know I was there? Kim ventured. She had been half afraid Mairelon 
would throw her out at once, but it seemed she had been wrong. He wouldnt be 
correcting the way she spoke if hed made up his mind to get rid of her.
The end of the curtain was hanging oddly, I noticed it when I was showing 
Shoreham the bowl. Then I remembered seeing you come around this way and that 
you hadnt come back. Simple, really.
So why didnt you say something right then?
Mairelon looked uncomfortable. I had my reasons.
You didnt want the gentry cove to know I was there! Kim said triumphantly.
Shoreham has a nasty temper at times. Besides, I prefer to deal with you 
myself.
So what are you going to do?
I dont know. Mairelon studied her. Kim stared back, trying to gauge his 
temper. He looked tired, and Kim was suddenly sorry she had added to his 
worries, however inadvertently. She pushed the thought aside; she had worries of 
her own.
I suppose I shall have to bring you along, Mairelon said at last.
To Ranton Hill?
That far at least. Afterwardwell, well see how things go.
What if I aint wishful to go? Mairelons eyes narrowed. I beg your pardon? 
I said, what if I aint wishful to go with you? Kim repeated. She chose her 
next words carefully, aware that she might be jeopardizing whatever fragile 
trust in her Mairelon still retained. You told me you werent doing nothin the 
 nabbing cullsd be lookin out for. But it didnt sound that way when you were 
talkin to the gentry cove.
No, I suppose it didnt, Mairelon said, and some of the tension went out of 
his shoulders. He looked at Kim and shook his head. I wish I knew whether you 
He stopped short and snapped his fingers. Of course!
Kim stared in surprise as Mairelon turned and pulled open the wagon door. 
Hunch! Do you have any rosemary in that cache of herbs you cart around all the 
time?
Hunchs response was muffled, but a moment later Kim heard Mairelon say, Thank 
you. Kim will be with me; dont disturb us for an hour or so. Im going to need 
to concentrate.
Master Richard! Hunchs tone was horrified. You aint going to You wouldnt 
never
There are days, Hunch, when you remind me forcibly of my excessively estimable 
brother, Mairelon said in a tone of mild irritation. Is it her virtue or mine 
that youre worrying about?
You aint a-going to gammon me, Hunch said severely. What are you up to?
Im going to take that suggestion you made just before Shoreham arrived, if you 
must know. I trust you dont expect me to do so outside the wagon, in full view 
of the road?
Hunch snorted but did not answer A moment later, Mairelon pulled his head and 
shoulders back into the wagon and closed the door His right hand held a small 
packet, presumably the herbs he had gotten from Hunch. Kim eyed him warily. 
Whatre you goin to do?
Reassure myself, Mairelon said absently. He set the packet down on the 
counter, then crossed to the chest and opened it. He muttered a word and made a 
quick gesture with his left hand, hidden from Kim by his body. Then he withdrew 
the velvet-swathed bundle that had been Kims downfall. He set it carefully on 
the counter and gently folded back the velvet.
Kims eyes went wide as she stared at the heavy silver bowl nested in the 
ripples of black velvet. It was shallow and circular, like the soup bowls the 
gentry used, but more than twice as large. The rim was at least two inches wide 
and carved into intricate leaves, flowers, and vines. It shone softly in the 
lamplight.
Kim looked at Mairelon. Is that the silver bowl you and the gentry cove were on 
about?
The Saltash Bowl? Yes. The magician opened a cupboard and removed several 
small jars. He measured carefully as he added portions of their contents to the 
bowl, then mixed them with a long wooden rod. Kim noticed that he was careful 
not to touch any part of the silver with his hands as he worked.
She started to ask another question, but thought better of interrupting him. She 
waited until he finished the mixing and laid aside the wooden rod. As he reached 
for Hunchs packet, she said, You aint explained nothin about what youre 
doin.
Mairelon paused in mid-reach and looked at her. No, I havent, have I? He 
hesitated, studying her, then sighed. I suppose you have a right to know what 
to expect. Very well, then. One of the uses of the Saltash Bowl is to compel 
people to speak truthfully.
And youre goin to use it on me? Kim asked cautiously. It was not a welcome 
thought. There were any number of things she would rather not be forced to 
discuss truthfully; the uses to which she had put her expertise in lock picking, 
for instance. On the other hand, this was an opportunity to observe real magic 
at close hand, and she wasnt about to pass it up without a reason .Assuming, of 
course, that she had a choice.
Not exactly. The magic of the Saltash Bowl can be used only under very specific 
circumstances. More important, it can be used only when the entire set is 
together.
That platter the gentry cove was talkin about?
Among other things I cannot, therefore, use the bowl to force you to be 
truthful. However, I believe I can cast a similar spell, using the bowl as a 
focus, which will let me know whether or not you are telling the truth.
So if I dont say nothin, you cant tell whats true? Kim said Mairelons 
lips tightened, and she added hastily, Im just tryin to understand. You aint 
got no business knowin everything about me.
A reasonable objection, Mairelon said after a moment. Very well. The spell is 
just an indicator. If you dont say anything, it wont have anything to work 
with, so it wont tell me anything.
Kim nodded She understood the unspoken implication well enough. Mairelon would 
be able to tell a good deal by which questions she chose not to answer. All 
right, then, she said. Im ready. What do I have to do?
Just stand there, for the time being. Mairelon turned back to the silver bowl. 
He smoothed a wrinkle from the velvet on which it rested and laid a twist of 
straw beside it, not touching the silver. Then he opened Hunchs packet and 
sniffed at it. He nodded in satisfaction, but to Kims surprise, he did not dump 
it into the bowl with the rest of the herbs. Instead, he set it down and reached 
for the lamp that hung beside the door He adjusted the wick, then did something 
to the hook that held it. When he pulled on it, the lamp came away from the wall 
on a long, flexible arm.
Mairelon positioned the lamp to hang a hands breadth above the center of the 
silver bowl. Then he looked at Kim. If you have any other questions, ask them 
now. From here on, any interruption could have unpleasant consequences.
I understand. Every street waif in London had heard whispers of the fate that 
came to anyone foolish enough to interrupt a true wizard in the practice of his 
magic. Burning alive would be nothing to it. Kim might have her doubts about 
some of the things shed heard, but she wasnt about to test them now.
Mairelon gave her a searching look, then nodded. He turned back to face the bowl 
and took a deep breath. The lamp above the bowl threw the magicians shadow 
against the opposite wall, large and dark, and made a mask of his face. Kim 
shivered, then froze as Mairelon began to speak.
The language was unfamiliar to Kim, but every word seemed to hang in the air, 
clear and sharp as broken crystal. She could almost feel their edges, and she 
was afraid to move and jostle their invisible presence. She understood, now, 
where the saying had come from, deadly as a wizards words. She wondered how 
there could be room in the wagon for the solid sounds Mairelon was speaking.
The magicians hands moved suddenly, sliding with exquisite precision into a gap 
in the growing lattice of invisible, razor-edged words. One hand seized the 
packet of herbs Hunch had provided, the other lifted the twisted straw on the 
opposite side of the bowl. The straw touched the lamps wick and burst into 
flame. Mairelons voice rose to a shout, and herbs and burning straw dropped 
together into the silver bowl.
Smoke billowed out of the bowl, spreading a strong, sweet smell throughout the 
wagon. The lamp went out with the suddenness of a snuffed candle, and the silver 
bowl began to glow. Mairelon lowered his arms with a sigh and looked at Kim. 
What is your name? he said.
Kim hesitated. Jenny Stower, she said deliberately.
The glow of the silver bowl dimmed to an angry red point. Your name? Mairelon 
repeated. And the truth, this time.
Kim.
The bowl flashed into silver light once more. Kim stared at it, awed and 
frightened. Where did you first hear of me, and from whom? Mairelon asked.
At the Dog and Bull, the day afore I snuck into this wagon. A skinny toff 
offered to pay me if Id find out what you had in here. The bowl remained 
silver, and Kim relaxed a little.
What, exactly, did he tell you?
Kim repeated the story she had told Mairelon at their first Meeting. The bowl 
glowed a steady silver throughout the tale Mairelon nodded when she finished, 
and made her repeat her reasons for eavesdropping on his conversation with 
Shoreham. Kim did the best she could, but the bowls light faded slightly.
Mairelon frowned. And were those your only reasons?
Kim shifted uncomfortably. Mostly.
Youll have to do better than that, Mairelon said, watching her closely.
All right! I was curious.
The silver light brightened. Mairelons lips twitched. Curious?
Why not? Kim said indignantly. Anyone as meets you can see youre a regular 
swell, and it queers me what your lay is. Bilking the culls in the markets aint 
work for a gentry cove, and you aint told me nothin. I got reason for 
wonderin.
Mairelon laughed. I should have guessed. Well, Ill explain as soon as were 
finished here. Youve enough of the pieces to get us all into difficulty by 
accident if you arent told the rest.
He asked Kim a few more offhand questions, but his suspicions seemed to be laid 
to rest. Thats all, I think, he said at last. He turned to the bowl and 
raised a hand, then paused and looked at Kim. Why did you decide to leave 
London with us? Curiosity again?
Kim swallowed. Yes, she said, and the bowl flickered.
Mairelon looked from her face to the bowl and lowered his Hand. There is more, 
I think.
It aint nothin to do with you!
The light held steady, and Mairelon nodded. Perhaps it is not, now However, we 
will be returning to London eventually, and I dont like the possibility of a 
nasty surprise waiting for me.
He aint waitin for you, Kim muttered.
Nevertheless, I should like to know who he is, and why you considered it so 
important to remove yourself from his vicinity. Particularly if the reason is 
something that is likely to interest the constables.
It aint the nabbing culls Im worried on, Kim said, scowling. Its 
Laverham. She sighed. I suppose now I got to tell you.
Have to. I would appreciate it. Who is Laverham?
Kim took a deep breath and began trying to explain her antipathy to Dan 
Laverham. Mairelon waved her to silence after a few sentences.
Ill take your word for it that the man is unpleasant, the magician said. But 
what set you off?
He was at Toms shop, where I took those flash togs you asked me to get rid of. 
He asked a lot of questions, and one of his men tried to follow me when I left.
Mairelon frowned. He had you followed? How far?
Half a block in the wrong direction, I tipped him the double right off.
And youre sure it was you he was interested in?
Kim shrugged. What else? Laverhams been aching to get his rambles on me since 
before old Mother Tibb stuck her spoon in the wall.
Who is Mother Tibb? Mairelon asked.
She raised me and some others, Kim said shortly. Shes dead. She didnt want 
to talk about Mother Tibb. Even after two years, talking brought back memories 
of the skinny old womans terrified howls as the constables hauled her off to 
prison, and of the hangmans steady tread and the sickening thud as the 
trapdoors dropped away beneath the feet of his line of victims. Kim preferred to 
remember the dubious safety and fleeting camaraderie of the earlier years, when 
she thought of Mother Tibb at all.
Im sorry, Mairelon said gently. He paused. About Laverham He made her 
describe her brief encounter in as much detail as she could remember. At last he 
paused and said, All right, Ill agree that he seems to have been after you. 
But if anything else like that happens, or if you run into Laverham or any of 
his men again, tell me.
Kim nodded Mairelon turned to the still-glowing silver bowl and moved both hands 
in a swift, complicated gesture above it. The light gathered around the rim of 
the bowl, as though something were sucking it upward. Then, with a faint popping 
noise, the lamp flared into life and the glow of the bowl vanished.
Mairelon smiled in satisfaction and began setting the wagon to rights. The 
extended lamp hook folded neatly and invisibly back into the wall beside the 
door, the ashes of the herbs were thrown outside, and the Saltash Bowl was wiped 
and wrapped in velvet once more. Kim watched for a few minutes in silence before 
reminding Mairelon that he had promised to explain to her what was really going 
on.
So I did. The story really starts about fifteen years ago, when old Lord 
Saltash died. He left a rather large bequest to the Royal College of Wizards. 
Youve heard of the Royal College, I trust?
As much as anybody.
Mmmm. Well, Saltash fancied himself a magician, and hed collected a tremendous 
number of odds and ends of things that he thought ought to be properly 
investigated. He dumped the lot on the College. Most of them turned out to be 
quite worthless, but
Thats why you called it the Saltash Bowl! Kim said. It was part of the rum 
culls collection!
Yes, though I wouldnt call Saltash a rum cull. The bowl is only part of the 
grouping; theres a silver platter that matches it, and four carved balls of 
different sizes. Together, theyre the key to a very interesting spell.
Making people tell the truth, Kim said, nodding.
I dont think you realize what that means, Mairelon said testily. Its easy 
enough to bind someone not to do things, but a spell to force a person to speak, 
and to speak only the truth, without interfering with the ability to answer 
intelligentlywell, its remarkable.  Most control spells are obvious; they make 
the people theyre used on act like sleepwalkers. But the Saltash group
All right! Kim said hastily. Its bang-up. What next?
The Royal College spent a good deal of time, here and there, trying to 
duplicate the spell on the grouping. No one ever succeeded, and the Saltash 
group became a curiosity. And then, four years ago, it was stolen.
Mairelon paused. It was stolen, he repeated, in such a way that it appeared 
that I was the thief.
You were in the Royal College? Kim asked.
Mairelon blinked, as if he had expected some other response. Then he smiled 
slightly. Yes, I was. Under another name, you understand.
Richard Merrill?
You are a shrewd one. Yes, that is my name.
But you aint the sharper who nicked the bowl.
No. If I hadnt been lucky enough to run into Edward, though, Id have no way 
of proving it. The evidence was overwhelming Even my brother Andrew believed 
it.
Kim snorted. Hes a noodle, then.
Mairelons face lost its set look, and he laughed. A surprisingly apt 
description, Im afraid.
So why didnt this Edward cove tell anybody that you aint the one who lifted 
them things?
Those things, Kim, not them things. At the time, it was convenient to have an 
excuse for leaving the country quickly.
How do you mean? Kim asked suspiciously.
I was spying on the French, Mairelon said baldly.
Oh.
And there was my pride, too. Hubris, the failing of the gods. I wanted to 
recover the stolen items myself, you see. I thought Id find out who was behind 
the theft. Someone at the College was involved, Im certain. I asked Edward to 
let me try.
And thats how you got hold of that bowl?
It took me a year to track it down after the war ended. It was in a little town 
in Germany, property of the local Baron. Hed picked it up as a souvenir of 
England, and he was incredibly stubborn about selling it.
Kim thought back to the conversation shed inadvertently overheard. So now 
youre going to Ranton Hill to find the platter part. What about the rest of 
it?
I can use each piece to help find the others, and it gets easier the more 
pieces I have. With the bowl and the platter together, it wont be hard to 
locate the four spheres.
What about Kims question was interrupted by a preemptory knock at the door. 
Mairelon lifted an eyebrow in amusement and went to open it.
Hunch stood outside, his expression clearly disapproving. Youve ad your hour, 
Master Richard, he said. And Id like to know where !s Lordships sending us 
off to this time.
Essex, Mairelon said, and grinned. Ranton Hill, to be precise. Did you have 
any other questions, Kim? Then, if youll excuse us, we had better go and figure 
out what route will get us there with a minimum of delay. We can talk more in 
the morning.
 Eight
For the next five days, it rained. Torrential downpours alternated with misty 
drizzle or bone-chilling showers that made even the best roads treacherous 
going. The seldom-frequented lanes used by Mairelons wagon became a sticky 
quagmire which plastered the horses and mired the wagon wheels. Despite 
Mairelons best efforts, their progress slowed to a crawl.
None of them rode, the wagon alone was nearly too heavy for the horses to tow 
along the roads. Hunch and Mairelon took turns leading the horses, sliding and 
stumbling through cold, oozy mud that sucked at their feet and weighted down 
their boots in inch-thick layers. Even Kim sank ankle-deep unless she kept to 
the verge and slid on the slippery wet mats of last years grass instead.
By the time they stopped to camp each night, they were all exhausted, but 
Mairelon insisted that Kim continue her lessons no matter how tired she was. It 
was easier to agree than argue, so Kim applied herself as best she could to arts 
such as reading and legerdemain which could not be conveniently practiced while 
marching through the rain. During the day, Mairelon continued her instruction in 
what Kim privately called flash talk. When her voice grew hoarse, he let her 
stop and listen while he recited poetry or plays, or rendered the same speech 
over and over in a variety of styles and accents.
They slept in the wagon, though Hunch muttered hatefully and chewed his mustache 
over the arrangement. Kim was not really sure whether he was fretting over 
Mairelons morals or the spoons; by the end of the second day, she no longer 
cared. Sleeping in a place that was even approximately dry was far more 
important than Hunchs disapproval. Mairelon appeared as unaware of Hunchs 
glares as he seemed unconscious of any impropriety, though Kim did not for a 
minute believe that he was as oblivious as he looked.
On the sixth morning, Kim followed Hunch out of the wagon to find a steady, 
soaking rain falling from an endless sheet of clouds the color of lead. With a 
snort of disgust, she pulled the collar of her cloak tighter around her neck in 
a hopeless effort to keep the water out. The cloak was Mairelons, and much 
worn, and she had had to tie it up with a length of rope at her waist to keep it 
from dragging in the mud. It made a bulky, awkward garment and she was positive 
that she would slip and end up covered in mud before the morning was over.
Cheer up, Mairelon said as he passed her, heading for the horses. It will 
stop before noon.
Hah, Kim said. She took an injudicious look at the sky, which was still 
uniformly leaden, and water dripped down her neck. Ow! she said, and glared 
after Mairelon. If youre so knowin, why aint you put a stop to it afore 
now?
Havent, Mairelon said absently. Why havent I put a stop to it before now.
All right, why havent you? Kim said crossly.
Because weather magic is tricky, time-consuming, costly, and extremely 
noticeable, Mairelon replied with commendable patience. I cant afford the 
time or the energy, and I certainly cant afford to be noticed. Not until weve 
gotten our hands on the Saltash Platter, at least.
He continued on and Kim scowled after him. Whats the good of traveling with a 
wizard if you have to get wet in the rain like other people? she muttered.
Low as her voice was, Hunch heard her. Youd ought to be glad you wasnt left 
in London!
Why? Kim demanded. At least there I could keep dry. And I wouldnt have to 
worry about no nabbing culls, either.
Any. Mairelons voice came floating over the heads of the horses, if the two 
of you have finished exchanging pleasantries, its time we left. Rear doors, 
please; Hunch, take the right side, the wheels sunk a little deeper there, I 
think.
Kim and Hunch took up positions on either side of the wagon. Ready? Now, 
Mairelon called, and they pushed while he urged the horses forward. After a 
brief struggle, the wagon rolled forward and they were on the move again.
To Kims disgust, the rain soon dwindled to a light drizzle. By noon it had 
stopped entirely, and Mairelon was wearing a smug expression. Kim was more than 
a little inclined to snarl at him, but in the past few days she had learned that 
snarling at Mairelon did little good. He simply smiled and corrected her 
grammar.
They stopped early that evening, for travel was still muddy and exhausting. 
Then, too, they were less than an hours travel from Ranton Hill, even with the 
mud, and Mairelon had not yet decided whether he wanted the wagon to be much in 
evidence when they arrived. With that in mind, he had chosen a campsite where a 
small wood came down to meet one side of the road, so that the wagon could be 
drawn in among the trees.
Hunch built a large fire while Mairelon and Kim hauled pots and buckets of water 
from an irrigation ditch on the other side of the road. When they arrived back 
at the camp, they found that Hunch had already hung the dampest of the cloaks 
and bedding around the fire, blocking most of the heat. Hunch accepted the 
buckets with his most dour expression, and Kim and Mairelon retreated at once to 
the far side of the wagon.
Whats got into him? Kim asked, settling herself onto the footboard at the 
front of the wagon.
Hunch is merely expressing his desire to continue his own activities without 
distraction from the two of us, Mairelon explained, leaning against the wall 
next to Kim.
Does that mean hes goin to start dinner soon? Kim asked hopefully.
Not soon, Im afraid First hell want to get as many things cleaned and 
thoroughly dried as he can. Resign yourself to scorched bedclothes tonight.
Kim made a scornful noise. Hunch aint got no sense. Dinners more important 
than blankets.
Dont try to convince him of that, Mairelon said, smiling. You wont succeed, 
and theres nothing to be gained from trying. Though perhaps I shouldnt be the 
one to make that argument, its my dignity Hunch is trying to defend, you know.
Ho! Hunch, worryin over your dignity? After hes been naggin at you for two 
days for wearin that cloak instead of the one with the patches?
Yes, well, Hunch gets these notions from time to time. Have you practiced that 
handkerchief tuck you were having trouble with?
I ahhavent had time, Kim said. I cant do it at all on the move, and we 
only just got here.
Then practice it now, before the light goes, Mairelon said, handing her a 
handkerchief.
Kim rolled her eyes and spread the handkerchief out on her lap. She flexed her 
cold fingers several times, trying to timber them up a little, then began 
carefully folding and rolling the linen square as Mairelon had taught her. She 
was only half finished when Mairelons head turned and she heard him murmur, 
now, I wonder who that is?
Kim looked up. Through the screen of trees she saw a coach-and-four making its 
slow, soggy way up the lane, the heads of two postillions were clearly visible 
above the coachs roof. Kim blinked in surprise What was a bang-up turnout like 
that doing on a quiet farm lane? And where was it heading?
Exactly what I would like to know, Mairelon said, and Kim realized that she 
had spoken aloud. Kim glanced at him and saw that he was frowning slightly. And 
were not going to find out sitting here.
Without waiting for Kim to respond, Mairelon pushed himself away from the wagon, 
pulled his shapeless, still-damp hat farther down on his head, and started 
briskly off into the trees in the same direction that the coach was traveling. 
Kim blinked, then dropped the handkerchief and scrambled after him.
The coach passed them a few minutes later. Screened by the small trees and 
untrimmed scrub along the edge of the woods, Mairelon and Kim studied it. Kim 
could hear loud female laughter from the carriage windows, but the curtains were 
drawn and she could not see who was inside. The driver and postillions were 
wrapped in driving cloaks against the damp, and their faces were impassive.
Blast! Mairelon said softly as the carnage lurched on by. Can you keep up 
with it, Kim?
I dont know about that coach, but I can keep up with you right enough, Kim 
answered. But shouldnt we go back and tell Hunch where were goin?
If we do that, well lose it, Mairelon said, ducking under a low-hanging 
branch. Youre right, though, Hunch should know. Why dont you
I aint goin back now, Kim interrupted in as firm a tone as she could manage 
while trying to follow Mairelons erratic path among the trees.
All right, Mairelon said to her surprise. But when Hunch finds outlook, 
theyre turning off!
The coach was indeed easing its way off of the lane and into the woods. From 
where Kim stood, it looked almost as if the coach were trying to force its way 
through the trees, but when she and Mairelon reached the spot a moment later, 
they found another lane leading into the woods.
That driver is good, Mairelon commented, eyeing the trail. This is hardly 
more than a deer path.
You goin to stand there jawing or get on after that coach? Kim asked 
pointedly. Its gettin dark.
So it is, Mairelon said. Come along.
The trail wound through the trees almost as erratically as Mairelon had, and the 
curves hid the coach from sight. Fortunately the imprint of the wheels in the 
soft ground was easy to follow, and they made better time now that they did not 
have to worry about being seen. Even so, walking became more difficult as the 
light faded. Kim was about to suggest that they turn back before they lost their 
way completely when Mairelon stopped.
Look there! he said in a low voice, pointing. Kim, who had been concentrating 
on following the coach tracks through the deepening gloom, looked up. Light 
danced among the trees. Some culls lit a fire on the hill, looks like.
It does indeed, Mairelon said. And Ill lay you odds thats where our coach 
is headed.
Doesnt look like it to me, Kim said, though without a great deal of 
conviction. The trail they followed did not, at the moment, appear to head in 
the direction of the bonfire, but that did not mean it would not shift its 
bearing on the far side of the next bend.
Lets find out, shall we? Mairelon said with his most charming smile, and, 
turning, he headed for the bonfire.
After a moments hesitation, Kim followed. Sticking with Mairelon was certainly 
safer than trying to continue after the coach alone and in the dark, and she was 
decidedly uninterested in going back to the camp and explaining all this to 
Hunch without Mairelons support. Besides, she was at least as curious about the 
bonfire as she was about the coach and Mairelons interest in it.
The fire was farther away than it looked, it took ten minutes of brisk walking 
to reach the foot of the short, steep hill with the fire on top. Kim was a 
little surprised at the way the hill poked up out of the flat ground, but she 
supposed that things were different in the country than in London. The hill was 
bare of trees except for a single large trunk at the top, clearly visible in the 
firelight, and the grassy slope had been recently scythed.
Several young men stood around the fire in the positions of people waiting for 
something and rather bored with doing so. One was staring down the far side of 
the hill, three others squatted over a game of dice, while two more watched and 
contributed unrequested advice, another drank surreptitiously from a pocket 
flask. Their voices carried clearly to the edge of the forest.
Merediths late again, the man with the flask commented.
Sos Robert, one of the others said. Maybe theyve got better things to do on 
a cold, damp night like this.
What, in the country said the man next to him.
No main, said one of the dicers. Throw again.
Its Roberts turn to bring the girls, a fifth man spoke up. Hell probably 
come along with them.
I told you he had something better to do!
Eight for a main, announced the second of the gamblers. Shoot again.
Roberts coach is just turning in at the lodge, said the man who was watching 
the far side of the hill. Hell be here in a minute or two. I hope he has sense 
enough to leave the rest of his party there. We dont need any bits of muslin 
giggling over the ceremony.
Good, thats everyone but Meredith, said the man with the flask. We can start 
without him.
Not tonight, the watcher said without turning.
Burn it, Jon, are you going to make us stand here all night? the man with the 
flask expostulated. Meredith may not even come! Hes missed meetings before.
Two guineas on the faders point, said one of the dicers coolly.
If you dont like it, Austen, finish your flask and go, the watcher said. But 
remember that you swore an oath
I didnt know it was going to mean standing out in a cold wind in the middle of 
the night, scorching my boots at a great stupid fire while you prose on at me! 
Austen said in tones of deep indignation.
If your boots are scorching, youve only yourself to blame, said a cheerful 
voice, and a new figure climbed over the far edge of the hill and into the 
firelight. His arms were full of something that strongly resembled a very large 
bundle of laundry. You dont see anyone else standing close enough to the fire 
for ashes to fall on his coat, do you?
Ashes! Austen leaped backward, brushing at his cloak. He peered closely at his 
garments, then gave the newcomer a reproachful look. Burn it, Robert, if thats 
your idea of a joke
Dont get in a stew about it, Robert advised him. Here, take your robe before 
I drop the lot of them in the mud.
This thinly veiled warning caught the attention of the rest of the group, and 
for the next few minutes they crowded around the newcomer, laughing and shoving 
and tugging at the bundle in his arms. Kim glanced at Mairelon, to see whether 
he had had his fill of watching this strange gathering. By now it was too dark 
to make out much of his expression, but he seemed to be concentrating closely on 
the hilltop group.
Who are those coves? Kim whispered.
Mairelon glanced down as if he had just remembered her presence. A pack of 
imbeciles, he answered. And if Im not mistakenah, yes See for yourself.
Kim looked back at the hilltop. About half of the men were pulling long, baggy, 
light-colored robes over their heads. They look like Bedlamites to me, Kim 
muttered. Who
Ssh! Mairelon said as the man called Jon said something to Robert that Kim did 
not catch.
No, I didnt, Robert said, evidently answering Jons question. The girls and 
the robes were almost more than I could manage as it was. I left it with 
Meredith after the last meeting.
And Merediths still not here. Jons voice sounded grim. If he doesnt come, 
youre for it, Robert.
How much longer are you planning to wait, Jon? one of the white-robed men 
asked .Have we got time for a few more throws?
Cant you think of anything but your dice? Jon snarled.
The man gave a cheerful, unrepentant shrug. Well, theres the doxies at the 
lodge, but I have the feeling you wouldnt like that much of a delay.
Some of the others laughed. Jon looked as if he were about to explode, but 
before he could deliver whatever rebuke he had in mind, Austen said, There! 
Isnt that him?
Heads turned, and someone said, Thats Freddy, all right. Nobody else sits a 
horse that badly, you can spot him even in the dark.
Hurry it up, Meredith! Austen shouted.
Quiet, you fool? Jon said, rounding on him. Do you want to be heard from here 
to the village? Do you want people to come spying on our Sacred Rites?
Oh, really, Jon, dont get carried away, Robert said. Theres a dozen 
light-skirts in the lodge who can see us from the windows if they want to 
bother.
They are here by our permission, Jon said loftily.
His dignified effect was spoiled by someone at the back of the group, who 
snickered and said audibly, I should hope so!
Jon glared around him, but could not locate the speaker. He turned away, and a 
moment later another figure came panting over the crest of the hill. Robert 
handed him the last of the robes, and he struggled into it hastily while the 
others pointed out the difficulties his tardiness had caused them.
Didnt mean to be so late, said the newcomer in a muffled voice from halfway 
inside his robe. I  had to make a stop on the way here.
There will be time to hear your explanations later, Meredith, Jon said. Now 
we must begin. To your places, gentlemen!
The white-robed figures spread out in a circle around the fire and drew the 
hoods of their robes up over their heads. It made them look suddenly eerie, 
almost terrifying, and Kim shivered slightly. One of the anonymous figures 
raised his arms above his head, and Jons voice cried loudly, By the Sacred 
Oak, and Ash, and Thorn! By the Three Wise Birds and the Three Generous Kings! 
By the Ineffable Name Itself! The rites of the Sons of the New Dawn are now 
begun!
Nine
The white-robed figures lowered their heads and began a strange, droning chant. 
Kim shuddered again as sonorous phrases drifted down the hill, and she jumped 
when Mairelon touched her arm.
Im going to see if I can get a little closer, Mairelon said, looking at her 
quizzically. You can wait here, if youre feeling jumpy.
Wait here, with them frog-makers up there mumblin spells? Kim whispered 
indignantly. What do you take me for?
Mairelon snorted. Spells? Dont be ridiculous. Thats the most preposterous 
rigmarole Ive ever had the misfortune to have to listen to. Dont let it worry 
you.
Why not?
Because theyre mixing magic at random, from the sound of it. Half of its 
Welsh, half of its Scottish, and half of its cribbed from someones classical 
education, with a few things that are entirely out of someones imagination 
thrown in for  good measureTheyll never get anywhere if thats the tack 
theyre taking.
Thats too many halves, Kim said, frowning. And whatever it is, it sounds 
pretty impressive to me. The words didnt have the crystalline quality of 
Mairelons magic, but they had a portentous power of their own that was just as 
striking.
Thats because youve never read Homer in the original Creek, Mairelon said. 
His attention had returned to the hilltop, where the white robes were now 
marching solemnly around the fire. Kim reached for his arm, anticipating his 
next move, but she was an instant too late, Mairelon slipped out of the trees 
and started up the hill, crouching low to avoid the firelight. With a sigh and a 
string of mental curses, Kim followed.
To her relief, Mairelon did not try to sneak all the way up to the edge of the 
hilltop. He stopped about halfway up the slope, near enough to hear every word 
clearly but still well below the level where a casual glance might see a 
careless silhouette. Kim stopped beside him and flattened herself against the 
ground. Mairelon looked at her, then, with visible reluctance, did the same.
The cold and damp seemed to penetrate Kims clothes almost instantly. She 
ignored the discomfort as best she could, knowing from years of Mother Tibbs 
somewhat irregular training that an unnecessary movement was likely to attract 
unwanted attention. Beside her, Mairelon lay just as motionless, and Kim tried 
to distract herself by wondering where he had learned the trick. Had someone 
told him about it when he went off to spy on the French, or had he figured it 
out for himself the hard way?
The chanting stopped at last, and Kim heard Jens voice announce, So is the 
beginning ended, and the Central Mysteries begun.
A murmur of agreement rose from the assembled figures. As the muttering died, 
Jon went on in a much brisker tone, Tonight we are to dedicate the Sacred Dish, 
the first of the Four Holy Things. Austen, youre the Bearer; George, you and 
Quembly-Stark can do the Escorts, and Robert can act as
Uh, Jonathan, Im afraid theres a bit of a problem, someone put in 
tentatively.
You forgot to bring the dish, didnt you? Jon snapped. Well, Im not putting 
off the ceremony again just because you have a bad memory, Meredith. This time 
you can just ride home and bring it back.
Thatll take hours someone else objected. Especially if he came on that 
broken-down nag of his; the creature cant move above a trot even with a good 
rider in the saddle.
As long as we can wait down at the lodge instead of up here in the wind, who 
cares? another of the men retorted.
No reason to wait at all, Meredith said. Cautiously Kim raised her head As she 
had expected, all eyes were on the bland and rather foolish-looking Meredith. I 
cant get the thing, you see, Meredith explained. So theres no point in my 
going back, and no reason to wait.
Cant get it? Jons voice rose. He put back his hood and glared at Meredith. 
What do you mean, you cant get it?
I just cant, Meredith answered with dogged stubbornness. Thats all, and 
there it is. No use going on at me about it, might as well finish up and go on 
down to the lodge.
Explain thisthis recalcitrance! Jon commanded.
Yes, Freddy, just why is it that you cant bring the dish out tonight? Robert 
asked.
If you must know, I havent got it any more, Meredith said. Now can we go 
down to the lodge and eat?
Jon goggled at him, all but speechless with rage. You havent got it?
Got a problem with your ears, Jon? Meredith asked with interest. 
Mgrandfathers been having a bit of trouble that way, but you expect it in a 
man his age.
What have you done with the Sacred Dish? Jon grated.
Lost it in a card game, Meredith said. Debt of honor, pay or play, you know. 
So its gone.
How dared you Jon shouted, waving his arms for emphasis. That dish was ours, 
the property of the entire Order! How dare you even think to appropriate it for 
your own Uses!
Actually it wasnt, Meredith said almost apologetically.
Wasnt what, Freddy? Robert asked.
Wasnt the property of the Order. Bought it myself, never been paid. Logically 
the thing was mine. All quite in order. Freddy Meredith nodded, as if to 
emphasize the logic and propriety of his actions.
Jon turned a fascinating shade of purple and opened his Mouth. Freddys got a 
point, Jon, Robert said hastily. If he didnt use the Orders funds to buy it 
with
What funds? Austen put in. This Order hasnt got any funds, nobodys paid 
their subscription fee in over six months. Including you, Jon.
There, you see? Freddy beamed.
You idiot! Jon said. Do you know how long it took me to locate that platter? 
We must get it back!
Its quite all right, Jonathan, Robert said. Well just buy it back from 
whoever won it from Freddy. Who did win it, by the way? Not Lord North, I hope.
No, no, I dont play at his table, Freddy assured him. Been around long 
enough to know a flat from a leg, you know. No, I was playing whist with Henry.
What does Henry Bramingham want with the silver dish of the Sons of the New 
Dawn? someone asked.
The grass beside Kim quivered as Mairelon tensed, but she could not tell what 
had provoked the reaction from him. Surely it couldnt have taken him this long 
to guess that the sacred dish these culls were so nattered about was the 
Saltash Platter he was looking for?
Only stake I had left by the end of the night was the platter, Meredith 
explained. Henry cleaned me out Last hand, that went, too.
Who cares? someone else said. Its obvious that were not going to dedicate 
the Sacred Dish tonight, so lets finish up here and get inside where its 
warm.
This suggestion produced a round of enthusiastic cheers, and the entire group 
threw off their robes and started down the hill despite Jonathans grumbles and 
the glowering looks he continued to throw at the oblivious Freddy Meredith. None 
of them bothered to check the far slope of the hill, so Mairelon and Kim escaped 
detection. Even so, Kim did not really relax until the last sounds of merriment 
were muffled by the solid closing of a door.
Kim sat up at last, feeling cold and stiff, and realized that Mairelon was stilt 
lying prone against the side of the hill. 
She crouched again hastily and hissed, Somethin wrong?
What? said Mairelon in a normal tone. No, nothings wrong, Im thinking, 
thats all.
Think about gettin us back to camp, Kim advised. Or Hunchll be comin after 
us with a rope, like as not.
Oh, Hunch wont start worrying until well after dark, Mairelon said, still 
without moving.
Kim looked at him with profound exasperation. It is well after dark! she 
pointed out.
Then wed better get back to camp quickly, hadnt we? Mairelon said. He pushed 
himself away from the hill with his hands, twisted sideways, and slid down the 
slope feet-first. Kim scrambled after him, muttering curses. She was beginning 
to understand how Hunch had acquired the habit.
Getting back to camp took nearly as long as Kim had expected. Mairelon got lost 
twice, forcing them to retrace their steps in the dark. Kim did not enjoy these 
detours. The noises of insects and the occasional rustling movement of small 
animals made her jump, where the calls of lamplighters and the rumble of the 
heavy drays would have been soothing. Stumbling over an uneven clump of grass 
and falling into a bush was somehow different, and more unpleasant, than 
tripping on a broken cobblestone and landing in a pile of litter. Even the 
darkness had a different quality, a clarity and depth that bore no resemblance 
to the foggy blackness of the back streets of London.
Hunch met them on the road. He was carrying a lantern and frowning heavily, and 
both ends of his mustache looked distinctly damp and ragged. Master Richard 
he said in evident relief when Mairelon came close enough to be identifiable. 
You aint urt!
What? Of course not, Mairelon answered. Why should I be?
Cause you adnt got no reason for a-goin off and not tellin me, if you 
aint been urt, Hunch said, recovering rapidly. Leastwise, I dont see as you 
did.
Thats because you dont know where weve been, Mairelon said in his most 
reasonable tone. You really ought to have a little more faith in me, Hunch.
Hunch snorted expressively. All right, where ave you been?
Finding things out, Mairelon said. Among them, the reason why our friend 
Shoreham has such a low opinion of the Sons of the New Dawn. As well as a hint 
to the current owner of the Saltash Platter.
And oo might that be?
According to the ersatz druids whose undeniably imaginative ceremony we 
observed this evening, Henry Bramingham. Not the best of news.
Enry, Hunch said, frowning. I aint sure
Later, Hunch, if you please. Later, and preferably warmer, drier, and much less 
hungry. I hope no one has stolen our dinner while youve been swanning about out 
here.
You ad ought to be sent to bed without any, Hunch grumbled, and that dratted 
girl, too.
Really, Hunch! Mairelon said in a shocked tone before Kim could do more than 
gasp in outrage. And all this time Id thought you were worried about the 
proprieties.
Hunchs tangled efforts to refute this deliberate misinterpretation lasted until 
they reached the wagon. Kim was sure that this was exactly what Mairelon had 
intended, and while she would normally have been annoyed at his highhanded 
method of taking over her battle, this time Kim was grateful. She was cold and 
tired, and her hands and face bore scratches that stung when she thought about 
them. She was in no condition for an argument with Hunch.
Dinner was waiting, and if the stew was thick enough to cut with a knife and the 
potatoes in it were so well cooked that they came apart at the touch of a spoon, 
Kim did not mind at all. Mairelon was either pickier or preoccupied; he settled 
himself on the bottom step of the wagon with a full dish and a spoon, but ate so 
slowly that Kim was halfway through her second bowl before he finished a quarter 
of his own.
When Kim paused long enough to notice this curious behavior, she glanced at 
Hunch. He was frowning and nibbling delicately on the left half of his mustache 
whenever he looked in Mairelons direction. That was enough for Kim. She moved 
to a conveniently situated rock, rattled her spoon against the side of her dish, 
and when Mairelon glanced up, said, Whats got you so nattered, then?
Henry Bramingham, Mairelon said. He took a spoonful of stew and looked down at 
his bowl with a frown of annoyance. Its gone cold.
If youd of eaten it right off, you wouldnt of noticed, Kim said without 
sympathy. Whos this Bramingham cove?
Henry Bramingham is the son of Charles Bramingham and Harriet St. Clair 
Bramingham, Mairelon answered. Hunch made a strangled noise, and Mairelon 
looked up. Yes, exactly.
Exactly what? Kim said, thoroughly exasperated.
Exactly the problem, Mairelon said. Harriet, you see, is the sister of 
Gregory St. Clair. And the Baron has, shall we say, very little liking for your 
obedient.
Es the one as called in the Runners, Hunch said darkly. And gave em Master 
Richards name.
So we think, Mairelon said. Hes also something of a wizard, and well known 
for his interest in unusual magical objects. If young Henry turns the platter 
over to his uncle, and I can think of no reason why he shouldnt, our chances of 
recovering it are small.
So? Kim said The two men looked at her, and she shrugged. I dont see whats 
the good in your havin this platter youre so set on. If the Robin Redbreasts 
catch you with it, theyll be sure you cracked the crib and took it. I thought 
that was what you didnt want happenin.
Youre right, but unfortunately theres no other way of finding out who really 
took the Saltash Set in the first place, Mairelon said. If we can get all the 
pieces together. Shoreham and I can use one of the Ribensian Arcana to locate 
the person who stole them, but it wont work unless we have everything.
Kim shrugged again. its your neck. Which direction are you goin to stick it 
out in next?
Mairelon grinned. The inn at Ranton Hill, I think I can pick up some gossip and 
get some idea of how things stand at the Braminghams, how recently Lord St 
Clair has visited, that sort of thing.
Not tonight, Hunch said firmly. And this time you aint a-going off alone, 
not if I ave to ide every pair of breeches you ave.
Mairelon looked startled, then thoughtful. Yes, I think it will do very well, 
he said after a moment. You can poke about in the stables and kitchens, Kim can 
sit in the public room, and Ill see what the news is in the private parlors. 
Someones bound to know something, and this way we dont stand a ghost of a 
chance of missing it.
Whyre you so sure? Kim asked.
The country inn is the heart of every village, or at least its ears and 
tongue, Mairelon explained. Think of it as a London public house, only more 
so.
If you say so, Kim said dubiously. Just what am I goin to have to do?
They spent the next hour or so discussing the exact methods each would use in 
their descent upon Ranton Hills inn, what stones they would tell, and what 
clothes to wear to be convincing. Mairelon declared that he would pose as a 
fashionable Town buck, victim of a carnage accident while driving down to a 
friends country house. Kim would be his Tiger, despite her protests that she 
knew nothing about horses and would be unable to convince anyone that she was 
what she pretended to be. Hunch was a groom who had been traveling with the 
baggage coach, he would lead the horses from the wagon, claiming that they 
belonged to the ostensibly demolished phaeton. Mairelons confidence overrode 
his companions misgivings, and by the time the fire began to die everything was 
settled.
Ten
Stanton Hill consisted of three shopfronts, two houses, an inn, and a stable The 
buildings looked to Kim as if they had huddled together for protection from the 
empty farmland all around them. Not that the land was, technically, empty, but 
some low stone walls, a few trees, and a couple of sheep did not go nearly far 
enough, in Kims opinion, toward filling up the space.
In addition, the village was so quiet that as they approached along the rutted 
dirt road Kim began to wonder if it was peopled by ghosts. The sound of the 
wind, the squeak of the harness leather, and the crunching of their feet and the 
horses hooves against the road were the only noises. She was a little reassured 
when a dog began to bark as they reached the first house, summoning a stable 
hand in a well-worn smock from the rear of the inn.
Mairelon gave the man an offhand nod and disappeared into the inn. Kim looked 
after him, shifting her weight from foot to foot while the stable hand and Hunch 
eyed each other measuringly.
What happened? the man said at last, making a gesture that included the 
horse, Kim, Hunch, and the vanished Mairelon.
E tipped is phaeton over trying to feather a corner, Hunch said with fine 
contempt. Leastwise, thats ow I make it. E says a coach-and-four ran im off 
the road.
The stable hand spat. Another one o them wild uns. He stayin the night?
Ow do I know Hunch said. Even if ed told me, es just as likely to change 
is mind as not.
Thats the Quality for you, the stable hand said, and spat again. Well, bring 
your horses around back, no reason they should suffer for their masters 
stupidity.
The man started walking as he spoke. Hunch tightened the makeshift leads 
attached to the horses halters. The animals bobbed their heads, slightly out of 
sequence, and began to move. Kim shifted her weight again, wondering whether she 
should follow or wait and wishing Mairelon had told her a little more about the 
duties of a Tiger. She was just about to start after Hunch and the horses when 
Mairelon stuck his head out of the door of the inn.
Kim! There you are. No need to stand about, the luggage wont be along for a 
couple of hours at least. Come inside and wait where its warm.
Kim nodded, glad to have some direction at last. As she started into the inn, 
she noted that the village was showing a few signs of life at last, a large, 
round woman had emerged to sweep the step in front of the mercers shop (and get 
a look at the new arrivals), an open carriage was descending a distant hill 
toward the town, and a second dog had joined the barking of the first, prompting 
a volley of curses from an unseen person on the second floor of the inn. The 
last thing Kim saw before the door of the inn closed behind her was a large jug 
hurtling out of the window in the general direction of the dogs. The crash was 
audible even after the door closed.
Mairelon was standing just inside the door, in a short hallway at the foot of a 
steep flight of stairs Beside him, the innkeeper darted uncertain looks at the 
mud-splattered boots and breeches of his newest guest, clearly trying to decide 
whether this was truly one of the Quality or only some jumped-up Cit trying to 
pass himself off as gentry. Kim could almost sympathize. Mairelons cape was 
well cut but, to her experienced eye, a little shabby and out of fashion, and 
the mud made it difficult to determine whether his boots were similarly well 
used. Had she been looking him over on the London streets, she would have given 
him a casual glance and gone on hunting for a better pigeon to pluck.
Get yourself something to drink while you wait, Mairelon said, seemingly 
oblivious to the innkeepers worried frown. He tossed Kim a coin that glittered 
silver in the air, and the innkeepers expression lightened. Kim suppressed a 
smile and bobbed her head respectfully as Mairelon turned to the innkeeper. 
Now, since were agreed, Ill just go up and clean off a little of this dirt.
Very good, Mr de Mare, the innkeeper answered. Your lad can go on in there, 
my wife will be glad to see to him. Now, if youll just come this way
Mairelon followed him up the stairs without a backward glance, leaving a trail 
of damp and dirty footprints. Kim snorted softly. At least she would be able to 
find his room if she needed to. She looked down at the coin Mairelon had tossed 
her. It was a new shilling, more than enough for a pint of ale and perhaps a 
roll. She flipped it into the air, caught it, and went into the public room to 
listen to whatever local gossip there might be.
The room was nearly empty. Two weather-beaten men in farmers smocks glanced up 
from their mugs as she entered, and a small, brown-haired man in the corner 
jumped nervously and then relaxed. Kim took a seat beside the door, where she 
could get a good look at everyone who might come in and still watch the rest of 
the big, square room. Once she was seated, she discovered that her view of the 
yard outside was limited to a slantwise glimpse of a corner, but she dismissed 
that limitation with a mental shrug. Nothing was perfect, and her job was to 
watch and listen to the coves inside, not the goings-on outdoors.
A large, grey-haired woman who was presumably the innkeepers wife appeared a 
few moments later, carrying a tray of mugs. She replaced the farmers drinks 
without comment, then looked over at the nervous man in the corner. He shook his 
head, then nodded and beckoned. Make up your mind, Mr Fenton, the woman said 
as she set a mug in front of Him. I havent the time to be mucking about back 
and forth to the kitchen twelve times an hour, not for the likes of you.
My moneys as good as anyones, the small man said. And if you forget to let 
me know when my associate arrives, Ill see you regret it.
Keep your hair on, the woman advised. Nobodys come asking for you, not even 
Mr Frederick. And what hes thinking of, letting you off your work like this
The small man flushed. I have my half-day free, the same as anyone.
Only more often, the woman shot back, and the two farmers chuckled audibly. 
Im surprised he doesnt turn you off, but there, hes always been the sort to 
put up with more than he ought.
Mr. Meredith is kind enough to give me an extra holiday occasionally, the 
small man said, and Kim thought he sounded even more nervous than before.
Yes, because you ask him straight out! Youre abusing Mr. Fredericks trust, 
you are, and you ought to be ashamed.
Thats Mr. Meredith, to you, the small man said with an attempt at a haughty 
sneer.
Ho! Mr Meredith, to me thats known him since he was a tad? Next thing youll 
be telling me what to call my husband! Drink up and hold your peace, Mister 
Fenton, or well see, thats all.
With this obscure threat, the woman picked up her tray and sailed back toward 
the door. She stopped long enough to give Kim a mug of warm, dark ale and 
collect the shilling, but Fenton did not take the opportunity to renew 
hostilities. He seemed content to glower over the top of his mug, alternating 
between dark looks at the grey-haired woman and equally dark but more 
apprehensive glances m the direction of the window overlooking the yard.
The innkeepers wife left, and the farmers continued to sit in companionable 
silence. For lack of anything better to do, Kim studied Fenton while she sipped 
her ale and waited for someone else to come in and start another conversation 
for her to listen to. He was brown-haired and thin-faced, and he had an 
indefinable air about him that marked him as London bred. From the conversation 
she had overheard, Kim guessed that he was in service with Mr. Meredith. A 
footman, perhaps, he was too well dressed to be a groom or stable hand, and not 
well enough turned out for a butler or valet.
Kim had just reached this conclusion when the serving room door flew open to 
reveal a dark-haired young man in fashionable riding clothes. He surveyed the 
room with an air of brooding intensity, then strode to the corner table and 
flung his gloves down in front of Fenton. You sent me a message, the young man 
said.
Kim choked and slopped ale over the side of her mug. She recognized the young 
mans voice instantly, it was Jon, the most zealous of the druids she and 
Mairelon had observed the previous evening.
I dont know that I would put it that way, Mr. Aberford, Fenton said, giving a 
significant glance in the direction of the farmers. Merely, there are some 
things I think you ought to know.
If your intention is to sell me the information that your master doesnt have 
the object he was commissioned to bring me, your luck is out, Jon said with 
gloomy relish. I already know.
Fentons shoulders hunched together as if he were bracing himself for a blow. 
How did you find out
He told me himself, last night. Blithering idiot! What possessed him to play 
whist with Henry Bramingham, of all people?
Ah, I believe there was a wager involved, Fenton said. His shoulders relaxed, 
but he did not look at all happy.
Well, he certainty didnt give Henry the Dish! Jon snapped.
Of course not, Mr Aberford I, ah, thought you ought to know, thats all. So 
if Fenton broke off in mid-sentence, looking out the window. He jumped to his 
feet, his face a pasty white color, and bolted for the door. Jon sat staring 
after him in simple astonishment, taken too much by surprise to remember any of 
his brooding airs.
Fenton reached the door just as it opened to admit an enormous man in 
ill-fitting new clothes. Ere, now! Watch what youre about the man said in a 
deep, slow voice as Fenton skidded to a stop in front of him.
Sorry! Fenton gasped, then dodged under the big mans arm and vanished.
Es in a bit of a rush, aint e? the big man commented to the room at large.
Kim rose quietly as the newcomer lumbered into the room and slipped out the 
still-open door of the serving room. There was no sign of Fenton in the hall, so 
she took a quick look out the front door to see if she could tell what had 
driven him to make such a dramatic exit.
The yard was full of activity. A landau had pulled up in front of the inn, its 
top open despite the cool weather. A handsome and vaguely familiar young man sat 
with his back to the coachman, facing him were an extremely elegant woman in her 
early forties and a stunningly beautiful blonde girl of perhaps seventeen. A 
second young man, whom Kim recognized at once as the bland and somewhat foolish 
Freddy Meredith from the druids meeting, had pulled a large, placid bay horse 
to a halt at the edge of the inn yard. He was sitting in the saddle as if 
stunned, gazing in admiration at the blonde. Standing next to him (or rather, 
next to his horse) was a shabby, sour-looking man, and Kim found herself first 
blinking, then squinting in surprise, and then sternly suppressing a strong 
impulse to take to her heels as rapidly and unceremoniously as Fenton had done.
Jack Stower! What was Jack Stower doing in Ranton Hill? Fortunately, his 
attention was fixed on the rider, and Kim had time to pull her head back into 
the inn. She shut the door far enough to hide her face and forced her frozen 
wits into motion. Dan Laverham couldnt have sent Jack after her, she hadnt 
known herself where she was going when she left London. Jack was on some other 
errand, then, and all she had to do was keep out of his way so that word of her 
presence in Ranton Hill wouldnt get back to Laverham. To do that though, she 
needed to know what Jack was up to, so that she could avoid him. Hoping that no 
one would come into the hall to find her in so odd looking a position, Kim 
opened the door a crack and peered out, listening with all her might.
Hes your man, Stower was insisting to Freddy Meredith.
Freddy did not appear to hear. Bramingham! he called with every appearance of 
delight. Didnt expect to find you here.
The young man in the carriage twisted to look over his shoulder. Freddy? Good 
Lord! I mean, what are you doing out at this hour?
Things, the other said with a vague wave. He clucked to his horse, which 
ignored him. A faint frown creased his forehead, and he made a tentative 
movement with his heels. The bay bent its neck to eye its owner, then ambled 
over to the carriage, leaving Jack Stower standing with his fists clenched and a 
black expression on his face.
Henry! the elegant woman said in a peremptory voice as Freddy was performing 
this maneuver. If you must stop to speak with your friend, at least send 
someone in to inquire about Jasper. At this rate, we shall never get to 
Swafflton.
Yes, of course, Lady Granleigh. Henry nodded to the footman, who jumped from 
his perch at the rear of the landau and came over. See if Mr Marston is in, and 
have a note sent up to tell him we are here.
Be better to go inside, Freddy advised from his perch on the horse. Private 
parlor for the ladies. Much nicer than sitting out in the weather.
Kim missed Henrys reply, for she had to nip sideways and flatten herself 
against the wall to avoid the footmans entrance. He clumped past her without 
noticing, glanced around, then rang loudly for the innkeeper. Kim slipped back 
to the door and saw that Jack Stower had vanished. She heard the innkeepers 
footsteps at the rear of the hall and made a quick decision. Better to have room 
to move than to be nabbed by Stower or the footman in the hallway. She slid out 
the door like a greased eel.
Very well, the elegant woman was saying in a disapproving tone. But I will 
have the proprieties observed. Present your friend to us, Henry.
My pleasure, Lady Granleigh, Henry said in a harassed tone. Lady Granleigh, 
Miss Thornley, this is Mr. Frederick Meredith. Freddy, Lady Granleigh, and her 
ward, Miss Marianne Thornley. Theyre down for one of Mothers house parties.
A pleasure, Freddy said, bowing.
Meredith, Lady Granleigh said pensively. Are you by chance related to Lord 
Cecil Meredith?
Muncle, Freddy answered. Stood godfather to me, or so they tell me. I dont 
remember it, myself.
Indeed. Lady Granleighs manner thawed noticeably. Lord Cecil is a dear 
friend of my husbands.
What brings you ladies out in all this muck? Freddy asked offhandedly, though 
his eyes had returned to the lovely blonde girl.
Since it is not raining, Lady Granleigh and I thought we would drive to 
Swafflton to look at ribbons, the blonde girl replied in a low, musical voice. 
Mr. Bramingham was kind enough to accompany us.
This aint one of the stops on the road to Swafflton, Freddy said in a 
knowledgeable tone. Sure Bramingham gave the coachman the right direction?
Freddy! Henry said. Dont be ridiculous.
We are here to meet my brother, Lady Granleigh said in an icy voice.
Oh, thats all right, then, Freddy said. Didnt know you had one.
Miss Thornley giggled .Her guardian gave her a quelling look. Really, Mr. 
Meredith
The door of the inn flew open. Meredith! I knew it was you, Jon Aberford said 
in threatening tones.
Hullo, Jon, Freddy said mildly. Bit of a surprise, meeting you here. I must 
say, I didnt expect it.
I should think not! How do you dare show your face in public?
Because I aint a Turk, Freddy replied in reasonable tones. Why should I care 
who sees it? Perfectly good face, besides, its the only one Ive got.
Dont play the fool! Jon said. Henry, do you know what this this blithering 
idiot has done?
No, and I dont much care to, Henry answered frankly. Its nothing to do with 
me.
Henry, you will do me the favor of not presenting me to your unpleasant and 
most unmannerly acquaintance, Lady Granleigh put in. I must have the lowest 
opinion of anyone who would enact a scene in so public an arena.
Ah, but it does! Jon said, ignoring Lady Granleighs interjection. He gestured 
at Freddy. This traitor lost the Sacred Dish to you at play. Will you return 
it?
Here, now! Freddy said. Got no reason to go calling names! Everything was 
quite in order, told you so last night.
Sacred dish? Henry said, bewildered. What are you on about now, Jonathan? You 
dont mean that big silver platter, do you?
Platter? Lady Granleigh said with unexpected interest.
What have you done with it? Jonathan demanded.
If you are talking about the platter, I havent done anything with it yet, 
Henry snapped in evident exasperation. Its sitting m a display case in the 
library, and it will stay in the display case until Lord St. Clair arrives 
tomorrow. At which point I am going to present it to him for his collection.
What, your uncles coming? Freddy said to Henry. You didnt tell me.
Why should I? Henry retorted. Its nothing to you.
No reason to keep it a secret, is there? Freddy answered. And its bound to 
be of interest. Why, mmother will want to call if Lord St. Clair is staying 
with you.
Be quiet, Freddy! Jonathan said. Henry, be reasonable. You cant just give 
away the Sacred Dish!
Dont see why not, Freddy said, giving the matter due consideration. He isnt 
one of the Sons, the thing dont mean anything to him. Unless St Clair dont 
arrive. Hard to give something to someone who aint there.
Come by Bramingham Place tomorrow at three and watch me, Henry invited 
Jonathan cordially.
You dont know what you are doing, Jon said, suddenly calm.
I know enough.
Quite, said Freddy. He had one eye fixed on Miss Thornley, who was beginning 
to look distressed. Here, Jon, be a good fellow and come away, youre upsetting 
the ladies.
You havent heard the last of this, Jon said. With a parting glower he turned 
and reentered the inn.
If that isnt just like Jon! Freddy said.
I trust we have seen the last of him, Lady Granleigh said. Henry, are you 
quite certain that man of yours isnt carousing inside instead of delivering 
your message? Jasper ought to have come out by now.
Henry pressed his lips together. Ill go and see, if you like, Lady Granleigh.
If you do that, well lose you, too, Lady Granleigh said. Send that boy over 
there, he may as well be useful.
Hi! You there! Henry beckoned to Kim. Pop inside and see whats holding up 
Mr. Marston, theres half a guinea in it for you.
A shilling, Lady Granleigh said sharply. No more than a shilling, and not 
until you come back. Really, Henry, you ought to know better.
Kim muttered something that would pass for Yes, mum, and touched her hand to 
her cap. The respectful gesture might please the bracket-faced old cat, and it 
would screen Kims face from unwanted notice. Reluctantly she turned and started 
for the inn.
Before she reached it, the door swung open and the footman emerged, followed by 
a tall man in a driving cape. Kim stepped aside without thinking, and froze as 
she got a good look at his face. It was the skinny toff from the Dog and Bull 
who had hired her to crack Mairelons crib. Had all of London followed her to 
Ranton Hill?
Amelia! the toff said. What dyou mean by arriving at dawn like this? Id 
barely got my breakfast finished!
When we are in the country, we keep country hours, Jasper, Lady Granleigh 
replied. I explained that to you yesterday, had I known you were going to be 
obstinate, I would have postponed our expedition until tomorrow. I am sure that 
Lord St. Clair would have been delighted to accompany us.
Of course he would, Freddy said gallantly. I mean to say, lovely ladies, 
pleasant companyanyone would be delighted.
Jasper Marston had by this time taken his place in the coach, and Lady Granleigh 
had had more than enough of Freddy, nephew of Lord Cecil Meredith or not. It is 
high time we were going, she announced. Good day, Mr. Meredith. Driver!
The coachman nodded and slapped the reins lightly against the horses backs. The 
team snorted and began to move, in another moment, the landau had pulled out of 
the inns yard and was on its way east to Swafflton.
Eleven
Kim drew a shaky breath as she watched the coach pull away, all too conscious 
that only good luck had kept Jasper Marston from noticing her She wanted to run 
away, to hide, and she wished suddenly and passionately that she were back in 
London, where she might have had some chance of doing so. With both Jack Stower 
and the skinny toff in Ranton Hill, it was beginning to look very much as if 
staying in London would have been safer than leaving.
Freddy Meredith, who had also been watching the coach, chose this moment to turn 
and see Kim. Hi, boy! Get someone out here to take this horse, will you?
Clad of the excuse, Kim nodded and went inside. The innkeeper was coming out of 
the kitchen into the hallway, carrying a tray. And where the devil have you 
been, boy? he asked when he saw Kim.
Man outside wants someone to take his horse, Kim informed him, ignoring his 
question.
The innkeeper rolled his eyes. Quality! Well, Ill see to it. Your master wants 
you, third door on the right at the top of the stairs. Take this along with 
you.
The stairs were narrow and steep, and Kim had some difficulty in climbing them 
without dumping everything off the tray the innkeeper had handed her. She made 
it to the top at last, and stood balancing the tray against the railing while 
she caught her breath. Then she counted doors and kicked at the third one.
Enter, Mairelons voice called from inside the room.
I cant, Kim called back crossly .Youll have to open the door yourself.
She heard a scraping sound on the other side of the door, and then Mairelon 
opened it. Kim! What are you doing with that?
The buffer downstairs said you ordered it, Kim replied, setting the tray on 
the table.
And was too lazy to bring it up himself, hmm? Good Lord, youre white as a 
winding-sheet! Sit down, sit down, before you fall over. Mairelon took the tray 
from Kims suddenly shaking hands and set it on the small table beside the 
window. Kim sank into the nearest chair. She was cold and her legs felt like 
jelly, she was too stunned even to think, though a corner of her mind marveled 
distantly at the strength of her reaction.
Here, Mairelon said, pressing a glass into her hand. Drink this. Will you be 
all right alone for a moment? Im going to get Hunch.
Kim nodded, and Mairelon left. She took a deep breath, and the feeling of being 
far away from everything began to lessen. She sipped at the glass Mairelon had 
handed her, and coughed as a fiery liquid ran unexpectedly down her throat.
The door opened and Mairelon reentered the room. Now, whats given you the wind 
up? Did your friend from the Dog and Bull see you?
I dont think so, Kim said. But how did you know Hes staying in the next 
room, Mairelon said. I could hardly help noticing his presence, and I thought 
there was something familiar about his voiceSo I contrived to get a look at him 
as he left If it wasnt our skinny friend, whats upset you?
I aint sure, Kim said. She was feeling more like herself, and her momentary 
weakness bothered her. I aint never done nothin like that before, not even on 
my first crack lay.
ReallyAnd how long has it been since you did any housebreaking? Mairelon 
asked.
Couple years. Since old Mother Tibb died, anyways. After what happened to her, 
I lost the taste for it, sort of.
What happened to her? Mairelon said very softly.
The nabbing culls got her. Most of the others, too I was lucky I got away. She 
took a tiny sip from the glass and closed her eyes. They got transported, 
mostly, but Mother Tibb swung because she ran things for the lot of us.
I see.
I shouldnt of gone to watch. It was stupid. And after that. . .
After that, you didnt feel as if you could go back to housebreaking.
Kim shrugged. I never took to it much, not like some of the rest Besides, it 
aint a good lay for a loner, and I couldnt join up with one of the other gangs 
because She stopped short and shook her head. Why was she telling Mairelon all 
this?
Because theyd have discovered that you were a girl, Mairelon finished 
quietly. He was looking at her with an odd expression that she didnt have the 
energy to figure out. Was it so important to you, staying a boy?
Kim nodded wearily. You aint never seen the stews in St Giles, or you wouldnt 
need to ask. Mother Tibb kept me on a good three years longer than most, because 
I had a knack for locks, but that wouldnt of lasted much longerAnybody else 
would of packed me off as soon as they found out I wasnt a boy.
Mairelon went still. Drink your brandy, he said, and his voice was harsh.
The brandy wasnt so bad, now that Kim knew what to expect It was a great deal 
better than the cheap gin she had sometimes bought in London. She sipped it 
slowly, and in a few minutes more her grim mood began to lift.
I found out some things you ought to know, Kim said to end the long silence.
Wait until Hunch gets here, Mairelon said. No sense in going over everything 
twice.
Fortunately, Hunch was not long in appearing. He snorted through his mustache 
when he saw Kim, which did more to make her feel herself again than even the 
brandy.
Sit down and stop grumphing, Hunch, Mairelon said. Ive taken separate rooms 
for tonight, but we can hardly talk through the wall, and Kim says shes found 
out something of interest.
Thats as may be, Hunch said darkly. But she adnt ought to be ere, and 
neither should you. Someones been asking questions down at the stable.
But its such an interesting place, Mairelon said, waving in a general way at 
the walls of the inn. Really, Hunch, you have no idea how fascinating this inn 
is.
Maybe not, Hunch said, but I know when youre at one o your queer starts. 
Master Richard. And you adnt ought to, not this time. Someones looking for 
us.
Oh, really, Hunch, how can you be sure of that?
Ow many people ave a yellow wagon with red wheels and a painting of a man in 
a top at on the back? Hunch countered.
Mairelon frowned. Someones asking questions about the wagon?
Hunch nodded. Its us shes looking for, right enough.
She?
Kim thought that Hunch was enjoying the effect his news was having, though his 
expression remained dour. Aye. One of them grand ladies, they said. Offered a 
guinea to anyone as ad news of it, and a shilling extra if she could be sure no 
one else ad the news afore er.
What a good thing we left the wagon in the woods, Mairelon commented. He moved 
to the window and stared down at the stable.
That aint all, neither, Hunch said. There was a cove nosing around, too, 
anging about in back of the inn and beaving oddly. The ostler said is name 
was James Fenton.
Fenton? Kim said. There was a Mr. Fenton in the taproom for a while; he 
looked like a footman or somethin. I think he works for that Meredith cove, the 
one who had that platter and lost it playin cards.
Does he, Mairelon said thoughtfullyI wonder. What was he doing here, do you 
know?
He came to meet a Mr. Aberford, Kim said. He wanted to sell him the news 
about Merediths losing the platter, only Aberford knew already. Quickly she 
recounted the scene in the taproom. When he took off, I followed him, and 
then She hesitated.
And then? Mairelon prompted.
I think maybe I ought to go back to London, Kim blurted, staring down at her 
hands to avoid seeing Mairelons or Hunchs expressions. Im goin to be 
trouble for you if I stay.
I see, Mairelon said after a moment of silence that to Kim seemed to go on 
forever. Or rather, I dont see. Why dont you begin by telling us exactly what 
happened, and then perhaps I will.
It was Jack Stower, Kim said. Hes one of Laverhams boys I told you about 
Laverham.
I remember.
I swear I dont know how he followed me from London, I swear I dont. He didnt 
see me, but if hes pokin about, hell find out Im here for sure, and
Slow down and back up, Mairelon said. Where and when did you see Stowe? In 
the hall? On the stairs?
Outside, talkin to that Meredith cove, Kim answered. Reminded of the task she 
had originally been set, she outlined the scene she had witnessed in the inn 
yard. Bramingham said his uncle was comin down tomorrow, and he was goin to 
give the platter to him as soon as he got there, she finished. The Meredith 
cull got Aberford inside, and then the toff from the Dog and Bull turned up. 
Hes the Friday-faced morts brother, name of Jasper Marston. They all drove 
off, and I came in.
Mairelon was staring into space with a heavy frown, looking as though he had not 
heard a word Kim had said for several minutes at least. Stower, Laverham, 
Fenton, he murmured. And a lady asking questions A grand ladyLady Granleigh, 
perhaps?
She acted grand enough, Kim said doubtfully.
And her brother is the unpleasant but not altogether bright gentleman who 
arranged for my wagon to be broken into, thus beginning our acquaintance. And he 
obviously knows considerably more than he has any right to. Someone is playing a 
very deep game, I wonder whether its him or her?
I dont see as it matters, Hunch said. Ooever it is, we adnt ought to stay 
ere tonight.
For once, Hunch, I believe you are right, Mairelon said Hunchs jaw dropped 
Mairelon did not notice; he was digging through the drawers in search of 
something Not finding it, he went to the door of the room and opened it. None 
of us will stay the night at the inn. Hi, landlord! Bring me up a pen and some 
paper.
I thought you said we werent stayin, Kim said, bewildered.
We are not staying the night There is no reason not to stay the afternoon; its 
a long drive to Swafflton, and the ladies will more than likely be shopping for 
hoursBesidesah, thank you, landlord.
The innkeeper had arrived, carrying a scruffy-looking quill, an inkpot, and a 
sheet of paper. Mairelon took them with a charming smile and shut the door in 
his face. Besides, I dont expect this to take long, he finished, setting the 
implements on the table.
What are you goin to do about Stower? Kim asked as Mairelon made a face at 
the quill, dipped it in the inkpot, and began covering the paper with flowing, 
spidery letters.
I am going to do nothing whatever, for the time being at least, Mairelon 
answered He wrote another three lines and set the quill aside. No sand? Our 
landlord seems singularly unprepared for Quality clientele, can it be that he 
seldom has any? He picked the page up by one corner and waved it through the 
air to dry the ink.
Id better go back to London, then, Kim said.
You will do no such thing. Hunch is the one who is going to London Hell be 
quite all right, this Laverham fellow isnt looking for him. He folded the note 
and handed it to Hunch, who scowled and chewed absently on one end of his 
mustache. Hire a horse and change whenever you have to. I dont want any more 
time wasted. Give this to Shoreham and tell him what weve found out so far. 
Ive asked him to learn what he can about Laverham, Marston, Stower, and Fenton; 
stay til he has an answer to send. Hell be quicker about it if he knows youre 
waiting.
Hunchs scowl lessened slightly during this speech, but his expression remained 
gloomy. All right, Master Richard But you aint staying ere, are you?
After what I have heard, I have not the slightest intention of doing so, 
Mairelon said with evident sincerity.
Hunch chewed more vigorously, and his frown returned. You aint going to do 
nothing dreadful while Im gone, are you?
That depends to some extent on how long you take, doesnt it? Mairelon said, 
rising. Come along, lets break it gently to the landlord that his newest 
guests are leaving already. I doubt that hell be pleased.
The innkeeper was not nearly as unhappy about their abrupt departure as Mairelon 
had predicted, primarily because Mairelon informed him casually that he would, 
of course, pay for the rooms he had bespoken even though he would not remain to 
use them. He then hired a gig with which to drive to the next town and agreed to 
pay for the stabling of the horses until they could be sent for. A large purse 
changed hands; Kim had not known there was so much money in the wagon, and she 
wondered what else she had missed.
Three people were a tight fit in a gig, but they managed. Kim was almost 
grateful to be squashed between Hunch and Mairelon,they hid her very 
effectively from view on either side, and with her cap pulled low and her head 
tucked down she felt that Jack Stower was unlikely to recognize her, even if he 
should suddenly appear from around a corner.
Fortunately for Kims peace of mind, Jack was nowhere to be seen, and once they 
were out of the village she relaxed a little. Mairelon was silent during the 
drive, staring out over the fields and hedges with an absent expression that 
made her think he was not really seeing any of them. Hunch chewed rhythmically 
on his mustache and scowled at the horse, casting intermittent glances in 
Mairelons direction but saying nothing.
There was no one in sight when they reached the woods where they had left the 
wagon, for which Kim was grateful. She was tired of juggling roles; she did not 
want to have to think about whether she was supposed to be pretending to be a 
Tiger or a horseboy or a magicians assistant. She was tired of silent, empty 
spaces and the strange sounds and smells of the woods. She wanted London, and 
she realized that that, more than fear of what Jack Stowers presence might 
mean, was her real reason for suggesting she should go back
She was still pondering this revelation as she stood beside Mairelon and watched 
Hunch drive briskly off. Good, Mairelon murmured. If he keeps up that pace, 
hell be in London by tomorrow morning. He looked down at Kim. Dont just stand 
there, come along. We have a great deal to do, and we had better get to it.
I thought we were goin to wait for Hunch to get back before we did anything, 
Kim said, all her homesickness swept away by a sudden wave of foreboding.
Whatever gave you that idea? Mairelon said in a tone of mild astonishment. If 
we dont do anything, St. Clair will have the platter by tomorrow evening, and I 
cant have that. No, were going to have a good meal and get a few things ready 
and then have a good nap, so that well be wide awake to burgle Bramingham Place 
at two this morning.
He turned and marched cheerfully toward the wagon, leaving Kim to stand staring 
after him openmouthed. She muttered a curse and plunged after him, already more 
than half resigned to the prospect. If Mairelon wanted to burgle Bramingham 
Place, burgle it he would, with or without her help. On the whole, she thought 
she would rather it be with, but she was not going to give up without an 
argument. Spluttering objections that she expected would be useless, she 
followed Mairelon into the wagon.
Twelve
Bramingham Place was an enormous, rambling house that seemed to spread out in 
all directions. Mairelon, lurking with Kim behind an overgrown topiary duck 
while they waited for the last lights inside to be put out, explained in a 
whisper that building new wings had been a tradition in the Bramingham family 
for two centuries, hence the erratic sprawl. Kim wondered what they did with all 
the space. From the took of it, the house was larger than the entire village of 
Ranton Hill, and that was without considering the stables and gatehouse.
The last of the windows went dark, and Mairelon started forward with an 
exclamation of relief. Kim grabbed at his sleeve. Give em time to fall 
asleep she hissed.
Its all right, the librarys at this end. Theyre far enough away that they 
wont hear a thing, Mairelon whispered back. You did say Bramingham was 
keeping the Saltash Platter in the library?
Thats what he told the druid cove, but what if he was gammoning him?
We wont know til we go find out, will we? She could hear the smile in his 
voice, though it was too dark to see it clearly. Shall we?
Kim sighed. How can you be so sure the librarys at this end of the house?
Even in the darkness she could see him stiffen. I stayed with the Braminghams 
once, some years back, Mairelon said in a voice devoid of expression. Just 
before the Saltash Set was stolen. I remember the visit  very well indeed.
Oh.  Kim searched for something to say, without success. She shrugged. All 
right, then, lets bite the ken. But this is my lay, remember, dont go off on 
your own, or youll muck up the whole thing.
After you, Mairelon murmured, bowing. Kim shook her head, only half 
understanding, and slid through the night toward the house.
It was not, after all, much different from the jobs she had done so long ago in 
London. The house was bigger by far, but that was all. Mairelon pointed the way 
to a pair of long French doors near the room they wanted. Kim reached for the 
bit of wire hidden in her sleeve and opened the lock with a few deft twists of 
her wrist. They slipped inside, and Mairelon closed the doors softly behind 
them.
They were in a spacious sitting room. Kim could see the dim shapes of chairs and 
tiny tea tables scattered all around, deeper shades of darkness in the dark. 
Mairelon pointed toward a door in the opposite wall. Kim nodded and made a 
gesture which she hoped he would correctly interpret as a warning to be careful. 
Then she began picking her way across the room.
Three nerve-racking minutes later they reached the door. It was locked, but the 
mechanism was no more of a challenge than the one on the French doors had been. 
Kim had it open in a few seconds. On the other side was a hallway, thickly 
carpeted. Motioning Mairelon to keep to the center, Kim stepped cautiously into 
the hall.
The library was the second door on the left. It was unlocked, and Kim suppressed 
a snort of derision. That was gentry for you: theyd lock up half the doors and 
leave the rest wide open. They always picked the wrong half to lock, too. She 
pushed the door slowly inward, listening for creaking hinges. The door made no 
sound, and a moment later they were in the library with the door closed behind 
them.
Well done! Mairelon breathed in her ear, and she jumped. You were 
particularly quick with that last door.
Dont do that, she whispered back. I was quick because it wasnt locked.
Not locked? Mairelon paused, and she could almost hear him thinking.
Not locked, Kim repeated firmly. And this aint no time to chat. Find that 
thing youre lookin for and lets get out of here.
Well never find it in the dark, Mairelon said. A moment, please. He 
muttered a word.
A ball of cold, silver light the size of Kims fist sprang into being just over 
Mairelons head, casting threatening, sharp-edged shadows all around. Kim 
blinked, biting back a protest, and looked quickly about her. The library was a 
long room with bookcase-lined walls; its center was fall of large chairs covered 
with needlework in bright colors that the silver light bleached to bearable 
pastels. A small table stood beside each chair on thin, fragile legs. Heavy 
curtains of a dark crimson shut out the light from the windows, unlike those in 
the sitting room, these came only to the bottom of the window. Below them, short 
bookcases alternated with glass boxes set on legs. Kim stared, then realized 
that these must be the display cases to which Henry Bramingham had referred.
Mairelon crossed to the windows and walked rapidly along them. He stopped a 
third of the way from the end and beckoned, Here it is! he whispered, and the 
strange silver light made an exultant mask of his face.
The Saltash Platter was a tray nearly two feet long, heavily ornamented around 
the edge with the same pattern of fruits and flowers and vines Kim had seen on 
the bowl in Mairelons wagon. At either end a rope of vines twisted away from 
the edge and then back again, forming a handle. The silver shone brilliantly in 
the cold light, even through the glass of the display case. Kim looked at the 
case more closely. The top was hinged in back, and there was an unobtrusive gold 
lock at the front edge.
Kim pulled out her wire and paused, remembering what had happened when she tried 
to poke through Mairelons chest. Of course, it wasnt the lock that had been 
enchanted, but still She frowned and tugged at the lid, testing the strength of 
the lock. It opened easily, cutting short Mairelons impatient query, They 
looked at each other across the case, and Kim saw her own misgivings reflected 
in Mairelons uneasy expression. Magic? she whispered.
Possibly, Mairelon said softly. The sharp shadows magnified his frown. If it 
is, touching the platter will set it offBe quiet for a moment while I check.
He reached down, hands hovering just above the open case. The air grew heavy, 
and Kim held her breath, waiting for an explosion.
A soft crash sounded from the next room, and Mairelon jerked his hands away from 
the display case. He and Kim froze, and in the silence heard a well-muffled thud 
from the hall.
We better get out of here! Kim said, and started down the long room toward the 
door.
Not that way; theres no time, Mairelon said, grabbing her arm. He gestured, 
and the light that hovered over his head shrank to a pinpoint, then he went 
swiftly to the bookshelf along the nearest wall. Boccaccio, Boccaccio, he 
murmured. Where are
Kim stared in astonishment as Mairelon reached out and tilted two books outward. 
She heard a small click, and then the sound of someone fumbling at the library 
door made her glance fearfully over her shoulder The curtains were too short to 
hide behind. Perhaps if she curled up in a chair, she would be overlooked, but 
what about Mairelon? She turned back and almost forgot her fear in complete 
amazement.
Inside, quickly! Mairelon said. An entire section of the bookcase had swung 
outward, revealing a narrow, cupboard-like opening behind it. Kim pulled herself 
together and darted inside, Mairelon squeezed in after her, pulling the 
bookshelf to behind him. The silver light winked out.
Cracking a ken with a real magician certainly had advantages, Kim thought to 
herself as she wriggled into a more comfortable position. That book-achoo spell 
was one shed have to be sure to learn. She felt Mairelon fumble at the wall and 
thought he was trying to latch the bookshelf in place Then he breathed a nearly 
soundless sigh, and with a soft scraping a small panel slid aside, giving them a 
thin slot above a row of books through which to view the room they had just 
quitted with such haste.
Someone was moving slowly among the chairs, carrying a small dark-lantern that 
was three-quarters shuttered. The lantern beam swung toward them, and Kim 
wondered whether the bearer had heard Mairelon lower the panel. She heard a 
snort, and the contemptuous whisper Mice! and then the dark blob went on 
toward the display cases The figure raised the dark-lantern and bent forward to 
peer through the glass, and for a moment his face was visible. Kim stiffened and 
stifled a gasp; it was Jack Stower again.
Mairelon put a warning hand on her shoulder. Angrily she shook it off. She 
wasnt such a flat as to make a noise that might reveal their presence, no 
matter how startled she was. Frowning, she watched Stower work his way slowly up 
the row of display cases toward the one that held the Saltash Platter.
Without warning, the library door swung wide. A pool of flickering amber light 
spilled through it, and an irritated masculine voice said, Stuggs? Is that you? 
Confound it, where is the man?
Jack Stower whirled, clutching his lantern, just as Jasper Marston, wearing a 
black and crimson brocade dressing gown and carrying a branch of candlesticks, 
strolled through the door. Stuggs? Marston said again, and then he saw Jack.
The two men stood staring at each other for a long moment; then a slow, deep 
voice from the hallway broke the stunned silence. Right ere, govnor An 
enormous figure loomed into view behind Marston. Stower cursed. He whirled and 
jerked the curtains from the nearest window aside, then yanked at the latch. The 
window did not budge
Marston, shaking himself free of his paralysis at last, started forward (none 
too rapidly, Kim noted with scorn), brandishing the candlesticks like a weapon. 
Hes trying to steal the platter! he cried. Stop him, Stuggs!
The figure in the hallway ran forward. He was unusually fast on his feet for a 
big man, but he had too much distance to cover and there were too many obstacles 
in the way.
Stower, after one terrified look backward, hurled his dark lantern through the 
stubborn window, snatched up the fallen curtains to keep from being slashed by 
the fragments of glass and broken window slats, and scrambled out, tipping over 
the nearest display case in his hurry.
Stuggs lunged after the fleeing Stower and grabbed his feet as the rest of him 
disappeared out the window. Kim heard a muffled howl of rage and fear, and 
Stower kicked backward. Stuggs lost his balance and crashed into another display 
case, his fingers still locked around one of Jacks boots, while the last of 
Jack Stower vanished.
Jasper picked his way across the broken glass to the window and squinted out it 
Kim could hear distant noises; it sounded as if the commotion had roused the 
household, and somewhere a dog had begun to bark. Jasper did not seem aware of 
it. He turned and frowned at Stuggs. Hes gone! Why couldnt you hold him?
is bootlace broke, Stuggs said mildly. I got to and it to you, govnor, you 
ad it right about that there bowl being valuable. But you ought to ave told me 
there was other coves after it besides us.
This is the platter, not the bowl, you idiot, Jasper Marston said. But I 
suppose I should thank you for reminding me what we came for. He left the 
window and went straight to the display case containing the platter. He set the 
candlesticks down on the nearest table and beckoned to Stuggs. Come here and 
open the lock, hurry, before someone else gets here.
As Kim had done, Stuggs tested the lid and made the same Discovery. It aint 
locked.
Not locked? That fellow we chased off must have opened it! We arrived just in 
time. Give it to me.
No! a familiar voice said in dramatic tones from the smashed window. Kims 
eyes widened. What was the head of the druid group doing at Bramingham Place?
What Marston turned his head and froze in mid-sentence.
Framed in the shattered glass and dangling splinters of the window were a mans 
head and shoulders. The mans eyes gleamed from the openings of a black mask, 
and a dark high-crowned hat covered his hair. His form was hidden beneath a 
driving cloak with several short capes, but the tone and timbre of his voice 
were unmistakable. You are too late to further defile the Sacred Dish! Bring it 
to me, at once!
Kim bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud. She should have guessed that 
Jonathan Aberford would be after the platter, the same as everyone else. This 
was becoming altogether too much like a Drury Lane comedy. Mairelon seemed to 
think so, too; she could feel him shaking in silent amusement. She hoped they 
would both be able to control themselves. It wouldnt be funny at all if they 
were caught.
Now, look here Marston began.
Jonathan raised a hand, and Kim saw the glint of candlelight on metal. Her 
amusement died instantly. Bring it to me! Jonathan commanded.
Put that down, you young chub, Stuggs said. Pistols aint a thing to go 
waving around like that.
Bring me the dish! Jonathan cried. I wont have any more delay! He waved his 
pistol again. Bring
Abruptly the masked face vanished from the window. There was a crash and the 
almost simultaneous sound of a pistol shot. Stuggs cursed and ran to the window. 
A moment later he pulled his head back inside and shook it in wonder. Silly 
chub was standing on a bucket, an it tipped over, he said. The pistol must 
ave gone off when e fell.
Never mind! Jasper said. Help me hide this before someone else comes in.
Whats going on? a voice boomed from the doorway. Hi, Marston! Looks like 
youve had a bit of a turnup.
I dont care what hes been having, Mr. Bramingham, I wont have him making 
such dreadful noises in my house, said a shrill female voice from farther along 
the hallway. Hes wakened all the guests and the servants, and I wont have it. 
Even if he is your brother, Amelia, dear.
Too late, Stuggs said in a resigned tone as the occupants of Bramingham Place, 
in various states of deshabille, began pouring into the library.
Thirteen
The first person through the door was an older, heavier version of Henry 
Bramingham. Kim assumed he was the owner of the estate. Behind him came several 
other men in dressing gowns and a partially dressed footman carrying more 
candles. They were followed in turn by the ladies of the house, caps askew and 
clutching their dressing gowns about them, determined to miss nothing of 
whatever scandalous goings-on had been discovered.
Jasper dropped the platter onto the seat of a nearby sofa where it would be 
temporarily hidden by the back. Housebreakers, thats what happened, 
Bramingham, he said, waving at the broken window and the chaos of shattered 
glass and broken furniture below. I, ah, came down for a book and interrupted 
them
Housebreakers! A plump, grey-haired woman wrapped in layers of ruffles 
stiffened indignantly. At my house party! I wont have it, Mr Bramingham!
Of course not, my dear, the heavy man said, patting her arm. Good job, 
Marston; I see youve caught one. He eyed Stuggss bulk with evident misgiving. 
He looks a desperate Rogue. Just hold him off a minute more, til Henry gets 
here with the shotgun.
What? No, no, Bramingham, thats not a burglar, Jasper said, clearly taken 
aback. Thats my man, Stuggs.
Jasper! Lady Granleigh pushed her way to the front of the crowd and came 
toward him across the room, hands outstretched, Dear boy, were you injured? 
Her expression was at variance with her concerned tone, and as she came nearer, 
Kim saw her soundlessly mouth the words. Did you get it?
Yes, said Jasper. I mean no, not at all. Ah, Amelia . . . He gestured toward 
the sofa
Amelia glanced down. She looked at Jasper and rolled her eyes heavenward. The 
very thought of your ordeal makes me feel faint, she declared, and sat down on 
top of the tray, spreading out her robe so that it was completely hidden.
Clever woman, Mairelon murmuredPity shes not on our side.
Shh! Kim hissed. You want to get us caught?
Amelia, dear! Mrs. Bramingham said, hurrying over.
Faint? Lady Granleigh never faints! a bluff voice said, and a 
distinguished-looking man pushed his way through the crowd of servants and 
visitors. He was fully dressed, which perhaps accounted for his tardiness, and 
there was mud on his boots. Im afraid they got away, Bramingham, he said. 
That boy of yours is still chasing them, but I dont see that he has much 
chance of catching up with them in the dark.
Mrs. Bramingham gave a faint, lady-like shriek. Henry! My son is out there with 
those villains? I wont have it! Bring him back at once, Mr, Bramingham.
Of course, my dear, Mr. Bramingham said, making not the slightest move to do 
so. Did you see them yourself, Lord Granleigh?
Somebody was running off through the woods, Lord Granleigh replied. I doubt 
that anyone got a good look at him, though. Now, whats this about Lady 
Granleigh fainting? Youre not ill, are you, my dear?
I shall be quite all right in a moment, Lady Granleigh said, leaning back 
against the cushions. She looked nervous, and Kim wondered whether her husband 
knew that she and her brother were trying to steal Henrys tray.
I can carry you up to your room, Lord Granleigh offered, plainly concerned.
No, no, I shall do much better here, Lady Granleigh assured him, Perhaps if 
you sent Marianne to me . . ,
Mademoiselle Marianne is in the saloon, having the hysterics. 
Heads turned toward a lovely young woman standing in the doorway. A lace cap lay 
like a snowflake on her auburn hair, and the pale green wrap that covered her 
nightdress set off her slender figure better than a ball gown. Kim felt Mairelon 
stiffen. Rene? he breathed in tones of horrified disbelief.
Me, I do not see that having the hysterics is of any use whatever, and I have a 
great wish to know whether we are to be murdered in our beds, so I have left her 
with her maid, the auburn vision went on. I think that her maid is very nearly 
as silly as she is, so they will go on well together. What has happened?
A confused babble of voices greeted this question. Lady Granleigh objected that 
her dear Marianne was not in the least silly; Mrs. Bramingham offered some 
complaint about her son; Jasper launched into a highly colored and very jumbled 
account of the way in which he had run the ruffians off, Mr. Bramingham made a 
series of vague and contradictory statements that seemed intended to be 
reassuring. The auburn-haired woman listened with an appearance of polite 
interest, though it was impossible to understand more than one word in six. 
Finally Mr. Bramingham put a stop to it.
Enough! he roared. Miss DAuber, I must apologize, it has been a very trying 
night.
So the auburn-haired woman was the infamous Rene DAuber, whom Mairelon had 
gone to visit the night before they left London! Kim could not keep from 
glancing in the magicians direction, but it was too dark in the cupboard to 
make out his expression. Frowning a little, she returned to her contemplation of 
the scene in the library.
It seems to me that of a certainty someone has been trying something tonight, 
Mademoiselle DAuber said into the silence that followed Mr Braminghams bellow. 
But I do not yet know what.
Mr. Bramingham attempted a gallant bow, the effect of which was somewhat spoiled 
by the belt of his dressing gown, which chose that moment to come undone and 
flap around his knees. Nothing that need cause you concern, Miss DAuber.
Father! Henry Bramingham burst into the room with a nod and a quick Beg 
pardon as he passed Rene DAuber. His eyes were bright with excitement, and in 
one hand he held a dirt-covered pistol. Bits of earth and grass dropped from the 
pistol to the carpet as he waved it triumphantly before the eyes of the 
assembly. We didnt catch him, but we found this on the South Walk.
Henry! shrieked his mother. What do you mean by bringing that filthy object 
into the library I told you he had a gun! Jasper said. Coo! whispered one 
of the housemaids, who was standing wide-eyed in a corner, drinking in the 
uproar.
Henry, youre upsetting the ladies, Mr. Bramingham said. 
Im sorry; I didnt think. Henry looked down at the pistol as if he would have 
liked to hide it under his coat.
Mademoiselle DAuber s eyebrows rose. I see that Mademoiselle Marianne is 
perhaps not so foolish as I thought, unless your South Walk grows pistols, which 
is a thing unlikely. But do you say that this person has escaped?
Nothing to worry about, Miss DAuber, Mr. Bramingham said. If youll just let 
us handle this
But I do not see that you are handling it, Rene DAuber pointed out, And 
perhaps this villain has a second pistol and will come back to kill us all in 
our beds! I do not at all like this idea, me, and I will not spend another night 
in this house
Oh, no. Mademoiselle DAuber, you mustnt leave! Mrs Bramingham turned in 
distress from her unwelcomed ministrations to Lady Granleigh. Why, youve only 
just arrived!
I shall leave in the morning, Rene announced, and swept out of the room.
There! See what youve done! Mrs. Bramingham said crossly to Henry after a 
moments silence.
What Ive done! The look Henry gave his mother was full of righteous 
indignation. I didnt break into the library and smash up the display cases. I 
didnt go dropping pistols in the South Walk. I suppose youd rather I hadnt 
chased off the fellow who did!
I believe I am going to faint, Lady Granleigh announced loudly. The company 
turned to look at her and she sank back against the sofa, fanning herself with 
one hand. If I could have a little peace, she said in failing tones, I might 
be able to recover.
Of course, Amelia, dear! Mrs. Bramingham said. Mr. Bramingham, take these 
people into the green saloon. Ill just get my heartshorn
Alone, Lady Granleigh said with amazing firmness for a purported invalid.
But, Lady Granleigh Mr Bramingham began, frowning.
Very well, Lady Granleigh sighed, cutting him off. If you insist, I will 
allow Jasper to remain in case those villains reappear. But I must have quiet.
But Mr. Marston was going to explain
Lady Granleigh raised a hand to her head. Can it not wait?
Mr Bramingham blinked, then shook his head. Yes, of course. Lady Granleigh, as 
you say. Come along, my dear. Henry, take that thing to the morning room; Ill 
come by in a minute or two. Come along, everyone, we must let Lady Granleigh 
recover.
Lord Granleigh gave his wife a penetrating look, but allowed himself to be 
shepherded out of the room along with the rest. Only Jasper and his man Stuggs 
remained behind. As the door closed behind the crowd, Lady Granleigh stood up 
briskly.
Ah, Amelia, hadnt you betterI mean, what if someone comes back in and sees 
you! Jasper stuttered. Youre supposed to be in a faint.
I am not going to sit on that object for another instant, Lady Granleigh 
replied. And if it had not been for your ineptitude, I would not have had to. 
What possessed you to rouse the household like this?
I didnt rouse the household, and if youd listen for half a minute, youd know 
it, Jasper said bitterly. It was that Bedlamite in the domino with his pistol 
and his
I am not interested in excuses, Lady Granleigh interrupted. There will be 
time for that later. Right now we must decide what to do with this platterWe 
cant just carry it up to your room, you know. The halls are full of servants; 
it will be hours before things settle down.
My room? Why my room? Youre the one who was invited for the house party. 
Youve got that hulking great wardrobe and at least two dressing tables to hide 
the thing in. Im just an overnight guest; all I have is a shaving stand.
You have neither a husband nor an abigail to pry into your things. I, on the 
other hand
I should hope not! Jasper said. Then he looked at his sister and snorted. And 
if Stephen Granleigh has ever pried in your things, Ill  Ill eat my 
cravat.
If you dare to so much as hint any such thing about Stephen, I shall feed it to 
you myself, Lady Granleigh retorted. Stephen is the soul of honor.
Too honorable for his own good, Jasper muttered. His sister gave him a warning 
look, and he scowled. Well, he is, and you know it, or why did you drag me into 
this mess in the first place? Granleigh stands to benefit as much as you do if 
he recovers the platter, but he wouldnt stand this havey-cavey nonsense for a 
minute. His expressive wave included the platter, the shattered window, the 
open display case, and his sister.
Lady Granleigh flushed. That is not the point, and you are wasting time. What 
are we going to do with this platter?
Throw it out the window, Jasper said in a sulky tone.
Dont be ridiculous, Jasper. There are still people combing the grounds in 
search of those housebreakers of yours; someone would be sure to find it before 
we could recover it.
Why dont you ide it beind some of them books? Stuggs suggested.
Lady Granleigh gave him a scornful look, but as no better idea was forthcoming, 
she and Jasper set to work removing books from one of the shelves. Unfortunately 
they did not think to check the platter against the size of the shelf before 
they did so, and when they tried to balance it on its edge against the wall, it 
proved too tall. They were forced to remove it and replace the books, 
reproaching each other viciously the entire time.
In the end, they hid the platter under the sofa cushions. Lady Granleigh was not 
altogether pleased with this solution, and warned Jasper several times that he 
must make certain to remove it before the maids came to straighten up.
And on no account are you to allow Mr. Bramingham and the others to search this 
room, she added.
How am I supposed to stop them?
I leave that to you. Now, I think it is time I recovered enough to return to my 
room. You may escort me After that, I suggest you rejoin Mr. Bramingham and tell 
them your Story. You,she gave Stuggs a withering lookhad best stand guard 
outside the library door. It will look well, and that way we can be sure no one 
will come in and accidentally discover the platter before we have a chance to 
move it. Your arm, Jasper.
The three conspirators went slowly out of the library, Lady Granleigh clinging 
to her brothers arm as if she were about to collapse. The door closed behind 
them, and the room was empty at last.
Kim stirred, then poked Mairelon gently, somewhat surprised that he had not 
unlatched the bookcase door of their refuge. She felt him start at her touch. He 
let out a long breath and closed the little panel through which they had been 
looking. Kim felt him make a series of small movements, and then the bookcase 
swung wide
Moonlight dribbled through the broken window, making Mairelons magical light 
unnecessary. Kim darted out and began pulling cushions off the sofa Mairelon 
pushed the bookcase back into place and followed, but more slowly. Hurry up 
Kim whispered. We aint got much time.
Yes, Mairelon said. I know. He picked up the last of the cushions and threw 
it viciously to the floor. Kim winced, glad that it had landed on the carpet and 
not knocked anything over. Even a small noise was likely to attract attention, 
now that the house was alerted.
Mairelon reached down and curled his hands around the handles of the platter. A 
moment later, he let go and stood staring down at it, a grim expression on his 
face.
Someone got here before us, he said in a low, tight voice. This is a 
forgery.
A forgery? You mean it aint the right snag?
Exactly. Mairelon turned away. We had better be going.
Kim looked back at the platter and hesitated. Are you sure? Thats real silver, 
Ill go bail. And it looks a lot like that bowl of yours.
The silvers real enough, and youre right about the pattern, but its not the 
Saltash Platter, Mairelon replied. It wouldnt fool any magician for an 
instant, once he got close enough to lay hands on the thing.
All right, as long as youre sure. Kim went to the broken window and peered 
out. Dont see nobody. Lets pike off.
We cant do it fast enough to suit me, Mairelon murmured, and waved her on.
Fourteen
Kim and Mairelon had no difficulty in evading the searchers who were still 
scattered here and there on the grounds of Bramingham Place. The servants were 
spread out and the lanterns they carried were visible for a long way, which made 
them easy enough to avoid, and there was plenty of cover among the hedges and 
trees of the sprawling gardens. Kim almost enjoyed dodging through the shrubbery 
and hiding in the formal borders.
The walk back to the wagon was long, cold, and silent. They kept to the roads, 
where the moonlight let them see to walk more easily. Mairelon seemed sunk in 
contemplation, and Kim was too tired to ask what he was thinking. When they 
reached the wagon at last it was nearly dawn. Kim fell into her makeshift bed at 
once, and was asleep before she had time to notice whether Mairelon was doing 
likewise.
She woke to full daylight and the sound of dishes rattling. Hunch? she said 
hazily, lifting her head to see over the mound of blankets she was huddled 
under.
Im afraid not, Mairelons voice said from near the door of the wagon. Hunch 
cant possibly be back before tonight, and I dont really expect him til 
tomorrow at the earliest. Youll have to put up with my cooking until then. 
Unless you have hidden skills? he added hopefully.
Gnngh, Kim said. She wormed one hand out from under the blankets and rubbed at 
her eyes. No.
Pity. Youd better come have breakfast before it gets cold.
Kim realized that she was hungry. Well, no wonder, shed done a days worth of 
walking since dinner last night, or at least it felt as if she had. She unwound 
herself reluctantly from the blankets and went out to correct the matter.
Mairelon was crouched over a smoky fire with a long stick in one hand. He was 
fishing for the handle of an iron pot that balanced precariously on top of two 
of the burning branches. Just in time. Bring the plates over.
I thought you said it would get cold, Kim said, picking up the plates. Smells 
to me more like its getting burned.
Cold, burned, whats the difference? Ah! Mairelon snagged the handle at last 
and lifted the pot out of the fire. He lowered it to the ground and picked up a 
spoon. How much do you want?
How much is there? Kim asked, eyeing the black pot dubiously.
More than enough for two, Mairelon assured her. I, ah, got a little earned 
away when I was adding things, I think. Here, take some. Im afraid there isnt 
any bread. Well just have to do without until tomorrow.
Kim frowned at the lumpy greyish blob on her plate, then Shrugged. She had eaten 
worse-looking meals in her life, and the worst any of them had done was to give 
her a stomachache. Hunchs savory stews were spoiling her She took a spoonful. 
It tasted burned.
Fortunately, Mairelon did not seem to expect her to give her opinion of his 
cooking. Kim ate slowly, sneaking glances at the magician when she thought he 
would not notice. He was unusually quiet, but perhaps that was just because 
Hunch was not there to glower and complain.
Mairelon caught her eye on her fourth or fifth glance. Have I sprouted horns or 
a third eye, or is it just that I have charcoal smeared on my forehead? he 
asked mildly.
No, Kim said. Rather than try to explain, she asked, How did you know that 
platter last night was sham?
Any magician would have. I thought I told you that.
You said you knew. You didnt say how.
Ah. Well, I knew because there wasnt any magic in it. Mairelon stared into 
the fire and swallowed another spoonful of his breakfast blob. When a wizard 
puts magic into an object, its generally because he wants the object to do 
something. That means the magic has to be accessible, and if its accessible it 
can be felt by other wizards. If the magic is destroyed or removed, it leaves 
traces, which can also be felt. The platter at Bramingham Place hadnt a 
farthings worth of magic in it, and it never had.
Kim frowned. But if any wizard who touched it would know it was a cheat, why 
would anyone bother makin a sham platter?
A good question. Possibly the forger wasnt a magician, and didnt realize 
there would be any difficulty passing it off as the real thing. Or perhaps she 
only wanted to keep people from realizing it was missing right away. After all, 
she couldnt have known thered be such a parade of burglars to blame it on.
She? Kim straightened, staring at Mairelon. You know who put it there?
I think so. Mairelon poked at his breakfast. Rene wasnt part of the parade, 
you see, and she has more than enough information to have had the platter 
copied. I cant think of any reason why shed have come to one of Harriet 
Braminghams house parties, either, except to steal the Saltash Platter. She 
hates house parties.
Rene? You mean that French lady? I thought she was a friend of yours, Kim 
said cautiously.
Mairelons laugh was without humor. So did I. But she must have been planning 
this for a long time, certainly since before we left London. So why didnt she 
tell me?
Maybe that Earl cove told her not to, Kim ventured.
Shoreham? Mairelon frowned, considering. I hardly think its likely. He 
wouldnt have sent me here if he knew Rene was going to have a go at it.
He might of
Might have.
Kim smothered a relieved sigh. If Mairelon was correcting her speech again, he 
must not be feeling quite so downhearted. He might have sent you anyway, if he 
wanted to get you out of London.
Mairelon looked up with an arrested expression. Quite True. In fact, it would 
be just like Edward. I wonder
His voice trailed off and he stared at the air above the fire. After a moment, 
he shook himself. Well, theres only one way to find out. Finish your 
breakfast, Kim. Youll want it.
Why? Kim said warily.
Mairelon gave her a winning smile. Youre going back to Bramingham Place, to 
take a message to Rene before she leaves.
Im what?
Well, I cant go. Gregory St. Clair is arriving today, and I dont dare chance 
his seeing me. Dont worry, youll do fine.
Kim rolled her eyes and went back to eating. Burned and blobby or not, it was 
safer than talking to Mairelon.
Two days of relatively dry weather had done wonders for the roads, at least as 
far as travel on foot was concerned. Water still stood at the bottoms of the 
deepest ruts, and wagons and carriages continued to have a rough, sloppy time of 
traveling, but the edges of the lanes gave only a little under Kims feet and no 
mud dragged at her boots to make walking a weary chore. If she had not been so 
worried about the task Mairelon had set her, she might even have enjoyed the 
walk.
Message for Miss DAuber, sir, she muttered under her breath. The master said 
I was to give it only to her.
She frowned, wondering whether she sounded flash Enough. Remembering the words 
wasnt hard, but the rhythms and the slightly different pronunciation Mairelon 
had insisted on were difficult indeed. And what if someone started asking her 
questions? She had some chance of getting the accent right for the sentences 
shed practiced, but could she keep it up if she had to say anything else?
Firmly, Kim dismissed her doubts. She had agreed to run this rig, and fretting 
wouldnt make success any more likely than it already was. Practice, on the 
other hand Message for Miss DAuber, Kim repeated in a low voice. The master 
said I was to give it only to her. Message for Miss DAuber.
So intent was she on her muttered repetitions that she did not hear the sounds 
of the approaching carriages until they were almost on her. A shout and the 
crack of a whip startled her into attention at last, and she glanced over her 
shoulder. Two high-perch phaetons were heading full tilt along the road, side by 
side. Their drivers crouched intently over their reins, shifting their weight 
automatically to compensate for the dangerous sway of their vehicles, oblivious 
to everything save their horses and each other. The one on the left pulled 
ahead, but his advantage was a matter of inches. The other drivers arm rose and 
fell, cracking his whip, and his horses leaped forward, bringing him even with 
the left-hand phaeton once more.
Kim dove for the ditch, praying that these Bedlamites wouldnt overturn or run 
off the road until they had gone safely past her. The thudding of the horses 
hooves and the rumble of the carriage wheels grew louder, then passed by above 
her in a spray of water, mud, and flying gravel. As the sound began to fade, Kim 
looked up and saw the phaetons vanish around a curve in the road ahead, both of 
them still moving with furious speed.
She spat a curse after them as she picked herself up. Her left foot had landed 
in the muddy water at the bottom of the ditch, and some of it had gotten into 
her boot. The knees of her good breeches were wet and smeared with dirt and 
grass, and her hands were scratched and gritty. She cursed again and brushed 
herself off as best she could, then resumed walking, hoping darkly that 
something would teach those madmen a lesson. Maybe one of them would overturn 
his carnage and break a leg. Maybe both of them would.
As she drew near the curve, she heard shouts ahead. Prudently, she stepped off 
the road in case the phaetons were returning. The noises did not sound as if 
they were moving in her direction, but Kim took no chances. She trudged along 
the side of the ditch, sliding on the grass from time to time, until she rounded 
the curve and got a clear view of the road ahead. She stopped short.
Her wish had been granted one of the phaetons had indeed overturned. It lay in a 
tangle of harness and broken wheels across the side of the road, while its 
owner, scowling ferociously and muddy to the eyebrows, tried to calm his 
frightened horses. On the opposite side of the road, a coach-and-four lay half 
in, half out of the ditch. A liveried postillion was tugging at the door of the 
coach, unconscious of the blood trickling down his face from a cut above his 
eye. His efforts only made the coach rock precariously. A second postillion was 
doing his best to control the four coach horses, which were plunging and rearing 
in a manner that threatened to reduce harness pole, coach, and all to splinters. 
The coachman lay motionless on the far side of the ditch, evidently thrown from 
his seat when the coach tipped over.
A little farther on, in the exact center of the road, the second phaeton had 
drawn to a halt. The driver was concentrating on his horses, and despite her 
poor opinion of his good sense, Kim had to acknowledge that he knew how to 
handle a team. Anyone who could come through such a tangle as this had been, at 
the speed he had been traveling, in a vehicle as notoriously unstable as a 
high-perch phaeton, without overturning his carriage or losing control of his 
horses
Kim could think of one, or perhaps two, hackney drivers in London who might 
manage such a feat if they were lucky. This gentleman did not appear to have 
turned a hair
Burn it, Robert! The driver of the overturned phaeton backed up two hasty 
steps as one of the chestnut horses he was trying to calm half reared in the 
traces. If either of them is hurt
The master appears uninjured, the postillion at the carriage said, temporarily 
abandoning his pulling at the door to peer through the carriage window. And I 
believe John Coachman is not seriously hurt.
Not them, you imbecile, my chestnuts! the infuriated driver cried. Robert
I would be happy to help you, George, but I can hardly leave my horses, can I, 
Robert said, half turning without taking his attention from his restive greys. 
His voice and the outline of his face came together in Kims mind, and she 
recognized him as one of the druids she and Mairelon had spied on. Georges 
voice was familiar, too; he was probably another of them. Kim started to roll 
her eyes, only to be brought up short.
Who, exactly, is responsible for this outrage? said a cold, hard voice 
authoritatively.
Every drop of Kims blood seemed to congeal into ice. She knew that voice, she 
had fled from London to get away from its owner. First Jack Stower, now Dan 
Laverham, she thought in despair. She would never get away from them. She wanted 
to dive for the ditch and the hedge beyond, but she could not make her muscles 
obey her. It was all she could do to force her head to turn in the direction of 
the speaker. When she did, she suffered a second shock.
The tall man who was in the act of climbing out of the ruined coach was not Dan 
Laverham. He had the same narrow jaw and sharp eyes as Dan, and the same long 
nose, but his dark hair had less grey in it. Under the superfine coat he wore, 
his shoulders were broader and more muscular than Dans. He could have passed as 
Laverhams brother, if Laverham had had one who dressed like a toff, but he was 
not Dan Laverham. Relief made Kims knees feel weak.
Accident, not outrage, Robert said politely. I am Robert Choiniet, and my 
friend with the unspeakable chestnuts is George Dashville.
I take it you were racing on a public thoroughfare, the man from the coach 
snapped. You should be horsewhipped for such carelessness.
Possibly, Robert said with unimpaired calm. I doubt that anyone will do so, 
however. May I take a message to someone for you, sir? I must go by Stavely Farm 
first, but after that I am at your disposal.
Robert, you traitor George had finally succeeded in getting his animals under 
control, but his angry cry startled them into another round of sidling and 
head-tossing. You cant mean to go back to Austen and claim you Won!
Why not? Just because your driving was so bad that you overturned instead of 
merely losing by an inch or two?
Enough, The man from the coach spoke with a quiet deadliness. I have no 
interest in your disagreements, and you will oblige me by saving them for 
another time and place. He turned to Robert Choiniet. You will go by 
Bramingham Place and inform them that Lord St. Clair has met with an accident on 
the road. I trust you are capable of giving them sufficient directions. Beyond 
that, all I require of you is that you do not return.
I understand perfectly, sir, Robert said coldly. Give you good day.
He raised his hands a quarter of an inch. His horses sprang forward, eager to be 
away, and the phaeton swept off down the road. George Dashville stared after it, 
spluttering incoherently, while the Baron straightened his cravat and brushed at 
his coat and breeches Kim shook herself out of her daze and eased herself 
farther down the slope of the ditch. A low stone wall ran along the far side; if 
she could get over it, she had a good chance of getting around the entire muddle 
of men and carriages without being seen.
Her luck heldThe chestnut horses took exception to the Barons abrupt 
movements, and Georges efforts to keep them from bolting occupied both his 
attention and St. Clairs while Kim slid over the wall unnoticed. She bent over 
and crept along it, keeping her head tow despite her curiosity. She didnt want 
St. Clair to catch her, even if he wasnt Dan Laverham. From the way Mairelon 
acted, St. Clair was as bad as Dan. She didnt straighten up until the Barons 
caustic observations regarding Georges horsemanship began to fade with 
distance.
Fifteen
Kims back was sore and stiff from her long, crouched-over walk to avoid Baron 
St. Clair, so she took things easier on the last mile to Bramingham Place. Once 
she reached the drive leading up to the house, she slowed even further. She 
enjoyed looking about at the bushes through which she and Mairelon had dodged 
the night before, though the manicured lawn and meticulous placement of the 
trees made her nervous. Besides, she was in no real hurry to complete her 
errand.
Slow as she went, the house drew inexorably nearerKim sighed and straightened 
her jacket. She had better get this over with before her nerve failed her. She 
went up to the door and knocked.
The door opened at once, and Kim thought she saw a faint, fleeting expression of 
surprise on the face of the butler who had opened the door. Message for Miss 
DAuber, Kim said, touching her cap respectfully.
Very good. The butler held out his hand. The master said I was to give it 
only to her.
The butlers features stiffened into cold disapproval, but all he said was, I 
will see that she is informed. Wait here.
The door closed, leaving Kim standing on the step outside. Kim frowned at it. 
She had a vague idea that there was something not quite right about the butlers 
action, but her knowledge of gentry kens was limited to the most likely location 
of the silver. She shrugged. Wait, the man had said; well, she would wait, then. 
She sat on the step and stared out across the drive.
Several minutes later, Kim heard the door behind her open. She could practically 
feel the butlers disapproving stare digging into her spine, and smiled to 
herself. She twisted her head and shoulders around without rising and looked up 
with an expression of hopeful inquiry.
Miss DAuber will see you, the butler said. His mouth was turned down at the 
corners and he was standing rigidly erect, as if to make up for Kims 
informality.
Good, Kim said cheerfully, and scrambled to her feet. How soon will she get 
here?
The butler winced, She will see you in the green saloon. [ would not presume to 
say how soon. This way.
Kim tried to suppress a grin as she followed the butler. She was only partially 
successful, but as the mans back was toward her it did not really matter. He 
led her down a short hall and showed her into a large room with pale green walls 
and spindly-legged chairs covered in green-and-gold-striped silk. There were two 
gilded pier tables between the windows, each with a large gold-rimmed mirror 
hanging on the wall above it, and at the far side of the room stood a small 
writing desk.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Kim eyed the chairs dubiously. They did not 
look as if they were meant to be sat on, but the two footstools did not look any 
sturdier and she couldnt sit on the pier tables. She finally settled herself on 
a footstool, reasoning that if it collapsed under her she would be closer to the 
floor. She had hardly sat down before the door latch clicked again, and Rene 
DAuber walked into the room.
I am Mademoiselle Rene DAuber, she announced, frowning at Kim. You have a 
message for me, yes? Her auburn hair shone in the sunlight and her figured 
muslin morning dress was the height of elegance. Looking at her made Kim feel 
small and rumpled and unpleasantly aware of the dust and grass stains her 
clothes had acquired on her walk to Bramingham Place.
Yes, Kim said shortly. She rose and reached into her jacket for the letter 
Mairelon had given her. As she did, she saw Renes eyes widen.
But what is this? You are a girls! Of what is it that Monsieur Merrill is 
thinking?
You ask him, if you want to know, Kim said. French or not, this woman was 
altogether too fly for comfort. Kim scowled and tapped Mairelons letter with 
her forefinger. And howd you know this was from him?
It is of all things the most likely, Mademoiselle DAuber replied. Who else 
would know I was here? Also, I have been asking for him, and he would of course 
hear of it. It is unimportant. Give me the message.
Reluctantly Kim held the letter out to her. Mademoiselle DAuber took it and 
tore it open at once without stopping to took at the seal. She turned away as 
she began reading; a moment later Kim heard a brief exclamation in what was 
presumably French. Kim had no idea what the words meant, but the tone in which 
they were spoken was one of surprise rather than anger or annoyance.
Rene DAuber glanced over her shoulder at Kim, then returned to the letter, 
this time studying it with evident care. Kim wondered what Mairelon had said 
about her and what this Mademoiselle DAuber thought of it. She shifted 
uncomfortably, wishing she could sit down again but not daring to do so for fear 
of offending Mademoiselle DAuber.
Mademoiselle DAuber finished reading and turned back to face Kim. Of a 
certainty, this is not at all good, she said, waving the letter.
Thats what we thought, Kim said, emphasizing the we slightly.
To find the real platter becomes a thing most necessary, the Frenchwoman went 
on as if she had not heard. I do not at all see how we are to go about it.
We? Kim said.
But of course! It is why I am here, to help.
Kims frown returned. Hold on! I thought you was the one that nicked the real 
platter. Mairelon said nobody else could of got to it before we did.
Monsieur Merrill is not altogether right, Mademoiselle DAuber replied. I 
looked at Monsieur Braminghams so-remarkable platter yesterday afternoon, yes, 
but at once I saw that it was only a copy. I thought, me, that Monsieur Merrill 
had been very clever, but now I find that it was not him at all, but someone 
else. It is most annoying. This business is not well arranged, I think.
It aint no fault of ours, Kim muttered.
Rene had crossed to the writing desk and did not hear. I shall write something 
for you to carry back to Monsieur Merrill, she said, taking out a sheet of 
heavy, cream-colored paper. And you must take his letter with you as well. I 
will allow Madame Bramingham to persuade me to stay here for another day or two. 
 She made a face as she spoke, then shrugged and bent over the page.
Why do you want me to take Mairelons message away again? Kim asked.
But it would be most awkward if it were found! Mademoiselle DAuber said, 
writing busily. Monsieur Bramingham would of a certainty call the Bow Street 
Runners. He has already spoken of it. It was very foolish of Monsieur Merrill to 
take the copy of the platter, I think.
So Mairelons letter had not included all the details of the previous nights 
events! Kim considered the implications of that while Rene finished her letter, 
and she began to feel more cheerful. Why did you come
A moment. Mademoiselle DAuber sanded her letter, then folded it neatly and 
sealed it with a blob of wax, muttering under her breath as she did. Her voice 
was too soft for Kim to hear what she was saying, but each word had a sharp, 
crystalline quality that distance and muttering could not disguise. Kim 
remembered the spell that Mairelon had cast to test her truthfulness, and backed 
up a pace.
Mademoiselle DAuber finished and straightened up with a smothered sigh. She 
studied the paper for a moment, then turned and held it out to Kim along with 
Mairelons unfolded letter. Here; take this to Monsieur Merrill and tell him 
that I will be at the inn down in the village tomorrow morning at, oh, ten 
oclock precisely.
Kim nodded and took the letters, doing her best to hide her reluctance. Rene 
DAuber had put some sort of spell on that letter, Kim was sure of it. And she, 
Kim, was going to have to carry the thing all the way back to Ranton Hill at 
least, and maybe farther, if Mairelon had given up waiting at the inn and gone 
back to the wagon. Kim wasnt normally squeamish, not even about magic, but she 
didnt like not knowing what kind of spell she was carrying.
Mademoiselle DAuber watched closely as Kim stowed the letters away beneath her 
jacket, which did nothing to improve the state of Kims nerves. There is one 
thing more, the Frenchwoman said. She fixed her eyes on Kims face and said 
with great seriousness, It is of all things the most important that Monsieur 
Merrill not leave before I see him. You understand? So if he thinks to go, you 
must try to stop him. I think he will listen.
Be the first time, if he did, Kim said, shrugging. Ill tell him, though.
Good/ Rene DAuber gave Kim a long, measuring look, and Kim found herself 
wondering once again just what Mairelon had said about her in his letter. Then 
the Frenchwoman went to a long, embroidered bell pull and gave it a vigorous 
tug. A few moments later, the door opened and a footman stepped into the room. 
Mademoiselle?
See this boy out, Mademoiselle DAuber said.
Mademoiselle. The footman bowed. With a single, sidelong look at the enigmatic 
Frenchwoman, Kim followed him out of the room and down the hall to the door of 
Bramingham Place.
When Kim arrived back at the inn late that afternoon, she found Mairelon in the 
public room playing cards with Freddy Meredith. They were the rooms only 
occupants, and judging from the litter of coins near Mairelons left elbow, they 
had been at it for some time. An empty wine bottle lay on the floor beside the 
table, a second bottle, barely a third full, stood next to the pile of coins 
that had been wagered on the current hand.
Kim paused in the doorway, wondering what the magician could want with a 
cloth-head like Meredith. Her eyes nicked from one to the other, and she 
frowned. Both men were impeccably turned out, from the stiff folds of their 
cravats to their gleaming Hessian boots, they looked the perfect picture of a 
pair of gentry. That, Kim realized, was what was bothering her She had seen 
Mairelon in his gentry togs before, but she had never realized how well they 
suited him. No, not quite that, either. She had never realized how well the 
whole role suited him.
Still frowning, Kim stepped into the room. As she did, Meredith looked up and 
saw her He blinked blearily in her Direction. He was, Kim saw, more that a 
little bit on the go. Whos this, Merrill?
Mairelon turned. Kim! What news?
Message for you, sir, Kim said, remembering just in time that she was still 
playing the part of an errand boy.
Can it wait?
Kim hesitated. What on earth was she supposed to say to that? I think you 
should look at it, sir, she answered at last.
Ah, well Lets have it, then.  Mairelon held out a hand expectantly.
Kim froze. Uh She couldnt tell him straight out that Rene DAuber had set a 
spell on the letter, not with Freddy Meredith sitting there, but she couldnt 
let him open it without warning him, either. Sir, I, um
Bailey didnt write it down? I see. Mairelon shoved his chair away from the 
table and rose, tossing his cards face up as he did. Kim was relieved to see 
that there was nothing wrong with his balance or his speech, she had been afraid 
that he would be as bosky as his companion. Sorry, Meredith, but duty calls.
Meredith muttered something and began gathering up the coins from the center of 
the table. Mairelon scooped his own winnings into his hand and thrust them into 
one of his pockets, then turned and followed Kim out of the room.
Thats a relief! he said as the door shut behind him. I was wondering how to 
get out of there without winning too much from him. You caught on very quickly. 
Wheres Renes message?
Here. Kim took the sealed paper out of her jacket. She put a spell on it.
What? Nonsense! Theres no reason for her to do that. Mairelon twitched the 
note out of Kims hand and reached for the seal. He stopped, frowning, and set 
his forefinger gently against the dull red wax. Youre right, though, he said 
after a moments concentration.
Kim let out her breath in a soundless sigh of relief. Can you do anything about 
it?
Not here. Well have to take it back to the wagon.
You sure we should?
Mairelon looked irritated. Theres no other way to find out what shes done. 
Id also like to read whatever shes written, that is why you went to Bramingham 
Place, after all.
I was just askin.
Mairelon tucked the note into his breast pocket and started for the door. 
Theres no point in waiting. You can tell me what happened on the walk back. 
Come along.
Kim rolled her eyes, shook her head, and followed.
Between Kims desire to include every detail of her journey to Bramingham Place 
and Mairelons periodic interruptions, Kims tale took up most of the walk to 
the wagon. Mairelon commended Kim for avoiding the Baron St. Clair and frowned 
over his strong resemblance to Dan Laverham, but Kim could see that he was not 
giving her his full attention. When she began to speak of Bramingham Place and 
Rene DAuber, however, the magicians preoccupation vanished. Kim found this 
extremely annoying until she noticed Mairelons right hand rise to touch his 
breast pocket from time to time. He was more worried about that spell than he 
wanted to let on.
As soon as they reached the wagon, Mairelon began rummaging in the large chest. 
Kim sat on the floor beside the door and hugged her knees, watching with great 
interest. She was cold, tired, and very hungry, but she did not mention it She 
was, after all, used to being cold, tired, and hungry, and if she said anything, 
Mairelon might remember she was there and send her away while he read Renes 
letter.
Mairelon laid a white silk scarf and a small crystal globe on the counter and 
closed the lid of the trunk. He turned and spread the scarf out, smoothing it 
carefully until not a wrinkle remained. He drew Rene DAubers letter from his 
pocket and set it in the exact center of the scarf, with the blob of sealing wax 
facing him. Then he lifted the crystal globe with the tips of his fingers and 
set it on top of the letter. It showed a strong tendency to roll off the lumpy 
surface of the wax, but he got it positioned at last.
Finally he was satisfied He raised his hands slowly and extended them, cupping 
them around the precariously balanced globe without touching. it He bent his 
head and began to whisper. The words hissed and sizzled in the confined space of 
the wagon, rough and saw-edged. Kim held her breath.
Orange light flared from the crystal globe, and Rene DAubers voice filled the 
wagon. My friend, there are things that you must know, and even this means of 
communication is not entirely safe. I will meet you two hours before the time I 
told your young companion, in the hollow below the oak hill southwest of Ranton 
Hill. Do not fail me in this.
Slowly the orange light faded Mairelon stood motionless, staring down into the 
crystal, even after the last of the light was gone .Kim twisted to get a better 
look at his face and realized that he was not looking at the globe in front of 
him. His eyes were focused on empty air, and he was frowning.
Kim cleared her throat, then cleared it again Mairelon did not respond. At last 
she said loudly, Hey! Is that all?
What? Mairelon said, then shook his head and turned to look reproachfully at 
Kim. Dont ever interrupt a wizard in the middle of a spell, Kim. Magic 
requires a great deal of concentration, and breaking it can be very dangerous.
I wasnt interrupting a spell, Kim said. You were just thinkin, far as I 
could see.
Mairelon blinked and glanced at the crystal. Then he rolled it to one side and 
picked up Renes letter He stood staring at it for a moment, tapping it gently 
against his left hand, until Kim was afraid he was going to go back into a brown 
study. She tried to clear her throat again and started coughing in earnest as 
she inhaled something the wrong way.
This attracted Mairelons full attention at last, though his first inclination 
was to proffer cups of water instead of explanations. As soon as Kim got her 
breath back, she pushed the cup away and demanded, What was it that was takin 
you such a lot of thinkin on? You aint goin to meet that gentry mort like she 
says to, are you?
Meet Rene? Of course Im going to, Mairelon said. He looked down at the note, 
which he had still not read, and his frown returned. I was just wondering why 
she chose that particular place.
What particular place? Kim said, exasperated.
The hollow by the oak hill where those ridiculous druids had their ceremony 
the other night, Mairelon said. Feeling more the thing? Good, because were 
going to have a busy evening. I want to get a good look at that hollow while 
theres still light, and after thatwell, well see. Come along. He was out the 
door of the wagon before Kim could respond.
Hunch aint goin to like this, Kim muttered as she climbed to her feet.
Isnt, Mairelons voice corrected. A moment later his head reappeared in the 
open doorway. And since Hunch isnt here, it doesnt matter. Bring the lamp and 
the little sack in the corner, I may want them.  The head disappeared once 
more. Kim rolled her eyes, picked up the lamp and the sack Mairelon had 
indicated, and started after him.
Sixteen
For the rest of the afternoon, Kim and Mairelon tramped through the wood at the 
foot of the druids hill, peering under bushes and up into trees. Kim had only 
the vaguest idea what they were looking for, but after several attempts to pry 
an explanation out of Mairelon she gave up and simply copied him. 
Half-remembered warnings about mantraps and poachers made her move warily, but 
she found nothing. Mairelon seemed to do no better than she had, but he was 
preoccupied on the walk back to the wagon, and Kim was positive he had noticed 
something she hadnt.
At Mairelons insistence, Kim spent the evening working on her lessons. Her 
fingers were growing more used to the moves and twists that made coins seem to 
vanish from one hand and appear in the other, and she had mastered the art of 
tying knots that slid apart when the proper bit of rope was pulled, but she was 
not doing nearly so well at reading. She pored over the stubborn little black 
marks for hours, muttering to herself, while Mairelon prowled restlessly up and 
down the wagon Once she ventured a question about his meeting with Rene, but he 
was so completely uninformative at such length that she did not try again.
Mairelon was up at dawn the next morning, blundering around the limited space 
inside the wagon in a way that made sleep impossible for anyone else. Kim tried 
muffling her head under the blanket, but it was no good. Finally she gave up and 
rose, yawning, to see whether breakfast was one of the things Mairelon had been 
getting ready during his annoying rambles.
It wasnt. Kim had to make the porridge herself, which did not improve her mood. 
Her irritation increased further when she noticed that Mairelon had put on his 
flash togs, rather than his smock or stage clothes, to go to his meeting with 
Rene. He looked very well in them, which somehow annoyed Kim even more. To top 
things off, she didnt do much better with the porridge than Mairelon had the 
day before. Ill be glad when Hunch gets back, she muttered as she spooned the 
lumpy grey mixture into her bowl.
What? Not already Mairelon said. He glanced around hastily, then turned a 
reproachful expression on Kim. Dont scare me like that.
Kim stared at him in complete bewilderment. Whatre you talking about?
I thought you said that Hunch was back, Mairelon explained.
No, I said Id be glad when he was, Kim said. Then, in response to Mairelons 
skeptical expression, she added, So we can get some better grub.
Oh. Mairelon looked thoughtful. You have a point. Perhaps we should dine at 
the inn tonight if Hunch hasnt arrived by then. I rather hope he hasnt. 
Why? Hunch cooks better than that fat cove, Kim said.
If Hunch gets here today, itll be because hes in a hurry, Mairelon answered. 
And hell only hurry if he thinks Shorehams information is important. Id 
prefer not to have any startling news about any of the people connected with the 
Saltash Platter. Or its copy.
Kim mulled that over while she finished her porridge. She scraped the last few 
lumps from the sides of her bowl and surreptitiously shook them off her spoon 
and onto the ground beside the steps where she was sitting. She scowled down at 
the bowl, dropped her spoon into it with a muffled clink, and said, We ought to 
leave if you want to be the first one at that hill.
Yes, Mairelon said. Thank you for reminding me. He rose and brushed at his 
pants, as if to dispose of nonexistent crumbs. Practice that handkerchief trick 
while Im gone; you still havent got the last twist right.
You aint leavin me here! Kim said incredulously.
I most certainly am, Mairelon replied. When Rene says alone, she means 
alone. I shouldnt be long.
You shouldnt be goin at all, Kim told him. And you particularly shouldnt 
be goin alone. What if that druid cull shows up wavin his pops, the way he did 
the other night?
Mairelon looked amused. Jonathan Aberford? I doubt that hes even out of bed at 
this hour, much less wandering about in the woods with a pistol.
How do you know? Hes dicked in the nob, if you ask me, and there aint no 
knowing what notions a Bedlamitell get.
All the more reason for you to stay here, Mairelon said. To Kims indignation, 
he still looked more diverted than concerned. If he shows up, you can bar the 
wagon door. No more arguments, Kim, if you please. Youre not coming, and thats 
that.
It dont please me at all, Kim muttered, but she could see that Mairelon was 
determined, and she knew from experience that once he took a notion, he was 
stubborn as a costermonger defending his route through the market. She sat and 
glowered at him while he straightened his jacket and brushed his hat, but she 
did not make any further remarks until he had disappeared into the woods. Then 
she burst out, Bubblebrained, pigheaded, sapskulled gull! Muttonheaded flat! 
Nodcock. Goosecap! Itd serve him well enough if I up and followed him. 
Bufflehead. Shab
She stopped suddenly, staring at the place where Mairelon had vanished. She 
could follow him, as easy as not. She scrambled to her feet, then hesitated, 
considering Mairelon was a wizard, and in spite of the abuse she had just been 
showering on him, Kim had to admit that he was sharp as two needles. That 
ginger-pated DAuber mort was a wizard, too, and she had a powerful reputation. 
She was foreign into the bargain, and therefore unpredictable. What would they 
do if they caught Kim spying on them?
The thought gave Kim a moments pause. Then she Shrugged. Shed just have to 
make sure they didnt catch her, that was all. Stay hid and sherry off if they 
looked like suspecting anything. It was no different from being on the sharping 
lay in London. And if there was trouble, Mairelon would excuse her obstinacy in 
following him. Besides, given Mairelons idea of explanation, there was no 
other way she could be sure of finding out what happened at the meeting.
That decided her. She threw some dirt on the fire, kicked her bowl under the 
steps of the wagon, and started off. She did not take the same route as Mairelon 
had, but cut sideways up to the road. After all, she knew where he was going. 
There was no point in risking discovery by sticking too close.
The road was dry enough for comfortable walking, and there was no sign of 
approaching vehicles, but Kim, remembering her experience the day before, stuck 
to the far edge anyway. What am I doing? she asked herself as she trudged 
along. Goin off to spy on a couple of frog-makers? I must be madder than he 
is! But she continued walking in spite of her misgivings.
The sound of hooves and the rattle of a carriage brought Kim out of her reverie. 
Glancing up, she saw a landau coming briskly toward her from the direction of 
Ranton Hill. She sighed and angled down the verge, hoping that the driver would 
not pay any heed to a shabby boy heading into town. When she looked up again, 
the carriage had slowed and begun to turn down the lane that led to the druids 
meeting place. It was close enough now to give Kim a clear view of the 
occupants, and she nearly choked trying to smother an exclamation. Lady 
Granleigh sat stiffly erect in the rear seat, while her brother Jasper made 
shift with his back to the horses. The driver was the heavyset Stuggs, and he 
was frowning in evident concentration as he tried to maneuver the landau around 
the corner.
This is the outside of enough! Lady Granleigh said in a carrying voice as the 
landau lurched forward. On our return, you will drive, Jasper.
Really, Amelia, I dont see why you think Ill do any better than Stuggs, 
Jasper replied. Im no Corinthian. You should have let me bring the coachman.
You are, at least, a gentleman, Lady Granleigh said firmly. And the fewer who 
are aware of this excursion, the better. Since you have seen fit to confide in 
this person, we have no choice but to utilize his admittedly second-rate 
skills. And I must say, Jasper, that I think you could have found someone with 
more ability if you had only applied yourself properly.
The landau lurched again and rolled reluctantly into the lane, and Lady 
Granleighs complaints were lost among the trees. Kim shook off her paralysis and 
sprinted forward. That skinny toff and his sister were trouble, whatever their 
lay was, but Kim was willing to bet sixpence that theyd be a particularly 
whacking great tot of trouble if they found Mairelon and Rene DAuber at the 
druid hill. Fortunately, the lane was rough and curving, and with Stuggs driving 
they wouldnt make good time Kim might, just possibly, get to the hill first 
with a warning if she ran.
She didnt manage it. The uneven ground, the constant need to dodge 
inconveniently placed trees, and the thin branches of the young trees and brush 
that whipped her face, all combined to slow her more than she would have 
believed. As she neared the hill, she heard voices ahead of her and cursed under 
her breath. In London she would have gotten there in plenty of time.
Kim slowed and began to pick her way with more care. It would do Mairelon no 
good at all if she made too much noise and Jasper or Stuggs discovered her. She 
reached the fringe of bushes below the hill and started working her way toward 
the voices. As she came around to the far side, she heard Jaspers voice with 
sudden clarity, saying, question is, who are you?
Tell him to come down here, where we can talk without shouting, Jasper, Lady 
Granleigh put in imperiously.
As Jasper repeated his sisters command, Kim stopped and peered through the 
bushes. Lady Granleigh and her brother were standing at the foot of the hill. 
Stuggs was a little behind them; beyond, the landau and horses were a sketchy 
outline between trees. The dark bulk of the druids lodge was barely visible, 
though Kim knew from yesterdays explorations that it was only a few steps from 
the hill.
Mairelon was sitting on the ground halfway up the hill, careless of the damage 
his fine clothes must be suffering His face was in shadow and Kim could not make 
out his expression, but his pose conveyed polite but bored attention
Well Jasper said when Mairelon did not reply. Who are you?
No, no, Mairelon said. I asked you first. I also, If you recall, asked how 
you found this place and what you intend to do here, and you havent told me 
that, either.
We might ask you the same thing, Jasper retorted.
You might, but I dont recommend it, Mairelon said. Youll get a reputation 
as a poor conversationalist if all you can do is repeat what other people say to 
you.
This is absurd, Lady Granleigh said. Tell us who you are and what youre 
doing here, or be off about your business. I havent time to waste on this 
nonsense.
Mairelon rose to his feet and bowed. It is impossible to refuse such a charming 
request. My name is de Mare, and Im here by way of guarding the Sacred Hill.
Jasper and Lady Granleigh looked at each other. Behind them, Stuggs stiffened, 
and Kim saw his right hand rise toward his chest, as if to touch something 
underneath his coat for reassurance. Kim frowned Mairelon had done a perfect 
imitation of Jonathan Aberfords tone, and both Jasper and his sister seemed to 
recognize the phrasing. Stuggss reaction was more difficult to interpret, and 
more ominous.
Well, you can go along now, Jasper told Mairelon grandly. Jonathan Aberford 
said
If I may speak with you a moment, Jasper, Lady Granleigh interrupted.
Jasper turned his head and glared at her.
Now, Jasper, Lady Granleigh said with unruffled calm. Without waiting for him 
to respond, she turned and walked straight toward the bushes where Kim was 
hiding. Kim froze. She was certain she hadnt been seen yet, but if she tried to 
move now. Lady Granleigh would spot her for sure.
Lady Granleigh stopped a few steps short of the bush and tapped her foot 
impatiently as she waited for her brother to join her.
What are you playing at, Amelia? Jasper said irritably. And what are we going 
to do now? Burn it, Miss Thornley never said anything about a guard!
Marianne is far too innocent to think of such a thing, and Frederick Meredith 
was clearly too shatter-brained to mention it, Lady Granleigh replied. You 
should have talked to him yourself, Jasper, instead of leaving it to Marianne.
That was your idea! You were the one who said Meredith would tell more to a 
pretty face. I never liked the idea of letting my fiance empty the butter pot 
over that nodcock, and so I told you.
Miss Thornley isnt your fiance yet, Jasper, and youd do well to remember 
that before you take that tone with me, Lady Granleigh said. If you want my 
help in winning herand her fortuneyou will have to earn it. I must point out 
that so far you have been precious little help.
How do you expect me to help when you ruin everything I try to do? Jasper 
waved his arms indignantly. I was about to get rid of that fellow so we could 
go ahead with your precious scheme, only you stopped me.
You were about to make yet another muddle, you mean. Lady Granleigh shook her 
head. Really, Jasper, sometimes I despair of your intelligence. Dont you see 
that Mr. de Mares presence changes everything?
No, I do not, Jasper said. If we could just persuade him to go away
He would remember us, and when the platter was found, he would connect us with 
its reappearance. That could be very awkward for us.
Well, what do you think we should do? Jasper asked in a sullen tone.
We shall give Mr. de Mare the platter, Lady Granleigh answered serenely.
What?! Jasper all but shrieked the word, and both Mairelon and Stuggs turned 
interested eyes in his direction. Jasper scowled back at them and lowered his 
voice. Amelia, have you gone mad?
Do you want to have Jonathan Aberford lurking about Bramingham Place for the 
remainder of our stay?
No, but
Can you suggest some other way we might be rid of him? Weve already been 
over this, and you know I havent. But you just told me a minute ago why we 
cant give this de Mare fellow the platter!
I explained why we cannot simply leave the platter here for Mr Aberford and his 
friends to find, as we had originally planned, Lady Granleigh corrected him. 
If you had been listening, or thinking, you would have understood. Presenting 
the package to Mr. de Mare is another matter entirely.
I dont see how. Hes bound to remember us, and you already said that that 
would be awkward.
Lady Granleigh sighed. The platter is well wrapped, tied up, and addressed to 
Mr. Jonathan Aberford. If we tell Mr. de Mare that a young man, whom we took to 
be one of Henry Braminghams friends, gave us the parcel in town and asked us to 
deliver it here, it will not matter whether he remembers us. Once they discover 
that the platter is a forgery, Mr. Aberford and his friends will look for the 
mysterious young man, if they look for anyone at all. You and I will be mere 
innocent go-betweens.
And how are you going to explain it if anyone asks why Miss Thornley was prying 
into Merediths business?
I shall say that she finds him interesting, Lady Granleigh replied. She 
frowned slightly. I shall have to see that she continues to spend time in his 
company for the next day or two. After that, it will not be thought wonderful if 
she tires of him.
Interested in Meredith? Jasper snorted. That wont fadge, Amelia. Nobody 
could be interested in that simpleton.
Lady Granleigh gave him a cold look. Are you hinting that I will not be 
believed? I assure you, no one will think twice about it. Mr. Meredith is no 
more foolish than most young men, and Marianne is no less so than most girls, so 
it is quite plausible .
Yes, but look here, Amelia, how am I supposed to pay court to Miss Thornley if 
youre forever telling her to talk with Meredith? Jasper said hastily. I dont 
like it.
I did not ask you to like it, Lady Granleigh said. I simply wish you to 
refrain from interfering. Keep quiet, and let me talk to Mr. de Mare.
Amelia Jasper was too late, Lady Granleigh had turned and started back toward 
the hill as she finished her sentence. Friday-faced harpy! Jasper muttered, so 
low that Kim almost missed the words. He raked his fingers through his hair, 
patted his cravat, and smoothed the front of his coat, then started after his 
sister
Lady Granleigh reached the foot of the hill and raised her chin to study 
Mairelon. Mr. de Mare, she said as Jasper, still glowering in disapproval, 
joined her, you have an honest face, and your reasons for being here interest 
me. Are you by some chance acquainted with Mr. Jonathan Aberford?
He is the leader of the Company that meets here, Mairelon said cautiously.
Very good, Lady Granleigh said. My brother and I are on our way to Swafflton. 
A young man in the village requested that we deliver a package to this place, 
and we agreed. The package is addressed to Mr. Aberford, presumably he will know 
what to do with it. I trust you can see that he receives it?
I am quite capable of doing so, madam, Mairelon replied.
Then we will entrust the package to you. We have spent far too much time on 
this errand already. Stuggs!
Maam. The large man lowered his eyes as Lady Granleigh turned to face him, 
transforming his expression from one of intent interest into one of bored 
resentment.
Fetch the parcel from the carriage at once, and give it to Mr. de Mare, with my 
compliments, Lady Granleigh commanded.
Kim frowned as she watched Stuggs nod and walk off. Unless shed forgotten the 
difference between a sharper and a Hat, there was something about that cove that 
didnt fit. He smelled of the back streets and rookeries of London, and gentry 
didnt hire servants there if they wanted to keep their silver. If only she 
could pike off to the Hungerford Market for a few hours and ask Red Sal or Tom 
Correy what they knew about Stuggs! One of them was bound to have heard 
something Kim put the thought firmly aside, there was nothing to be gained by 
wishing for the impossible.
Stuggs returned, carrying a large brown package. He paused at the foot of the 
hill, but one glance at Lady Granleigh set him climbing. Mairelon waited where 
he was and accepted the package with a solemn half-bow. Kim, still watching 
Stuggs closely, saw a crease form between his eyebrows as he turned and came 
down the hill, and realized that Mairelons bow had prevented Stuggs from 
getting a good look at his face.
Kim brooded over the possible implications while Lady Granleigh and Mairelon 
exchanged polite farewells. Jaspers concession to good manners took the form of 
a curt nod, which drew a glare from his sister and another half-bow from 
Mairelon. Lady Granleigh hesitated, looking as if she would have given her 
brother a rare trimming then and there, except that she would then have been 
guilty of even worse conduct than his. In the end, she turned and swept away 
without saying anything, but her lips were pressed together in a manner that 
boded ill for Jaspers peace during the coming carriage ride. Jasper followed, 
still scowling, and a moment later Kim heard the sounds of the coach departing.
Seventeen
Kim let out a long breath as the noise of the carriage died away among the 
trees. She could hardly believe she had gone unnoticed.
Well, well, Mairelons voice said meditatively from the hillside. How very 
interesting.
Kim jerked at the unexpected sound, and her arm grazed the bush in front of her. 
Mairelons head snapped in the direction of the noise. Rene? he called.
No, its me, Kim said, rising. She walked forward, brushing dead leaves from 
her coat.
You were supposed to stay at the wagon, Mairelon said without heat.
Thats what you said, Kim agreed. I never told you I would.
True. Mairelon pursed his lips and gazed at Kim thoughtfully. I can see Ill 
have to listen to you more carefully in the future. How long have you been 
here?
Since right after the bracket-faced gentry mort and her brother came, Kim 
answered. I saw them on the road, but I couldnt hop it fast enough to get here 
first.
You didnt by any chance see Mademoiselle DAuber as well, did you?
No, Kim said with some satisfaction. I didnt.
Mairelon eyed her sharply, then frowned. Its not like Rene to be late. He 
tucked Lady Granleighs parcel under his arm and pulled a watch from his pocket. 
As he glanced at it, his frown deepened. Certainly not this late. 
Maybe she saw them two on their way here, Kim suggested, jerking a thumb in 
the direction Lady Granleighs carriage had gone. There was no reason for 
Mairelon to get in a taking over Rene DAuber. She was a wizard, after all; she 
could take care of herself.
Mairelon looked up, still frowning. Yes, that would explain it, he said. And 
its those two, not them two.
Those two, then, Kim said, obscurely comforted by this offhanded correction. 
What are you goin to do with the platter?
Platter? Mairelons expression went blank; then his eyes followed Kims 
pointing finger. Oh, is that whats in this package? How convenient.
Its the cheat they nicked from the library at Bramingham Place, Kim added. I 
heard them talkin.
Indeed. Mairelon took the parcel out from under his arm and studied it. Why 
would Lady Granleigh want to give the fake platter to Jonathan Aberford? And why 
deliver it here? He lives in the vicinity, his direction cant be particularly 
difficult to discover.
Kim shrugged. They didnt say.
Mmmm. Mairelon continued his examination of the parcel for a moment. Suddenly 
he flipped the package end for end, tucked it back under his arm, and started 
briskly down the hill. Time to be going. It wouldnt do for someone to get into 
the wagon while were away. 
Or catch us hangin about here with that thing, Kim muttered, eyeing the 
package Mairelon was carrying. As he reached the base of the hill, she fell into 
step beside him and added in a louder voice, Theres somethin smoky about that 
Stuggs cove, that drove the carriage.
Do you think so? Hes not the usual gentlemans gentleman, Ill admit, but 
then, Jasper Marston doesnt seem very good at being a usual sort of gentleman.
I dont know what his lay is, but hes no flat, thats sure, Kim said 
positively. He pokered up when you said your name was de Mare, and he was 
watchin everything too close. And he wasnt keen to give you that package, no 
matter what the bracket-faced mort said.
Wasnt he, now, Mairelon said. How interesting. You know, Kim, this whole 
business is beginning to look extremely odd.
Begun to look odd?
Marston, who has no reason I can think of to even be aware of the existence of 
the Saltash Set, hires the unlikely Mr Stuggs to run errands and you to find out 
whether I have the bowl. Not, mind you, to steal it, but only to discover 
whether the thing is hidden in one of my cupboards. He and Lady Granleigh go to 
a great deal of trouble to steal a copy of the Saltash Platter from Bramingham 
Place, in spite of interruptions from several people who ought not to know 
anything about it, either. Then when they get it, they immediately set out to 
give it to Mr Aberford, whom Marston, at least, must have recognized as one of 
the inept housebreakers.
Maybe he didnt, Kim said. And theyve had the platter since night before 
last. That aint givin it back very immediately.
Isnt, Mairelon corrected. The real question is, why would Lady Granleigh 
want to turn the fake platter over to Aberford instead of giving it back to 
Henry Bramingham? Bramingham is, after all, the person from whom she stole it.
Kim shook her head. Theres no accountin for gentry folk.
Nonsense, Mairelon said firmly. She must have had some reason. Your Mr. 
Stower is another puzzlement. I doubt that he is in league with Lady Granleigh, 
but given Marstons obvious penchant for unusual servants, I dont think we can 
rule out a connection there.
He aint my Mr. Stower, Kim said. if hes anybodys, hes Dan Laverhams.
So youve said. In which case, the question that leaps immediately to mind is, 
is Stower on his own in this or not? And either way, why is he, or Laverham, 
interested in the Saltash Set? And how did they find out about it?
The last parts easy, Kim said. Laverhams got an eye for anything thatll 
bring in money, and Londons full of coves as would put him in the way of 
nicking the platter just to get on his good side.
Mairelon gave her an indecipherable look. Possibly Hunch will have more to say 
about it when he returns from London. Then theres 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 Aberfords, ah, unorthodox 
attempts to retrieve the thing.
You werent above breakin into that Bramingham coves library yourself, Kim 
reminded him. Unless that aintisntwhat you meant by unorthodox .
Everyone broke into Braminghams library, Mairelon said testily. Including 
Rene. Everyone who was anywhere near Ranton Hill, that is. I suppose I should 
be glad St. Clair didnt arrive until a day later, or we might have seen him 
bumbling around with everyone else.
Kim suppressed a shiver. I dont think so. He didnt look like no humbler to 
me, and for sure hes no flat.
Quite true, Mairelon said with another sidelong glance at Kim. I stand 
corrected. Ive 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 Mairelon looked reproachfully at Kim.
I put the fire out before I left! Kim protested. Im not sapskulled.
Then it appears we have company, Mairelon said. His stride lengthened, and Kim 
had to skip twice to catch up. Perhaps Rene 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 surprised, but considerably relieved, when they came around the 
corner of the wagon and found Hunch feeding medium-sized sticks into a new fire. 
A placid-looking roan, presumably Hunchs 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 always a possibility. 
You havent seen Rene around anywhere, have you?
If you mean that Miss Doo-bear friend o yours, no, I aint, Hunch answered. 
Nor I aint likely to Shes in London, laid up with a chill.
No, she isnt, Mairelon said, frowning. Shes a houseguest at one of Mrs. 
Braminghams interminable parties. Ive seen her myself. I wonder why she 
thought she had to pretend she was staying in London?
Youve seen er? Hunch frowned. Now, ow would you ave done that when you 
was supposed to be a-staying ere out of trouble while I was gone?
These things happen, Mairelon said, waving a hand in airy dismissal.
Dont you gammon me, Master Richard, Hunch said severely. 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? I hope not, I did tell you to wait.
E ad a lot to say. Hunchs expression was grim, and he paused for a moment 
to chew on the right side of his mustache. And I aint repeating any of it til 
you tell me what youve been doing!
Oh, weve been keeping busy, havent we, Kim?
Dont go draggin me in! Kim said quickly. It aint none of my lay.
Hunch scowled at Kim, then turned his attention back to Mairelon. You adnt 
ought towhat ave you got there?
Mairelon shifted the parcel under his arm and smiled. This? Im not sure. Kim 
says its the Saltash Platter, but I havent looked yet to see whether shes 
right.
I never Kim gasped, only to be cut short by a look from Mairelon.
Lets find out, shall we? Mairelon said, holding the parcel out to Hunch.
Hunch tried to glare at Mairelon, but his eyes kept returning 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 strings 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 
wouldnt have wagered a farthing one way or the other on this being the same 
article.
Where did you come by this? Hunch demanded suspiciously.
One thing at a time, Hunch, Mairelon responded. Let me have a look at it 
first.
No, you dont, said a new voice as Mairelon reached for the platter.
The surly tone was unmistakably Jack Stowers, and Kims stomach sank as her 
head swiveled in the direction of the voice. There was no chance that he 
wouldnt 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 shoulder In each hand he held a pistol, and his 
face wore a forbidding scowl. Ill 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, Mairelon lifted the platter and set it in front of 
Stower. Then he backed away, his eyes fixed on Stowers face. Hunch, he said 
without turning, and the dour serving man rose and joined him.
Stower 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 Kim 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 andKim!
Surprise, Kim said sourly. Long way from London, aint it, Stower?
Stowers face darkened. Ill London you You think youre going to nick a few 
of the yellow boys Laverhams offering, dont you? Well, you aint getting 
nothing. This is my lay, see? Howd you get here ahead of me, anyways!? You 
didnt follow the old cove from the inn. Id a seen you.
Just luck, Kim managed. She felt sick. After Stowers 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 Stower wasnt in London, Mairelon said, and Kim nearly jumped when she 
felt the unmistakable crystalline quality of the words. Surely Mairelon couldnt 
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 edge of magic was 
clearer and more threatening than before. He should still be in Ranton Hill. He 
should go back to Ranton Hill before something happens to him, tzay mm po, 
fedteef!
Jack Stowers 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 Stower 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 Mairelons chest had been a 
moment before.
The shotgun, Hunch, Mairelon said, panting slightly. Hes still got one 
pistol, and that spell was only a makeshift. It wont hold him long.
Hunch rolled to his feet and ran for the wagon without wasting time on words of 
acknowledgment. Kim picked herself up and followed, pausing Just long enough to 
scoop up Jacks bag and the silver platter that lay beside it. Mairelon 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 adnt ought to be doing this, Master Richard, Hunch grumbled, but he 
handed Mairelon the shotgun and knelt. Mairelon set a hand on the edge of the 
opening in the ceiling and a foot in Hunchs cupped hands, and a moment later 
slid noiselessly out onto the roof of the wagon.
Kim watched this performance with considerable admiration. The speed and 
smoothness with which it was done spoke of much practice, and she was impressed 
by the forethought 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, Mairelons head reappeared in the 
opening. No sign of him, the magician said. Hes gone for now. Here. He 
handed the shotgun down to Hunch, then climbed down through the hole. Ill have 
to see about setting up some wards, we cant have people popping in and waving 
pistols around whenever they feel like it. Its becoming altogether too popular 
a sport to ignore.
Like that Aberford cove the other night, Kim said, nodding.
And just what as that got to do with all this? Hunch demanded. What ave you 
been at while Ive been gone, Master Richard?
Back to that again? Really, Hunch, Im beginning to think youre prudish, and I 
see no reason for Kim and me to elaborate on our relationship merely to satisfy 
your vulgar curiosity. Particularly when we have more important things to do. 
Mairelon smiled beatifically at Hunchs outraged expression and waved toward the 
sack Kim was holding. Just open that up, Kim, so we can see what our Mr. Stower 
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.
Thats exactly what it is, Mairelon said. Exactly. What does that mean? 
Hunch said in a resigned tone. It means that its another fake, Mairelon 
replied.
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Hunch stared at the platter in Mairelons hands. Another fake? he said at 
last. You mean that one he nodded at the platter on the floor, aint the 
Saltash Platter, either!?
That is correct, Mairelon said. He turned the second copy over in his hands, 
studying it with a thoughtful expression. Kim, he said suddenly, bring it 
over here and hold it up so I can look at them both.
Kim did as she was instructed. Mairelon peered intently at a section of the 
platter he held, then turned to Kims. After a moment, he returned to the first 
platter and repeated the process. There was a smear of dust above his left 
eyebrow, and Kim 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 relieved 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 aloud than as if he 
were answering Hunch. Two identical copies. Identical right down to the scuffs 
and scratches. Whoever made these wasnt working from a description or from 
drawings.
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, well find the Saltash Platter.
Hunch snorted. Sounds to me as if youre back where you started, Master 
Richard.
Not quite, Mairelon said, and smiled. Theres only one person in this area 
whos had the platter long enough to make copies. Freddy Meredith.
Meredith? Kim said incredulously. Youre bammin me! That sapskull?
Ill admit it doesnt sound likely, Mairelon conceded. But who else is there? 
Bramingham only had the platter for a day or so, he couldnt 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 platter in his 
possession.
What about that Aberford cove? Kim objected.
Well, yes, I suppose he ought to be considered a possibility, Mairelon said. 
But I dont 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 tightened, causing his mustache 
to wiggle alarmingly. Master Richard
Yes, I hadnt forgotten about you, Mairelon interrupted. He seated himself on 
top of the chest and looked at Hunch with an air of expectancy. I assume 
Shoreham told you something worth hearing, or you wouldnt have come back so 
promptly. Lets have it.
Hunch rolled his eyes. Kim suppressed an impulse to grin, as much at Mairelons 
tactics as Hunchs reaction. She wondered how long Mairelon would be able to 
keep from explaining to Hunch just what he had been doing in his henchmans 
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 Stower, since he has intruded on us so recently.
Es a nasty piece o work, Hunch said. E lives in St Giles, far as anyone 
can tell, thieving and suchlike. Lord Shoreham says e aint 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. Well have him next, but not before were 
finished with Mr. Stower. 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 Stower was 
mumbling ints about some errand e was going to do for Mr. Laverham.
Mairelon looked interested. Hints? What sort of hints?
Mysterious ints, Hunch said. Lord Shoreham didnt say no more than that.
How like him, Mairelon murmured. Very well. What about Mr Laverham?
Es a bit of a puzzle. E lives in the rookery, but e dresses and talks like 
one o the ton. And e went to Arrow.
Harrow! Mairelon looked startled. How did a boy From St. Giles get into a 
school like that? He is from St. Giles?
Far as Lord Shoreham knows, Hunch said, nodding. As for Arrow, somebody paid 
is fees.
Hes probably the by-blow of someone with both a conscience and the money to 
indulge it, then, Mairelon said thoughtfully. Unfortunately, the combination 
is not so unusual that it is instantly apparent who Laverhams presumed parent 
is.
Thats what Lord Shoreham thought, Hunch said. E said ed talk to some of 
is friends in the City and see if one of em could track the money, but it 
aint much of a chance.
I wonder how well Laverham did at Harrow? Theyre strong in Latin and Greek and 
wizardry, as I recall. Kim choked. You mean Dan Laverham is a Wizard?
If he was educated at Harrow, he ought to know the basics, at least, Mairelon 
replied. Dont let it trouble you. 
Easy enough for you to say, Kim muttered. She didnt know what a first-class 
frog-maker could do to someone, but half-formed images of the horrible 
possibilities whirled through her mind. Their very vagueness made them worse 
than actual knowledge would have been.
Anything else? Mairelon asked, turning back to Hunch. Mr. Laverham as a name 
in some parts as the man to see if you want something done and you aint fussy 
about ow. E aint never been caught doing nothing wrong, though.
Thats Dan, all right, Kim said in an undertone. 
Yes, thanks to Kim, we probably have more information about Mr. Laverhams 
criminal activities than Shoreham does, Mairelon said. Did he have anything to 
say about Marston or Fenton?
Mr. Jasper Marston is ead over ears n debt, Hunch told them. Es supposed 
to be rusticating right now, to get away from is creditors.
And Lady Granleigh has promised to assist him to a rich marriage if he helps 
her with whatever labyrinthine plans she has set in motion, Mairelon said.
Hunch looked startled. Ow do you know that?
Kim overheard them talking, Mairelon said.
Es Lady Granleighs younger brother, and Lord Shoreham said e was a bit of a 
slow-top, Hunch resumed. When e aint wasting is money on cards and orses, 
e does what is sister tells im.
That has become fairly evident. Shoreham didnt mention Marstons man, Stuggs, 
did he?
No.
Ah, well. One cant have everything, and I didnt ask. Mairelon stared 
pensively at the window for a moment. Then he looked up and said, I believe 
that leaves James Fenton.
Hunch grinned. The unaccustomed expression made him look positively fiendish, 
and Kim was completely taken aback by the change. Mairelon took one look and 
came to attention like a skilled sharper sighting a promising dupe.
Fentons the black sheep of is family, Hunch said, still with that disturbing 
grin. Theyre mostly respectable tradesmen E seemed clever, so they ad im 
put into service. E started off as a footman.
Indeed. Mairelons eyes narrowed. And what house was he in service to?
Lord St. Clairs, Hunch said with great satisfaction.
St. Clair?
And e was dismissed the day after the Colony Queen left the docks, Hunch 
added.
Huh? said Kim.
The Colony Queen was the ship Hunch and I took when we, er, fled the country 
after the Saltash Set was stolen, Mairelon said. So Fenton was dismissed right 
after the theft was blamed solidly on me, was he? I wonder if he knows something 
about it.
Lord Shoreham thought e might, Hunch said. E also thought youd be 
interested in knowing that on the night the Saltash Set was stolen Fenton ad 
some unscheduled free Time.
Unscheduled? You mean he took French leave?
No, e ad Lord St. Clairs permission, Hunch said. E just wasnt supposed 
to ave that night off, Lord Shoreham says.
Well, if Shoreham says Fenton was supposed to be working that night, hes 
probably right, Mairelon said. I dont know how he comes up with these things, 
but he hasnt been mistaken once in five years. What has Fenton been doing since 
he, er, left St Clair?
Mucking about ere and there. E did a few jobs for some of dem ousebreakers, 
but e aint ad no honest work until six weeks ago, when e upped and ired on 
at Merediths ouse.
Six weeks, Mairelon said, frowning. Time enough for him to find out about the 
platter and notify St. Clair, if that was why he was here. But if St. Clair let 
him go
Couldnt it have been a blind? Kim said. That Lord St Clair, he sounds like 
a fly cove; maybe he didnt want any ties to a looby like Fenton. If the two of 
them nabbed that silver stuff youre always on about, then
Mairelon shook his head. No, no, I cant believe St. Clair was involved in the 
original theft. Hed have to be completely lost to all sense of honor.
And I suppose he wasnt a Captain Sharp if all he did was peach on you to the 
nabbing cults? Kim said scornfully.
Its not the same thing, Mairelon said.
I dont see why not, Kim told him. Anyway, lords arent that different from 
other folks. If they want somethin bad enough, theyll try to get it however 
they can, and never mind the right and wrong of it.
What a remarkably cynical philosophy to find in one so young, Mairelon said, 
staring at Kim.
Kim shrugged, only half understanding. Im not that young, Im rising 
seventeen, I think. And I dont see what my age has to do with how people are.
The muscles in Mairelons jaw tensed, and for a moment he looked positively 
angry. Then he said gently, Its not a matter of how people are, Kim, it has to 
do with how they ought to be. Well discuss it some other time, perhaps. Though 
I still dont think St. Clair had anything to do with the theft, if only because 
hed have kept the Saltash Set for himself instead of splitting it up and 
selling it. Hed had his eye on it for years; he wouldnt have given it up 
easily.
Oh, Kim said, disappointed. Then we still dont know who stole it?
Dont look so cast down, Mairelon said. Well find out eventually. Meanwhile, 
we have a few other things to take care of.
What things? Hunch asked, squinting suspiciously at his master.
St Clair is staying at Bramingham Place, Mairelon said. So is Rene DAuber. 
And it is evidently no secret that the Saltash Platteror rather, an exceedingly 
good copywas in Henry Braminghams possession until the night before last. I 
doubt very much that all this is merely a coincidence.
So?
So I want to know how Shorehams secret information on the whereabouts of the 
Saltash Platter managed to reach so many people in so short a time, Mairelon 
said. Also, Im worried about Rene. She was supposed to meet me at the druids 
hill over an hour and a half ago, but she never arrived. Im going to Bramingham 
Place to see if I can find out why.
I thought you didnt want that Lord St. Clair seen you, Kim objected. 
Aintisnt that why you sent me over there yesterday?
It is, which is why youre coming with me. Dont argue, Hunch, youve had a 
long ride and you should rest Keep the shotgun handy in case that Stower fellow 
turns up again. Ill set up the warding spells when we get back.
Now, see ere. Master Richard! Hunch said. You aint agoing to take that girl 
with you, not if I ave anything to say about it. Like as not, shes working for 
that Mr. Laverham.
Kim scowled fiercely at Hunch to hide a sudden, strong inclination to cry. 
Stowers accusations hadnt gone unnoticed, after all, and she had no way of 
proving that he was wrong. I aint she said, but she had little hope of being 
believed.
Really, Hunch. Mairelons tone was mild, but Hunch stiffened and sat back, 
eyeing his master wanly. You forget, Mairelon went on, I questioned Kim 
myself, with the Saltash Bowl to compel her to be truthful. Or do you remember 
that, and doubt my skill?
Id forgot, Hunch said, plainly chagrined. But
No, Mairelon said in the same mild tone. No buts. Spell or no spell, Kim has 
earned the right to be trusted. You owe her an apology.
No, he dont, Kim said hastily. Hunch looked at her in surprise, and she 
hurried on, Id forgotten about that spell myself. I thought sure youd take 
Stowers gab for truth. I would have. So he dont owe me nothin.
Doesnt, Mairelon said.
What? Kim said, momentarily at sea.
Hunch doesnt owe you anything. Well leave it at that.
Hunch nodded, still wearing a faint expression of surprise. Mairelon looked at 
Kim and added in a severe tone, You have been doing well with your lessons, but 
you tend to fall back on cant phrases and poor grammar when you get excited 
about something. Try to be more careful.
Kim fought down a desire to laugh in relief. She felt positively light-headed 
and didnt trust herself to say anything, so she simply nodded.
Good Well be going, then. Mairelon paused and looked at Hunch, who was 
chewing on his mustache but wisely retrained from commenting. Mairelon smiled. 
Ill send Kim back if I need you for anything, but I doubt that I will. And 
perhaps youd better pack while were gone, we might want to move the wagon in 
case Stower takes it into his head to come back with a friend or two. Assuming, 
of course, that he has a friend or two. Dont forget the shotgun.
! wont, said Hunch. And dont you forget to watch for that there Stower, 
neither. E might follow you instead of coming back ere.
Mairelon nodded and beckoned to Kim. With some caution, he opened the wagon 
door, but there was no sign of Jack Stower. Come along, Mairelon said to Kim, 
and started briskly for the road. Kim stared after him for a moment, realizing 
suddenly that she had let herself in for another two-hour walk out to Bramingham 
Place and back Cursing mentally, she ran to catch up.
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The walk to Bramingham Place was every bit as long as Kim remembered. To make 
matters worse, Mairelon decided that Kim needed more practice with her speech 
lessons and drilled her mercilessly as they hiked along. He stopped only when an 
approaching rider or cart distracted his attention, but as they saw only three 
during the entire trip this did not give Kim much respite.
At the edge of the manor grounds, Mairelon turned down a narrow side lane along 
a tall hedge. Kim followed, relieved by the end of the lessons and equally glad 
that she would not have to face the long trudge up the formal drive. All those 
rows of trees and carefully positioned shrubs made her uncomfortable.
There ought to be a gap along here somewhere, Mairelon muttered a few minutes 
later. I didnt think it was this far.
Maybe theyve plugged it up since you were here, Kim said.
Mairelon looked at her, then at the hedge. You know, I think you may be right. 
Well, well just have to push our way through, then.
Couldnt we go around? Kim asked without much hope. When Mairelon took a 
notion, he was stubborn as a hackney coachman wanting full fare in advance. 
This aintisnt the way we came the other night.
It isnt dark now, either, Mairelon pointed out. Unless Bramingham has 
replanted the entire grounds since I was here last, theres a wood on this side 
that will screen us from the house. The other way, theres a vista from the 
South Lawn. Wed be seen at once.
Right, said Kim gloomily. What are you plannin to do when we get up by the 
house?
Ill work that out when we get there, Mairelon said. I think the bushes are 
thinner here, follow me, and mind your head.
With considerable difficulty and more than a few scratches, they forced their 
way through the thin spot in the hedge. When they emerged into the little wood 
on the other side, Mairelons clothes were covered with leaves and twigs, there 
were several snags in the previously smooth surface of his coat, and one sleeve 
sported a long smear of mud that ended in a small tear. Kim had fared little 
better, but she hadnt been wearing gentry togs.
Hunch isnt going to be happy when he sees what youve done to them clothes, 
Kim said.
Do you think so? Mairelon said He brushed the leaves and twigs from his 
shoulders, ignoring the ones caught in his hair, and studied his mud-flecked 
sleeve. It is a little extreme, I suppose. Well, theres no help for it now I 
think the house is
The echo of a shot from somewhere nearby cut Mairelon off in mid-sentence. His 
head whipped around and his eyes widened. That was a pistol, he said, and 
started running in the direction of the noise.
Kim choked back a shout of dismay and ran after him while her mind listed in a 
remarkably clear fashion all the reasons why this was intensely foolish. Shots 
were something you ran away from, not toward. Someone else might have heard and 
roused the house. They would be taken up for poachers. They should sherry off 
while they had the chance. She should sherry off while she had the chance.
The list came to a sudden end as she broke out of the woods into one of the 
tree-lined alleys she so disliked. Mairelon was several steps ahead of her, 
slowing to halt beside an anonymous figure in a dark blue coat that lay sprawled 
on the ground at the edge of the woods. As Kim skidded to a stop next to him, 
she caught a glimpse of someone running off through the trees. The distance was 
too great for her to get more than a vague impression of a dark shape, but Kim 
didnt care. What mattered was that he was going in the right direction  away.
Mairelon went down on one knee and reached under the collar of the blue coat 
with one hand. Hes dead, he said He shifted and bent to grip the corpses 
shoulders, then gently turned it over.
Fenton! said Kim. She felt very odd, looking down at the empty, staring eyes 
and slack face. She had seen dead men before, and even robbed a few, but a fresh 
corpse in a shadowy London alley, wreathed in yellow fog, was somehow very 
different from the same sight in the calm green countryside.
Get back, Kim, Mairelon said sharply, as though he had just remembered her and 
was not at all pleased to find her standing next to him.
Nothing loath, Kim backed up a few paces and looked Around. A large canvas bag 
lay on the ground a few feet Away. She stared at it with a sinking feeling, then 
went over and picked it up. It was much heavier than she expected, and she 
frowned as she tugged at the strings. If it wasnt another platter, what was it? 
She got it open at last, looked inside, and made a strangled noise.
Whats that? Mairelon asked, looking up. Another platter?
No, Kim said. Its two of them.
Two of them? Mairelon stood and came over to her. He took the sack and put his 
left hand inside for a moment, then shook his head. And both fakes. Well, at 
least now we know who was responsible for making them.
We do? said Kim.
Well, nearly. It has to have been either Fenton or the man who shot him, 
Mairelon said. One of them brought that bag here, and who would have two false 
platters except the man whos been making them?
You do, Kim pointed out. Or you did until just now. Now youve got four.
Yes, well, thats different. Weve been collecting them, not making them.
Why couldnt Fenton do that, too?
Mairelon sighed. True. It doesnt seem likely, but its possible. He stared 
into the trees for a moment, then shook his head again. Theres no help for it. 
I shall have to send you back to get Hunch.
What? No! I aint goin! Kim barely stopped herself from shrieking. Leave 
Mairelon alone for over an hour with a dead body and a killer lurking in the 
woods, more than likely? Leave without having any idea what Fenton had been 
doingor what Mairelon was going to do next? Leave now, and have to pry the 
story out of Mairelon later?
Im afraid you must, Mairelon said. In case you had forgotten, there is a man 
around with a pistol Once hes had time to reload, hell probably recover his 
courage, and when he does I would like to have Hunchand the shotgunnear at 
hand.
Then you better go to the wagon yourself, Kim advised. It aint goin to take 
an hour for the cove to reload, and itd take that long just for me to walk 
back.
True, Mairelon conceded. He frowned down at the bag. I dont like leaving 
bodies lying around, but I cant very well march up to the door of Bramingham 
Place and explain matters, can I?
Kim stared at him, amazed that he would even consider such a foolish action. 
With the Runners after you? Not hardly!
Yes, theres that, too, Mairelon said absently. He was still frowning. Well, 
lets finish here first, and then decide. He handed the canvas sack back to 
Kim. Hold this.
Feeling a bit bewildered, Kim took the sack and watched as Mairelon returned to 
Fentons corpse. Her bewilderment deepened when Mairelon began going through 
Fentons pockets with the brisk professionalism of a London cutpurse. He ignored 
Fentons handkerchief, shook his head over a gold snuffbox and an 
expensive-looking pair of gloves hidden inside Fentons waistcoat, and frowned 
at a note he found in Fentons jacket. Then, to Kims complete confusion, he 
began patting Fentons sides and pulling at the hems of his clothes.
What are you doin that for? Kim demanded at last.
Im checking forah! Mairelon stopped and took a penknife from his pocket. 
Carefully, he made a slit along the left seam of Fentons waistcoat; a moment 
later, he pulled a folded paper From inside the lining.
Well, well, Mairelon said, shaking the paper open. What have we here?
How should I know? Kim said. How did you know to look for it there, anyways?
Its a trick the Frenchies used now and then when they had something important 
to send, Mairelon said. If it comes to that, its a trick Ive used myself a 
time or two well, well.
Well what? Kim said crossly. Whats it say?
Unless someone else finds out about this and gets there before we do, which 
seems unlikely, I believe we have discovered the location of the Saltash Platter 
at last, Mairelon said with great satisfaction. He refolded the paper and 
tucked it into an inner pocket, then rose, dusting his hands.
You mean he really was makin those fakes? Kim asked, feeling a little 
chagrined.
Probably, but it doesnt matter much any more. The important thing is that 
Fenton knew where the real platter is, and now we do, too.
Then we can leave?
Not just yet, my dear, said a new voice. Particularly not if your friends 
most recent statement is true. I have a great deal of interest in the Saltash 
Platter, you see.
Kim whirled and felt the blood drain from her face. Dan Laverham! she said.
Dan was standing next to one of the tall, grey-barked trees that lined the 
avenue. He held a pearl-handled pistol in each hand, and beside him stood Jack 
Stower, similarly armed. Jacks eyes were fixed wanly on Mairelon, and as 
Laverham stepped into the avenue he said, Be careful, Mr. Laverham! That 
theres the frog-maker I told you about.
Really. Dan smiled. Richard Merrill, I assume?
The same, Mairelon said, inclining his head. May I inquire how you guessed?
Oh, come, now. There arent many first-class wizards whod be out chasing after 
the Saltash Set. Youre far ,too well behaved to be one of the Sons of the 
whatever, and I am familiar with Lord St. Clairs appearance. Who else could you 
be?
You are uncommonly well informed, Mairelon observed.
It is necessary, in my business, Dan replied. Dont try any spells, by the 
by. After Jack told me his little tale, I prepared a few odds and ends 
especially to take care of that sort of impromptu effort. You wouldnt have a 
chance. He gave Mairelon a long, appraising look that made Kim feel cold 
inside, then said in quite another tone, Move over by Kim.
Without comment, Mairelon did so. Dan Laverham took two steps forward and 
glanced down at the body. James Fenton. Dear me, how dreadful. And just when I 
thought he was finally going to be of some use to me, after all. Well, it cant 
be helped. By the way, why did you kill him?
I didnt, Mairelon said.
How interesting, Dan said. Jack, go get that bag from Kim, theres a good 
fellow, and see whats in it. Then I think we had all better be going. You cant 
depend on amateurs to do the sensible thing, whoever shot Fenton might decide to 
come back and take a shot or two at us, and that would never do. Assuming, of 
course, that Mr Merrill is telling us the truth.
Jack stuck one of his pistols into his belt and swaggered over to Kim. Silently 
she handed him the sack If she hadnt been so scared, she would have enjoyed the 
way his expression changed when he opened the bag and saw what was inside.
Its two of them wicher cheats, Mr. Laverham! Stower said. That there 
frog-makers gone and doubled the thing!
Bring it here, Dan commanded.
Stower did so, eyeing Mairelon nervously the whole time, as if he thought the 
magician might make twins of himself if he were not watched carefully. Dan felt 
around inside for a moment, just as Mairelon had, then shook his head. Theyre 
forgeriesFenton was probably hoping to pass one of them off as the real thing. 
Leave them.
Stower gaped at Dan in disbelief. Leave them? But theyre silver.
I said, leave them, Dan said sharply. I dont need any more complications. 
This he gave Fentons body a casual kick, is more than enough.
The canvas sack hit the ground with a thud and a clatter, Very good, said Dan. 
Now, drag our late friend back into the woods a little, where he wont be so 
likely to be noticed. I dont want him found until were well on our way back to 
London.
I see you were acquainted with the late Mr Fenton, Mairelon said as Jack 
Stower, glowering, complied with Dans commands.
James was one of my least reliable men, Dan said. I was positively looking 
forward to disposing of him myself, if Id realized he was getting ideas above 
his station, Id have done so long before this. He gave the canvas sack a 
disapproving look.
Then Fenton was the one who made all the fakes! Kim said before she could stop 
herself.
All the fakes? You mean there are others besides these? Dan gave the sack a 
look that should have made it crumble to dust on the spot. My, but he was 
ambitious. Or perhaps greedy is the proper word; under the circumstances, its 
difficult to be sure. It was James, all right. His eldest brother is a 
silversmith.
The black sheep of is family; theyre mostly respectable tradesmen, Mairelon 
murmured. I should have asked Hunch for details.
Speaking of platters, I think its time you told me where the real one is, Dan 
said pleasantly. Its what f came for, after all.
Im afraid your Mr. Fenton didnt say, Mairelon said with equal affability.
I dont care whether he told you where he put it or simply gestured so 
eloquently that the knowledge sprang into your mind unbidden, Dan said dryly. 
I want to know the location of the Saltash Platter. Im sure you dont need a 
list of the various painful things I could do to your young companion to make 
you talk.
Quite so, Mairelon said in the gentle tone he used only when he was 
particularly angry. Kim glanced apprehensively at Dan, but he seemed oblivious 
to Mairelons reaction, and Kim realized with a sense of shock that Dan did not 
know Mairelon at all. She was so used to taking for granted that Dan Laverham 
knew everyone and everything better than she did that she barely heard Mairelon 
continue, Its somewhere in the druid lodge. Im afraid he wasnt any more 
specific than that, but a little searching should turn it up without too much 
difficulty. The place isnt that large.
Very good, said Dan. Jack! Leave that and come along. He gestured with one 
of his pistols. That way, Mr. Merrill, and not too fast. Follow him a little to 
the side, Kim.
What dyou want them for? Jack demanded, emerging from the woods with a sour 
expression. Pop them and leave them with the other cove.
You have no imagination, Dan responded. Get that sack out of sight and meet 
us at the carriage. And dont linger, I wont wait for you.
As they started up the avenue in the direction Dan had indicated, Kim glanced 
back and saw Jack glare after Dan. He bent and grabbed the open end of the sack, 
and, with a strong heave, sent it flying into the trees before he ran to catch 
up with Laverham.
Twenty
Dan Laverham directed them down the tree-lined avenue and along a bridle path to 
a wooden gate in the hedge. Kim, remembering how difficult getting through the 
hedge had been, gave Mairelon a reproachful look as Stower opened the gate and 
waved them through. Mairelon did not seem to notice, he was studying Stower in a 
way that made Kim very nervous. After all, Dan was still behind them with a pair 
of guns.
To Kims relief, Mairelon did nothing to annoy Dan, and they reached the lane 
with no more than a few dark looks from Jack Stower. A closed carriage waited 
near the roadside, the drivers perch occupied by a figure muffled in a shabby, 
ill-fitting coat that, to Kims experienced eye, had the indefinable aura of the 
London back streets. The horses were placidly chewing wisps of grass, and 
Mairelon gave them the same long, considering look he had just given Jack.
Ben! Dan called as he came through the gate. We have another stop or two to 
make. Mr. Merrill will give you the directions.
Mairelon glanced back over his shoulder at Dan. Dan smiled very slightly and 
lifted one of his pistols a fraction of an inch. And they will be clear and 
without any deliberately misleading bits. Wont they, Mr. Merrill?
Of course. Mairelon inclined his head, then turned and went forward to speak 
with the coachman. Dan kept his eyesand his pistolfixed on them as he waved 
Jack forward with his other hand.
I think you had better ride with Ben, Dan told him. Put the guns under your 
coat, we dont want to attract attention.
You aint riding in there with two of em, Jack protested. What if they jump 
you?
A point, said Dan, showing no signs of concern. Have the goodness to hold 
your gun on Mr. Merrill while I see to it that they wont.
Jack nodded with unnecessary force. He stepped forward and pointed both of his 
pistols at Mairelons stomach. Dan looked at him, nodded, and turned to Kim. I 
trust you will not attempt to do anything foolish in the next few minutes, he 
said. It would have most unpleasant consequences.
Kim didnt trust her voice, so she nodded. Dan smiled coldly and set his 
right-hand pistol on the step of the carriage. This will only take a moment, 
he said, putting his hand in his pocket. He withdrew it almost immediately, and 
when he uncurled his fingers, Kim saw two balls resting in his palm. One was a 
silver sphere, covered with tiny vines and fruit, that would have fit 
comfortably in the circle of Kims thumb and forefinger. The other was a small, 
faceted crystal the size of her thumbnail.
Behind her, Kim heard a sharp intake of breath from Mairelon. Dan looked past 
her and said, I see you recognize these, Mr. Merrill. I hope that means you 
will be sensible enough not to interfere. The pieces of the Saltash Set are 
temperamental to work with when they arent together.
Without waiting for a response, Dan stretched his hand toward Kim and began 
murmuring sharp, crystalline words. They hung in the air, twisting over and 
under and around each other like the streets of London, making an intangible net 
between Kim and Dan. Kim shuddered and took an involuntary step backward. Dan 
Laverham raised his left hand and made a complicated gesture, his voice rising 
as he did so. The invisible web of words swirled and swept forward, settling 
around Kim. She froze, waiting for it to do whatever it was meant to.
Dan gestured again, commandingly, and shouted a final phrase. The two spheres 
began to glow with a clear, silver light. Kim felt the razor-edged words close 
in, but the air between her and the spell was full of a strong, sweet, smoky 
scent, and the net of magic could not touch her. She swayed, light-headed with 
relief, and the spell swayed with her, maintaining its fractional distance.
There, Dan said. He sounded breathless, as if he had been running, but he 
spoke in a tone of great satisfaction. He returned the two still-glowing balls 
to his pocket and bent to pick up his pistol.
An interesting demonstration, Mairelon said in a cool voice from behind Kims 
shoulder. But what is it supposed to accomplish?
Dear me, I thought you would be able to puzzle that out for yourself, Dan 
replied, straightening. Even under these admittedly adverse conditions.
You have a high opinion of me, Mairelon answered. I recognized parts of it, 
but Ive never seen anything quite like the whole. You adapted the Saltash truth 
spells to do something else, didnt you?
Shut your gob, Jack Stower growled, gesturing with his pistols,
Now, now, dont get carried away, my dear, Dan said to Jack, After all, hes 
quite right. Dan turned to Mairelon. Its a control spell, or rather, a minor 
reworking of the control portions of the Saltash spells. It therefore has the 
same limits as its original, an annoyance I hope to correct once I have the 
whole set to study.
The same limits as the Saltash spells? Mairelon looked from Kim to Dan and 
shook his head. That cant be very convenient. Only one person at a time, only 
one use per person, time limitwhat is the time limit on your control spell, by 
the way? I know how long it is for the Saltash spells.
Two hours, Dan answered. Long enough for me to retrieve the Saltash Platter 
and Bowl and be well on my way back to London. Providing, of course, that we 
dont waste any more time. Into the carriage.
Kim blinked, realizing that this last command was directed at her. She felt no 
particular compulsion to follow Dans orders, though she could still sense his 
spell hovering around her. She stared at Dan for a moment, her mind whirling, 
and suddenly the pieces came together. Dan had adapted the Saltash spells into a 
control spell, but his spell still had the same flaws as the Saltash spells. It 
only worked once on any particular person. And over a week before, on their 
first night out of London, Mairelon had cast the Saltash truth spell on Kim to 
find out what her lay was. That was why Dans control couldnt touch her!
There were, however, two pistols still pointed at Mairelon, and he and Kim were 
outnumbered three to two, counting the phlegmatic coachman. It would clearly be 
much better to follow Dans directions for a while. As long as he thought his 
spell was working, he wouldnt pay too much attention to Kim, and she might get 
a chance to pike off and get Hunch. Kim took a deep breath and climbed into the 
carriage.
You next, Mr Merrill, Dan said. Sit there, next to Kim. Good. Dan climbed in 
after Mairelon and settled onto the seat opposite him. He pointed his pistols at 
Mairelon, then called out the window, Up on the box with Ben, Jack. Keep your 
pistols handy, but try not to let anyone see them. We dont want to attract 
attention, remember.
Jack said something Kim could not hear, and Dan frowned. Nonsense. Dont dally, 
my dear, I havent time to waste.
There was a muffled curse, followed by an assortment of thumps as Jack climbed 
up to sit with the coachman. A moment later, the coach jerked and started off. 
Not much of a driver, your man Ben, Mairelon commented. Did you bring him out 
of sentiment, or economy?
Neither, Dan said with unimpaired good humor. He has talents other than 
driving that I thought I might find useful.
There was an undercurrent in Dans voice that made Kim Shiver. She was all too 
conscious of the various unpleasant ways a man could find to survive in Londons 
rookeries, Jack Stower was the Archbishop of Canterbury compared to some. She 
knew nothing of the driver, but she knew enough of Dan to be sure that she 
didnt want to learn. Anyone he spoke of in those tones was sure to be an ugly 
customer.
Dan either did not see Kims quiver or attributed it to the motion of the 
carriage. Mairelon shot her a flickering glance, then returned his attention to 
Dan as if he had noticed nothing. A moment later, however, the carnage lurched 
as he was shifting his position, and he fell sideways against Kims shoulder.
Dont fret, he breathed into her ear, his lips barely moving. Sorry, Kim, he 
added in a louder tone as he straightened and resumed his seat.
Kim forgot her worries long enough to glare at him. Dont fret was probably 
his idea of a reassuring message, but he couldnt have picked a more ridiculous 
thing to say if hed thought about it since the day they met. Dont fret, with 
Dan Laverham pointing a pistol at them, Jack Stower on the box with a gun of his 
own, a dead man in the woods behind them, and not the faintest hope of a way out 
of the mess that she could see! Dont fret, when Dan was about to get his hands 
on the blasted platter that all the rogues and half the gentry for miles around 
were chasing after? Did he take her for a Bedlamite, or hadnt it occurred to 
him that any reasonable person would fret himself to flinders in a situation 
like this?
I think you should stay firmly seated from now on, Dan said to Mairelon. It 
would be unfortunate, dont you think, if you were to careen into me that way 
and my pistol were to go off.
Unfortunate is certainly one word for it, Mairelon agreed. You know, as long 
as we have time for a chat, I was wondering whether youd tell me a little more 
about that control spell of yours. Its terribly interesting. Dont you think 
its terribly interesting, Kim?
A more tactless comment I have seldom heard, Dan said.
What? Mairelon blinked, then looked from Dan to Kim for a moment and back to 
Dan. Oh, yes, I see what you mean But even so
There was a loud report from outside the window, and the coach jerked to a 
sudden and unceremonious halt. For a moment, Kim was convinced that Jack Stower 
had fired at something or someone, then she heard an all-too-familiar voice cry 
in ringing tones, Stand and deliver! In the name of the Four Holy Things!
Jonathan Aberford, Kim said, feeling stunned. That bufflehead!
Oh, Lord, not again, Mairelon said, rolling his eyes.
Laverhams eyebrows rose. A holdup, in broad daylight? On a country road going 
from nowhere to nowhere else? It seems unlikely, on the face of it.
Jack Stower seemed to share Dans opinion. Youre dicked in the nob, they 
heard him shout. Mr. Laverhams in this coach!
Stand and deliver! Jonathan cried again. Drop your weapons, or I fire!
Weve stood, weve stood, Jack snarled. Now what? An excellent question, 
Mairelon murmured. I wonder whether hes thought of it?
If this is some trick of yours Dan raised a pistol. its not a trick, 
Mairelon said. Its a druid. In a manner of speaking, that is. Hes harmless, I 
think, unless he happens to have taken the notion that highwaymen always shoot 
someone just to prove theyre serious.
Before Dan could respond, they heard a wordless yell, a horses shrill, 
frightened neigh, and the sounds of a scuffle outside. Dan leaned over and 
glanced out the window. When he returned his gaze to Mairelon, his expression 
had not changed, but there was an air of satisfaction about him. A moment later, 
Jacks face appeared at the window. He was breathless, and there was a smear of 
mud across his left cheek.
We got the rum padder, Mr. Laverham, Jack panted. What dyou want us to do 
with him?
 Kill him, Laverham said.
Right. Jack smiled, showing crooked brown teeth.
Now?
Dan nodded, then, as Jack turned to go, he frowned and said, No, wait. Are 
you he gestured at Mairelon with his pistol, quite sure this person is a 
druid?
Well, you can see that hes not much of a highwayman, Mairelon said in a 
reasonable tone. It probably didnt even occur to him to bring a spare pistol.
It dont matter, Jack objected. The cull tried to pop the lot of us!
With only one pistol? Dan said. I think not. In any case, if this inept 
highwayman is a druid, hell know where to look for the platter once we get to 
the lodge. Well bring him along.
But, Mr. Laverham
Dont argue, my dear, just do it. Dan studied Mairelon for a moment, then 
smiled unpleasantly. Youll have to be tied, of course, he said to the 
magician. Im not fool enough to leave you free with the carriage as crowded as 
its going to be. Kim!
Kim jerked, startled by the unexpected command. What?
Theres a bit of rope under the seat. Dan pointed with his left hand. Get it 
and tie your companions hands. And see you do a good job of it I wont
The carriage door swung open, and Jack Stower shoved the unfortunate Jonathan 
forward, so that he staggered against the step. Where do you want him, Mr. 
Laverham? Jack asked.
In a moment, Jack, Dan replied. Tie him, Kim.
Remembering suddenly that she was supposed to be under Dans spell of control, 
Kim bent and rummaged under the seat for the rope. She straightened and turned 
sideways to face MairelonHold out your hands, she said in a flat voice.
Mairelon did so, his gaze fixed on Kims face. Kim dropped her eyes, wondering 
whether Mairelon knew she was faking. Well, hed figure it in another minute. 
She looped the rope around his wrists and pulled hard for Dans benefit, then 
fed the ends through the complex pattern Mairelon had shown her on their first 
day out of London.
When she finished, she looked up. Mairelon was still staring fixedly at her 
face, his expression unreadable. There, Kim said. You wont get out of that 
in no hurry.
No? Mairelon said. He looked down at last, and went still as he recognized the 
trick knot. He raised his head to look at Kim again and said very deliberately, 
I see.
Kim learned to tie knots down on the docks, Dan said, misinterpreting 
Mairelons reaction. Now, Jack, lets have the druid highwayman.
Jack shoved Jonathan again, and it was more by luck than planning that this time 
Jonathan stumbled up the step and into the carriage. He was hatless, one of the 
capes on his coat was torn, and there was a reddened area on his left cheek that 
would make a splendid bruise in another day or so. His awkward progress was due 
to the sock he had used as a mask At some point during his encounter with Dans 
men, the sock had slipped to one side, and the holes Jonathan had cut in it were 
now centered over his nose and right temple. Kim almost laughed aloud.
This is entirety unnecessary, Jonathan said in a calm voice, but his hands 
shook as he raised them to pull the sock off his head. Im Jonathan. It was 
just a bet, and He stopped short as the sock came off and he saw the occupants 
of the coach.
I see you werent expecting us, Dan said, pointing his pistols impartially at 
Jonathan and Mairelon. Not that it  matters. Tie him, too, Kim.
What? Jonathan stared as if he couldnt believe what he had just heard. You 
dont mean it Look, my names Aberford; if you stop at the next house, theyll 
vouch for me. You dont have to bring a magistrate into it
I dont intend to, Dan said. He lifted his pistol again for emphasis and 
added, Just hold still while Kim works.
Whats going on here? Jonathan demanded, finally taking in Mairelons bound 
hands and rumpled appearance. This is an outrage!
No more so than a holdup in the middle of the morning, Dan said. Youre 
hardly in a position to criticize. Jack!
While Jonathan spluttered and Kim repeated her performance with another piece of 
rope, Dan held a brief conversation with Jack through the open carriage door. 
According to Jack, Jonathan had come galloping out of the trees, blazing away 
with his pistol. The frightened carriage horses had reared, tangling their 
harness and causing the coach to bounce to a halt. When Jonathan, with typical 
single-mindedness, had turned his back on the coachmen in his eagerness to open 
the carriage door, Jack had jumped him.
Not badly done, Dan said. However, weve wasted enough time here. Go help Ben 
with the horses.
I aint no horse coddler, Jack grumbled, but did as he was told, and in a few 
minutes the coach began to move again.
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 Well, Mr. Aberford, Dan said, settling back against the rear wall of the 
coach, tell me what you thought you were going to accomplish with your little 
masquerade. And please, dont try to put me off with that tarradiddle about a 
bet. What were you really after?
I had a bet, Jonathan repeated doggedly. Withwith Robert Choiniet. He said I 
couldnt pull it off without being Recognized.
He was right, Mairelon murmured.
Quiet, Dan said. Im afraid I dont believe you, Mr. Aberford, I think you 
were after something else. The Saltash Platter, perhaps?
The what? Jonathans puzzlement was unfeigned. Ive never heard of it.
You call it the Sacred Dish, Mairelon put in.
Jonathan jerked upright in his seat as if someone had stuck a pin in him, 
banging his head against the roof of the coach. What do you know of the Sacred 
Dish?
Not nearly as much as Id like, Mairelon said, For instance, how did you and 
your druids get hold of it? And how does it happen that you dont have the 
smallest notion what it really is?
I told you to be quiet, Dan said.
When Queen Dick rules, Kim muttered, her annoyance with Mairelon momentarily 
getting the better of her fear of Dan. She was as curious as Mairelon about the 
druids behavior, but she knew enough to keep her mouth shut when someone had a 
pistol pointed at her.
Dan gave her a piercing look, but just then the coach slowed and lurched through 
a sharp turn, distracting him. He leaned sideways and peered out the window. It 
doesnt matter now. We appear to be arriving.
Not quite yet, but soon, Mairelon said. The lodge is around the back side of 
the hill.
You arentyou cantwhat are you going to do? Jonathan said.
Look for something I   mislaid a few years ago, Dan answered. And you are 
going to help.
Jonathans jaw tightened. No. I wont. I wont let you desecrate our meeting 
place.
Let? My dear boy, how do you propose to stop me? Dan said, shirting his pistol 
just enough to call attention to its presence.
Yes, and what do you expect us to do? Mairelon asked Jonathan in tones of 
great interest. Or to put it another way, just what would desecrate a place 
where you and your friends drink, dice, and wench until almost dawn?
Jonathan turned a dull red and did not answer. The coach bumped to a stop and 
Dan reached through the window and unlatched the door. Out, he said. Mairelon 
shrugged and climbed out, steadying himself awkwardly with his bound hands. 
Jonathan sat back, looking stubborn.
Dan sighed. Dont be foolish, dear boy. If you stay here, you have no hope of 
keeping me from doing whatever outrageous things you think I am planning. And I 
assure you that if you decide to be obstinate, I shall make it a point to think 
of something particularly outrageous.
Jonathan hesitated, then gave in. Wearing a ferocious scowl, he crawled out of 
the coach. Kim started to follow, but Dan put out an arm and blocked her. After 
me, he said. And from now on, you are to do nothing and say nothing unless I 
tell you. Do you understand?
I understand, Kim said sullenly.
Good. Now, after me.
When Kim came blinking out into the light, she saw Jack Stower holding his 
pistol on Jonathan Aberford while Dan kept Mairelon covered. She glanced 
longingly at the woods, but she did not try to run. There was no cover close by, 
and Dan wouldnt so much as pause to consider before shooting Her. Even the 
unexpected failure of his control spell wouldnt slow him down. Shed stand a 
better chance of nicking the Queens garters at high noon on the steps of 
Buckingham Palace than she would of getting away now. Reluctantly she joined the 
others.
Ben, you wait for us here, Dan commanded. The rest of you will come inside 
and help look for the platter. You first, Mr. Merrill.
Mairelon walked over to the door of the lodge. Its Locked.
It shouldnt be We never Jonathan stopped short and pressed his lips 
together, as if he were afraid he was giving vital secrets away to an enemy.
No matter, Dan said He waved his free hand in a sweeping invitation. Kim! 
Open the door.
Even more reluctantly than before, Kim walked forward and pulled her bit of wire 
out of her pocket. As she knelt in front of the lodge door, Mairelon gave her an 
encouraging wink. She did not dare respond, for Dan was watching her, but her 
hands did not shake at all as she inserted the wire in the keyhole and began 
wiggling it against the tumblers.
The lock was nothing special, but Kim took her time with It. After her 
experience with Mairelons magic trunk, she was not inclined to take chances, 
particularly since this lodge also belonged to a bunch of frog-makers. Then, 
too, she didnt much want to flaunt her skill in front of Dan Itd only give him 
another reason for wanting to get his dabbers on her.
Losing your touch, dear boy? Dan said. I hope not.
The threat below the words was plain. Kim gave her wrist a final turn, wondering 
as she did whether Dan had forgotten that she was supposed to be acting under 
his command or whether he just enjoyed threatening people. Its open, she 
said, rising.
Good. Mr. Merrill. Dan nodded toward the door. Mairelon gave him an ironic 
bow, shoved the door open, and went in. Jack followed, at Dans direction, then 
Jonathan and Kim. Dan himself came last.
The interior of the lodge was dark and smelled of smoke and old wine. Whos 
pulled the shutters to? Jonathan demanded. Blast it, cant anyone do anything 
right?
I fail to see Dan began, when a voice from the far corner of the room 
interrupted him in mid-sentence.
Jon? That you? Well, of course it is. Nobody else would be so put about by a 
little thing like shutters. Its all right, Marianne, its only Jon.
Freddy! said an agonized female voice in a piercing whisper. Sshhh!
But its only Jon, the first voice said, and a shadowy male figure rose from 
behind a clump of high-backed wing chairs. He stepped forward, peering through 
the gloom, then stopped short and said with considerable indignation, I say, 
Jon, who are all these people youve brought along? Not the thing, old boy, not 
at all the thing. This lodge is supposed to be private, yknow.
Meredith! I might have guessed, Jonathan said in tones of loathing. What are 
you doing here?
Might ask you the same thing, Freddy pointed out. I aint the one who came 
barging through a locked door with a country fairs worth of people.
That door isnt supposed to be locked! The Sons of the New Dawn should be free 
to come and go as they please; we agreed on that at the very beginning!
This is all very interesting, Dan said in a bored voice, but I do have a few 
things to do here, and time presses. If youand your no doubt charming 
companionwill just join the others here, Mr. Meredith, we can begin.
Whos this? Freddy said without movingSome jumped-up Git? Really, Jon
Freddy! The female whisper was, if possible, more agonized than before. Make 
them go away!
Freddy turned his head back toward the corner. Im trying, MarianneBut it 
aint an easy sort of thing. Jons a stubborn fellow. Maybe he would if you 
asked him, he added hopefully. I mean, favor to a lady and all that. Jons a 
gentleman, after all.
But I cant! Oh, I cant!
The lady doth protest too much, Mairelon murmured.
It doesnt matter, Dan Laverham said, ignoring Mairelon. He seemed a little 
put out by Freddys determined thickheadedness. Mr. Aberford isnt the one you 
have to convince. Do as I tell you.
Freddy looked at Dan with an expression of polite hauteur that changed quickly 
to incredulity. Jonathan! That fellow has He broke off and glanced back over 
his shoulder, then lowered his voice and continued, I think that fellow has a 
gun.
He certainly does, Jonathan said, disgusted. And only a sapskull like you 
would take ten minutes to notice it.
Enough of this nonsense, Dan said. Kim, find something to tie them with, and 
open the shutters while youre about it. We cant hunt for the platter in this 
light. Jack, get that blithering fool and his doxy over with the rest of them.
Right, Jack said with an evil smirk, while Freddy spluttered a halfhearted 
protest. He sidled between a settee and a low, solid-looking table toward the 
darkened corner from which Freddy had emerged. Kim threw back the first pair of 
shutters, letting the dusty grey sunlight light up another cluster of chairs and 
a side table stacked with cards and mother-of-pearl marker chips.
A moment later, there was a quavering feminine shriek from the far corner. A 
pistol! Oh, it isnt loaded, is it?
Be a lot of use that way, wouldnt it? Jack sneered. Move it,
Kim glanced back as she opened a second set of shutters, and her eyes widened in 
surprise. The distraught and somewhat disheveled young woman whom Jack was 
pulling, with evident relish, from her hiding place was the lovely blonde who 
had been with Lady Granleigh in the carriage at the inn, that first day in 
Ranton Hill. Kim cudgeled her brain and summoned up the girls name: Marianne 
Thornley. She blinked as a few other bits of information came together in her 
head, and almost smiled. So this was the heiress Lady Granleigh intended for her 
scapegrace brother! From the look of things, Jasper wouldnt have much luck, no 
matter how persuasive his sister was. Miss Thornley seemed to have her own 
plans.
My, my, Dan said. Gently, Jack; its not a doxy, its a lady.
Miss Thornley! Jonathan gasped. Freddy, have you run mad?
Freddy! Oh, Freddy, do something Marianne cried With a sudden spurt of 
strength, she jerked her arm from jacks grasp and ran to Freddy, where she 
wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, 
effectively preventing him from doing anything even if he had wanted to.
Now see what youve done, Freddy said reproachfully to Dan. He patted 
Mariannes shoulder in awkward and meaningless reassurance.
Kim, wheres that rope? Dan called.
There aint none, Kim said, throwing open a third set of shutters. Even with 
three windows uncovered, the room was not well lit, but at least it was now 
possible to move around without tripping over a footstool or a bench. From where 
she stood, she could even make out the wreaths carved into the mantel above the 
big fireplace, if she squinted.
Well, find something! And hurry it up. Dans temper was beginning to fray.
Are you quite sure you want to keep on with this? Mairelon asked with an air 
of polite concern. Youre accumulating rather a lot of witnesses, you know, and 
these three he indicated Jonathan, Freddy, and the shrinking Marianne with a 
theatrical wave of his bound hands, will be missed before long.
Marianne looked up, as if she were about to say something, but before she could 
speak, the door behind Dan swung open. Good day, said Gregory St. Clair. I 
hope Im not interrupting, but I was getting tired of waiting.
In the momentary silence, St. Clair stepped into the lodge and pushed the door 
closed with his silver-headed walking stick He was dressed for all the world as 
if he were paying a morning call at the height of the Season in 
LondonWellington coat, striped pantaloons, and Hussar buskins. His cravat was a 
snowy expanse of starched linen, and his gloves were grey kid. Looking at him 
made Kims fingers twitch acquisitively.
Both Mairelon and Dan Laverham were staring at St. Clair with unconcealed 
dislike. Jack didnt seem to know whether to aim his pistol at the new arrival 
or continue pointing it at Jonathan and Freddy, who wore identical blank 
expressions. Marianne, on the other hand, clung more closely to her puzzled 
escort and said in faltering tones, Oh, Freddy, its Lord St. Clair.
Good, said Freddy, relaxing. For a minute, I thought it was another Git.
St. Clair, Mairelon said in a flat voice. I should have expected you.
Gregory has a habit of turning up where he is not wanted, Dan said. He spoke 
as if responding to Mairelons comment, but his eyes stayed on Lord St. Clair 
and his voice was cold.
You have a great many unappealing habits of your own, Daniel, but I dont 
regard them. St. Clairs expression made Kim want to crawl behind one of the 
wing chairs, he looked exactly like Dan in his worst and most unpredictable 
moods. He glanced around the interior of the lodge, then added, This time you 
seem to have outdone yourself, however. I expected Merrill, but who are all 
these other people?
Lord St. Clair! Marianne shrieked as his gaze reached her. You must do 
something, or we shall all be killed!
I doubt it, St Clair replied. Even Daniel isnt that foolish.
But he wants to bind us Marianne said dramatically.
Typical. St Clair looked at Dan. You should have gagged her. I begin to see 
why youre still standing here waving a pistol about instead of collecting the 
Saltash Set.
The Sacred Dish is not for the likes of you! Jonathan cried. St. Clair raised 
his eyebrows in polite incredulity. That is, if we still had it, Jonathan 
added in a resentful tone, glaring at Freddy, which thanks to him, we dont.
You aint still harping on that, are you? Freddy said. Burn it, Jonathan, I 
told you what happened!
You had no right Jonathan began hotly.
Quiet, Dan commanded without turning. How did you get past Ben? he asked St. 
Clair.
I employed my talents to good effect, the Baron answered. Which is to say, I 
put him to sleep.
I took precautions against that sort of thing.
Not very good ones, at least, not by my standards.
Kim could almost hear Dans teeth grinding. What do you want? he demanded.
The same thing you do, more or less, St Clair said. The Saltash Set. He 
looked around again with an air of languid disappointment, and Kim hoped she was 
only imagining that his eyes lingered on her. I had hoped youd have found the 
rest of it by this time, but then I hadnt expected you to have so much 
assistance.
However reluctant, said Mairelon, who had been observing this exchange with 
interest. You have some unusual associates, St. Clair.
No more unusual than yours, the Baron responded with a significant look at 
Kim.
But definitely more long-standing, Mairelon shot back. Or am I mistaken in 
thinking you and Mr Laverham here are well acquainted?
This isnt getting us anywhere, Dan put in. Jack, put them all in the corner 
and then start looking. Not him, he added as Jack started warily toward Lord 
St. Clair. Ill deal with him myself.
Will you, indeed. St. Clair sounded both bored and skeptical, but Kim thought 
she heard darker undercurrents in his voice. Not the way you did before, I 
hope? You owe me for that, Daniel, and I intend to collect. In full.
I owe you? For an instant, Dan let his rage show, then he had himself under 
control again. It doesnt matter. As soon as I have the platter, well leave. 
You wont be able to stop us.
The platter!? St. Clair said sharply. Is that all? What about the bowl?
Ill have no trouble finding the bowl once the platter is in my hands, Dan 
said with renewed confidence.
Finding it? You mean you werent aware that Merrill has the bowl? St. Clair 
shook his head. And you seemed so well informed.
Laverham frowned. Is this true? he demanded of Mairelon.
Yes, Mairelon said. Though its not the sort of thing one carries around in 
ones pockets, you realize.
Why didnt you tell me this before? Laverham said, and his eyes narrowed as he 
spoke.
Mairelon shrugged. You didnt ask.
Well get it when were finished here, Laverham said.
That would be foolish, St. Clair commented.
Why?
Merrills got a man at his wagon.
Thats the turnip-pated cove I told you about, Mr Laverham, Jack Stower put 
in. He aint no problem.
And even if no one was waiting, it is generally considered inadvisable to 
assault a wizard on his home ground, St Clair finished.
Jacks enthusiasm waned visibly. Laverham stared at Lord St. Clair, his face 
expressionless. What would you suggest?
Send the girl with a message, St Clair replied. She can tell Merrills man 
that Merrill wants the bowl brought here to help locate the platter. Hell 
believe that.
Not if shes the one telling him, Dan responded with a contemptuous glance at 
the quivering Marianne. Besides, I wouldnt trust her to keep her story 
straight.
Not that girl, St. Clair said. The one youve cast the control spell on. He 
gestured at Kim.
Kim swallowed hard, half terrified that Dan knew her secret at last and half 
hoping against hope that he would adopt Lord St. Clairs suggestion. If she 
could get away and warn Hunch
Ah, said Dan on a long, slow breath, staring at Kim. Yes, perhaps that would 
be a good idea.
Hunch wont believe Kim, Mairelon said a little too quickly. He doesnt trust 
her.
No? Dan said. Kim, tell the truth. Could you make Merrills man believe you?
Yes, Kim said, trying to sound sullen and reluctant. Hell believe me.
Good. Dan gave her a slow smile that chilled her to the bone. Well discuss 
the other business later. You know what I mean Meanwhile, well wait here while 
you go
No! Marianne cried.
Everyone turned to look at her. She cringed back against Freddy and said, We 
cant stay any longer, we cant! Its nearly teatime, and Lady Granleigh will 
look for me and find ... She faltered to a stop under the circle of astonished 
stares and turned her face against Freddys coat once more, her shoulders 
shaking with sobs.
Find what? St. Clair asked. Find you gone? Embarrassing and unfortunate, to 
be sure, but its too late to do anything about it now.
Even if we would let you, Dan added.
Marianne turned a damp face to the group once more and said defiantly, Freddy 
and I are going to be married!
Oh, Lord, said Jonathan. Freddy, you fool! Your uncle will cut you off with a 
shilling!
It dont matter, Freddy said. Rather have Marianne than a whole mountain of 
shillings.
Congratulations, St. Clair said politely. I fear youll have to postpone your 
arrangements a little, however. We cant just let you go, you know.
But you must! Marianne cried. Ioh, you must You must!
Are you trying to say that you left a note for your guardian? Mairelon asked.
Oh! Marianne turned back to Freddys comforting shoulder and hid her face 
against his by now damp and wrinkled coat. Safely hidden from hostile eyes, she 
nodded. In the silence that followed, the noise of an approaching horse came 
clearly from the drive outside.
Twenty-Two
No one spoke as the hoofbeats grew louder and slowed to a walk. Hi, you there, 
wake up, someone shouted. Whos here?
Putting Ben to sleep may not have been one of your best ideas, Mairelon said 
to Lord St. Clair. Is he the sort that wakes up cross, do you suppose?
He wont wake up at all until I let him, St. Clair said. Be quiet, Merrill.
You take a deal of liberty with my men, Dan Laverham observed.
I am only following your example, Lord St. Clair replied sweetly. Your 
handling of my former footman, James Fenton, for instance, left much to be
Austen! Edward! George! the voice outside shouted, coming nearer with every 
name. Out and about, youre needed. Jons gone and been thrown by that 
fire-breathing nag of his, andJonathan!
The lodge door had been flung open during the latter part of this speech, 
revealing the speaker as Robert Choiniet. He stopped short when he saw Jonathan, 
then said in a more moderate tone, Im glad to see you werent hurt, but you 
might have sent a message home. Your mother was frantic when your horse turned 
up without you.
Shes always frantic, Jonathan said callously. She should know better, and so 
should you. How did she talk you into haring off after me?
Well, what was I supposed to do? Robert asked. There was the horse, all over 
lather and frightened out of its wits, with an empty saddle. The obvious 
assumption was that youd been thrown. For all we knew, you were lying under a 
hedge somewhere with a broken leg.
You didnt tell me youd taken a toss, Jon, Freddy put in with interest. 
Thatll teach you not to call names. Ive told you and told you, its the sort 
of thing that can happen to anyone.
I didnt take a toss, Jonathan snarled. And even if I had, Id still say 
youre cow-handed, because you are.
Dont you say that about Freddy! Marianne said, raising her head and looking 
daggers at Jonathan.
Cant you keep them under control? Lord St. Clair asked Dan, while Jonathan, 
Freddy, and Marianne embarked on a noisy quarrel that relieved their feelings 
even if it accomplished nothing else. None of us will ever get anything done at 
this rate.
Dan gave St. Clair a glare that should have melted steel. If you think you can 
do better, youre welcomed to try.
Here, you lot! Jack shouted, waving his pistol. Stow your gob and listen to 
Mr. Laverham!
This command did not produce the desired result. Instead, Freddy and Jonathan 
turned on Jack, demanding an apology for the interruption. Dan was obliged to 
intervene to keep Jack from shooting Freddy out of hand, while Robert did his 
best to distract the other combatants. Unfortunately, Jacks threats were all 
too clear to Marianne, who immediately went into strong hysterics.
Lord St. Clair stood calmly watching, as if he were observing a raree show that 
did not please him above half, though he made a point of keeping an eye on 
Mairelon as well as the row in the middle of the room. Kim realized suddenly 
that, for the time being, no one was watching her. She slid quietly behind a 
tall chair and crouched down, eyeing the path to the door. Two more chairs and a 
card table provided some concealment, but she would have to cross an open 
stretch of floor to reach the exit itself. Kim shrugged and began moving.
She was not even halfway to her goal when the door swung open yet again. 
Villain! Unhand that girl cried Jasper Marston as he strode into the room. He 
stopped short, looking completely nonplussed, as he took in the scene in front 
of him.
The noise died as the adversaries became aware of their new audience and turned 
to stare at him. Ah, Mr Marston! Mairelon said cheerfully. Im afraid youll 
have to be more specific about whom you were addressing. There are several 
persons present who admirably fit the description villain. Which of them did 
you have in mind?
Really? Robert Choiniet said. You mean this isnt all one of Jons queer 
starts?
My queer starts? What do you mean, my queer starts? Are you saying you think I 
arranged all this?
It has all the earmarks I mean, just look at those twowaving pistols all over 
the lodge and threatening Freddy, of all people. How do you expect me to take it 
seriously?
Youd better, Dan said. He sounded a little wild, and Kim was glad to be out 
of sight behind the card table. Get over in the corner there, all of you, and 
be quiet. You, too, Marston, or whatever your name is.
Ah, I dont want any trouble, Jasper said, eyeing Dans pistol with misgiving. 
Ill just leave quietly. Its no problem, really.
Yes, it is, Dan said, recovering himself somewhat. Into the corner.
Ere, now, whats all this, then? a deep, slow voice said from the doorway.
I should think it was perfectly plain, even to someone of your limited 
understanding, Stuggs, a female voice answered acidly. My brother has bungled 
things again.
Lady Granleigh gasped Marianne. She turned as white as St. Clairs cravat and 
fainted into Freddys arms. Unfortunately, Freddy was as dumbfounded as she by 
the new arrivals, and he failed to catch her in time. He overbalanced, and the 
two of them toppled backward into a chair and crashed to the floor in a shower 
of splinters.
Mairelon sank onto a nearby footstool, propped his head on his bound hands, and 
began to laugh. Lady Granleigh gave him a look of displeasure and marched into 
the room, followed by Stuggs. Her gaze swept imperiously around the assembly, 
barely checking at the sight of the pistols Dan and Jack still held. She passed 
over the struggling Freddy and the unconscious Marianne, dismissed Jonathan and 
Robert as inconsequential, and fixed at last on Lord St. Clair.
Good day, St. Clair, Lady Granleigh said with a dignity that did not conceal 
her annoyance.
Lady Granleigh, Lord St Clair responded, nodding a cordial greeting.
Below the table, Kim ground her teeth and made a rude gesture with her left 
hand. Lady Granleigh had left the door wide open but tempting as the sight was, 
Kim still could not reach it. Lady Granleigh had stopped too close to the door, 
and what little space she had left was taken up by the overly large Stuggs.
I confess I had not expected to find you here, but I thank you for your efforts 
on behalf of my ward, Lady Granleigh went on, smiling insincerely at Lord St. 
Clair.
Efforts! Freddy said, outraged. He extracted himself from the tangle at last, 
with some help from Jonathan, and climbed to his feet, staring at St. Clair the 
whole time. What efforts? He aint done anything but stand there and annoy 
people.
Your conduct hardly bears examination, Mr. Meredith, Lady Granleigh responded. 
I should be careful about casting aspersions, if I were you. She looked 
pointedly down at Marianne.
Robert, who had knelt beside the unconscious girl and begun chafing her wrists, 
glanced up and said to no one in particular, Could one of you get a glass of 
wine?
No, but theres brandy, Jonathan answered. He started toward a small cabinet 
near the fireplace, but came face-to-face with Jack Stower before he had taken 
two steps. Jacks pistols and threatening glare were eloquent. Jonathan shrugged 
and went back to his original position.
Aspersions! Well, I like that! Freddy said to Lady Granleigh, undaunted by her 
arrogance. I didnt barge in through a locked door without so much as a 
by-your-leave. I didnt wave any pistols about or make any threats. I didnt 
frighten any ladies into a fit of the vapors, and I didnt scare her straight 
into a faint!
You lured Miss Thornley here, Jasper charged.
Robert looked up, visibly impressed. Did you really, Freddy? I hadnt thought 
you had it in you.
I didnt lure anybody, Freddy protested.
You made Miss Thornley extravagant promises you had no intention of 
fulfilling Jasper said.
I dunno, Stuggs put in. E dont took like the type, if you take my meaning.
Jasper gave his henchman a withering look. Why else did you bring Miss Thornley 
here, to this lonely place? he demanded, turning back to Freddy.
Hardly lonely. Mairelon said in a low but clearly audible tone.
Had to meet her somewhere, Freddy said reasonably. It would have looked 
dashed odd for me to pick the girl up off the side of the road.
No doubt, Jasper sneered with an ironic glance at Jack Stowers gun. You and 
your ruffians would have looked odd Anywhere.
Freddy frowned. Here, now! What are you insinuating?
I think it is perfectly plain, Lady Granleigh said. If Lord St. Clair and his 
friends had not arrived in time to stop you and your kidnappers, who knows what 
might have happened?
Marianne and I would have gotten married, thats what would have happened! 
Freddy retorted, too angry to continue trying to be polite. Whats more, were 
going to tie the knot as soon as we get out of here, no matter what you  say!
Freddy, youre crazed! Jonathan said.
No, I aint, and I aint as foolish as you think, either. Got the special 
license right here in my pocket.
What! Jaspers eyes widened, then he whirled to face his sister. Now see what 
youve done, Amelia! If you hadnt set the girl on to this buffoon, we wouldnt 
be in this pickle!
Be quiet, Jasper! Lady Granleigh commanded. There is no need for you to 
worry. Lord St. Clair, be so good as to have your men assist Miss Thornley into 
our coach. After we have gone, you may deal with these felons as you see fit.
Before St. Clair could reply there was a loud crash. Everyone jumped and turned. 
Dan Laverham was standing beside one of the long windows, which he had just 
broken, his pistols leveled at the assembly.
I am afraid you have mistaken the situation. Lady Granleigh, he said. He 
stepped forward, and shards of glass crunched under his feet. His face was a 
cold, expressionless mask. I am not in St. Clairs employ, nor have I the 
slightest interest in you, your ward, or any of your companions. I am here for 
one thing, and only one thing. Once Ive got it, you may sort yourselves out in 
any manner that suits you. Until then, I have heard too much of your brainless 
chatter. I shall shoot the next person who speaks out of turn.
St. Clair noddedCrude, but generally effective.
That includes you, St. Clair, Laverham said, glaring.
Lady Granleigh drew in her breath at this breach of manners, which seemed to 
disturb her more than Dans pistols. St. Clair smiled, but said nothing.
Much better, Laverham went on. Now, you, the highwayman. Is there somewhere 
in this pile to lock up this lot of lunatics while we search the rest of it?
Highwayman? Freddy said with interest. I say, Jon, you never told us anything 
about He broke off as one of Dans pistols swung in his direction.
There are private rooms upstairs, said Jonathan sullenly. I think one of them 
has a lock.
The one on the end, Freddy put in. But its broken. The lock, I mean.
This is an outrage! Lady Granleigh said, finding her voice. Who is this 
person? Lord St. Clair
I told you to be quiet, Dan said. Get over there with the others.
Better do as e says, mum, Stuggs warned. E looks the sort as ud do you 
without blinkin.
Kim held her breath as Lady Granleigh, stiff with disapproval, moved away from 
the door at last. Now, if they would all stay busy at the other end of the room 
for a few minutes longer
A shadow fell across the doorsill. Kim frowned and sank back into her 
uncomfortable half-crouch. Had Lady Granleigh brought a coachman, or had Ben 
awakened in spite of Lord St. Clairs precautionary spell? Either way, she would 
be running into trouble. Not that she wasnt in a proper mess already, of 
course, but Dans temper looked to be deteriorating rapidly, and she didnt like 
to think what he might do if she didnt get away on her first try. It would be 
better to wait for a more certain chance.
The motley company was slowly assembling in the corner, with occasional 
low-voiced grumbling that Dan pretended not to hear. Robert and Freddy between 
them supported the slowly recovering Marianne, while Jonathan stalked past and 
Lady Granleigh glowered impartially at everyone. For a moment or two, it looked 
as if Dan had gotten things under control at last; then Jasper said in a cross, 
too-loud voice, But what is it the fellow wants?
The Sacred Dish! Jonathan answered. He gave Dan and Jack a dark look. But he 
shall not get it, however he tries,
The what? said Jasper.
The sacred dish, Lady Granleigh said, giving her brother a sidelong glance 
full of meaning. The platter that we gave to Mr. de Mare this morning. She 
nodded in Mairelons direction.
What? several voices said at onceLord St. Clair examined Mairelon with angry 
speculation, and both of Dans pistols swung to point at the magician. Kim 
cursed mentally and swiveled her head from side to side, trying to watch Dan and 
the door at the same time.
I told you not to try any tricks with me, Merrill, Dan said. Wheres the 
platter? And this time, tell me the truth!
The shadow on the doorsill shifted and withdrew, but Kim stayed where she was. 
With Dan so jumpy, shed be shot before she was out the door if she made a run 
for it. She edged toward the front of the table with a vague idea of doing 
something, she wasnt sure what, if Dan looked like shooting Mairelon.
Merrill? said William Stuggs, giving Mairelon a swift, sharp look. Well, 
well.
What does that mean, well, well? Jasper demanded, rounding on his servant.
Stuggss expression instantly resumed its usual appearance of placid stupidity. 
Aint e the cove you was lookin for in London?
Answer me! Dan said to Mairelon. Where is the platter?
Which one? Mairelon asked. The one your man Stower left by my campfire, or 
the one Lady Granleigh was so anxious to get rid of? Or one of the other fakes 
Fenton seems to have been peddling?
The Saltash Platter, you buffoon! Laverham shouted.
Infidel! What have you done with the Sacred Dish? Jonathan cried at the same 
moment.
Fenton? said Freddy, frowning. Ive got a footman by that name. Whats he got 
to do with Jens dish?
Mairelon lifted his bound hands and scratched his ear. I dont have any better 
idea where the Saltash Platter is than you do, Laverham.
Do you expect me to believe that?
Why not? Mairelon shrugged. Its true.              
I gave you the Saltash Platter this morning, Lady Granleigh insisted in her 
most superior manner. How dare you suggest otherwise!
Oh, you gave me a platter, all right, but it was a forgery and you knew it, 
Mairelon said. He gave her a charming smile that expanded to include the entire 
ring of surprised, confused, and skeptical faces. By the by, how do you happen 
to know anything about the Saltash Platter, hmmm?
Never mind! Dan said. I dont care about her, and I dont believe you. He 
raised his pistol and slowly and deliberately cocked it. For the last time, 
where is the Saltash Platter?
I dont have it, Mairelon said.
But of a certainty you do not, said a new voice. Dan whirled, and everyone 
elses head nicked toward the door. Kim bumped her head on a table leg, cursed, 
and turned to see Rene DAuber standing in the doorway. Her auburn hair was 
dressed in ringlets and threaded with a peach-colored ribbon that exactly 
matched the delicate muslin of her walking dress, and she smiled brightly when 
she saw the faces turned toward her. I have it.
Rene! Mairelon said. What are you doing here? Then his face went blank as a 
stocky, sandy-haired man stepped into the doorway beside her, and he added in a 
thunderstruck tone, Andrew?
Twenty-Three
 Hello, Richard, said the sandy-haired man. He sounded nervous and uncertain, 
which Kim thought was understandable under the circumstances, but his attention 
was fixed on Mairelon rather than on Dan or Jack Stower. I, um, its been a 
while.
Well, well, said St. Clair, This is becoming quite the family gathering,
Dan Laverham glared at St. Clair. Mairelon did not move, he seemed as oblivious 
to the crowd around him as the man he had called Andrew, Kim frowned, puzzled 
both by St. Clairs comment and the unusual strength of Mairelons reaction. 
Then her head jerked and almost hit the underside of the table again as several 
fragments condensed into the memory of Mairelons voice saying in a flat tone, 
The evidence was overwhelming. Even my brother Andrew believed it.
What are you doing here? Mairelon said in the same tight voice Kim remembered.
Trying to keep your head out of a noose, Andrew replied, Now that Kim had 
remembered who he must be, she could see how much he resembled Mairelon in his 
middling height, neat build, and rounded face. Andrew glanced at Rene DAuber 
and added, At least, that was the original idea. What do you mean by
Then you do have the Saltash Platter? St. Clair interrupted, looking fixedly 
at Mademoiselle DAuber.
Nonsense, Lady Granleigh said. She made an urgent motion at her brother, but 
Jasper, who did not appear to have the slightest idea what she wanted of him, 
remained where he was.
But, yes, I have it, Rene DAuber told Lord St. Clair. Though I do not at 
all see why it is you who ask, when it is this person with the pistols who was 
so very curious before.
Where is it? Dan demanded.
Dont tell him, Freddy advised, Fellow aint the thing at all, thats my 
opinion.
For once, I agree with you, Freddy, Robert murmured,
Freddy! Marianne had recovered enough to pull away from Robert and clutch at 
Freddys arm in protest. Oh, be careful! That man might shoot you!
It would be a singular service to humanity if he did, St. Clair said. I have 
seldom met a more tiresome group, or one more foolish. Mademoiselle DAuber
Quiet! Dan commanded, Or Ill shoot you, Gregory! Im tired of your 
interference.
You seemed in need of some assistance, Lord St. Clair said with unruffled 
calm. I was only trying to help.
I dont want your help, you insufferable
But you know each other! Rene DAuber said in tones of pleased surprise. It 
is a thing remarkable, I think.
Mairelon shook himself and tore his eyes away from the man in the doorway. Yes, 
St. Clair, how do you come to know Laverham? And how long have you been, er, 
acquainted? At least five years, I think?
Oh, much longer than that, St. Clair replied. I expect you would be vastly 
interested in the details, but unfortunately I dont intend to give them to 
you.
Perhaps Laverham can be persuaded? Mairelon said.
Not by you, Dan snarled. He turned back to Rene. Give me the platter
Behind Rene, Andrew made a gesture of protest, but he had enough sense not to 
say anything. Rene DAuber tilted her head and considered Dan Laverham with an 
air that suggested something unsatisfactory about the object of her scrutiny, 
It is not at all possible for me to give you the platter now, she said at 
last, as if granting a great concession in answering at all.
Rene, Mairelon said warningly
A muscle in Dans jaw jumped. Dont lie to me, he said in a tone that made Kim 
shrink back from the edge of the table, just in case he turned in her direction.
I tell the truth, the Frenchwoman said, affronted. And it is quite true that 
I cannot give you the platter nowI am not a fool, me, and I do not wish to lose 
it. So I do not carry it about with me, especially when there are housebreakers 
and highwaymen and persons with pistols everywhere. If you were not yourself 
without sense, you would have comprehended that and not bothered me with silly 
questions.
Mairelon made a muffled, choking noise. Dan lowered his pistols slightly and 
studied Rene through narrowed eyes.
She aint no dull mort, Jack Stower offered. I bet she done it like she 
says.
I have no doubt of it, St Clair said. If, that is, she has done anything at 
all.
Aint no knowing, Stuggs said with an air of deep gloom, Shes French.
Its easy enough to tell whether shes lying, Dan said. He walked over to the 
card table and set something heavy down just over Kims head. She flinched and 
backed away slowly,
hoping he would not drop anything. If he bent over, he could hardly miss seeing 
her. At the rear of the table, she stopped and curled into a lumpy, motionless 
ball, waiting for Dan to move away again.
What do you think youre doing, Laverham? St. Clair said sharply, and Kim had 
to suppress an urge to peer over the edge of the table to see what he was 
referring to.
Tm going to find out which of them is telling the truth, Dan answered. If its 
Merrill, the Saltash Platter is in this building somewhere. Thats close enough 
for me to find, even with only two of the indicator balls to use as a base for 
the location spell.
Freddy! Marianne said in a carrying whisper. Is he going to cast a spell?
You know not what you do, Jonathan said in his best master-druid voice. 
Beware the consequences of defiling the hall of the Sons of the New Dawn!
Quiet, said Dan. Ive had as much of your posturing as I can stomach. Jack, 
keep an eye on them.
This last instruction seemed unnecessary to Kim, since, from the way his pistols 
had been waving about, Jack had been trying to watch everyone at once for some 
time. She could just see him out the side of the table and through the latticed 
back of a wooden chair, his jaw clenched and his eyes compressed to slits of 
grim concentration. Stuggs was creeping around the outside of the group toward 
him, craning his neck to get a look at Dan. Did the great looby think this was 
some kind of show, or was he fool enough to try a trick on a real magician in 
the middle of a spell? Then Dan began to speak diamond-sharp words Kim could not 
understand, and every other thought left her mind instantly.
She knew at once that something was wrong. Always before when she had heard 
magicians at work, the too-solid words had settled quickly into an orderly 
arrangement, full of dangerous corners and edges but as firm and stable as the 
words themselves Dans words were floating free, jostling against each other 
like a market-day crowd, fighting the structure the magician sought to impose on 
them.
The magicians in the room were also quick to realize that Dan was in trouble. 
Rene DAuber stepped backward into Andrew, her eyes widening, and brought up 
her left hand in a contorted gesture.
Rene, dont! Mairelon cried. Youll only cut whats left of the basic 
binding!
Break off, you fool! St Clair said to Dan at the same moment. Youll have the 
house down in another minute.
He cant break off, Jonathan said with bitter satisfaction. If he does, hell 
lose what control he has. Hell lose it soon, in any case his obstinacy has 
doomed us all.
Jasper Marston made a gobbling noise and collided with his sister as he tried to 
leap for the door. Marianne gave a ladylike shriek and fainted again. This time, 
Freddy caught her without mishap. Dans voice droned on. Robert stared at 
Jonathan and demanded, What do you mean by that, Jon?
He has fallen afoul of the protections of the Sons of the New Dawn, Jonathan 
answered. I warned him not to meddle!
You might have tried warning him you had a protective spell up, you young 
idiot! Mairelon said acidly as, with two swift motions, he undid the special 
knot Kim had used and stripped the binding cords from his wrists. What did you 
use? Quick now!
Jonathan mumbled something, and Kim stopped listening. No matter what he said, 
no matter what Mairelon thought he could do, there wasnt time. She could hear 
the note of desperation in Dans voice, she could feel his words twisting like 
oiled eels. The very air inside the lodge was beginning to shine with 
reflections from the invisible, impossible crystal words, and with every 
syllable Dan spoke, the glow grew stronger. He had to be stopped now, before he 
put so much power into his distorted spell that it really would destroy them all 
when he finally lost control of it.
Kim took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and stood up with a surge, pushing the 
heavy wooden card table up and forward with all her strength. Cards and markers 
slid off and scattered across the floor, the pistol Dan had set on top of them 
followed with a metallic scraping noise. The table hit Dan hard, knocking him 
sideways. He staggered briefly, then regained his feet, but his concentration 
had been shattered and the spell broke free.
There was a brilliant flare of light, and sharp-edged words flew in all 
directions. Mairelon, Rene DAuber, and Lord St Clair flung their arms up in 
identical gestures of repudiation and simultaneously shouted the same 
unintelligible phrase. Kim ducked behind the upturned table as the unseen words 
bounced back toward her. Something hit the floor with a metallic ping, and 
something else with a clear ringing noise. Dan cried out and fell heavily 
against the table. Kim heard a peculiar muffled noise that sounded like Jack 
Stowers voice, then the remnants of the spell swirled and settled around her 
like dust. They lay in shimmering silver drifts on the wooden floor for a long 
moment before they melted into nothing.
Well done, St. Clairs voice said to someone.
Thank you, Rene DAuber responded.
Kim! Mairelon called. He sounded very close, an instant later, he appeared, 
bending anxiously over the end of the table. Kim?
I aint hurt, Kim assured him. Is that spell done with?
For the most part, Mairelon answered.
Judging this to be as near a yes as she was likely to get from him, Kim 
climbed cautiously to her feet and looked around. Freddy, his arms locked around 
the unconscious Marianne, was trading icy stares with Lady Granleigh and Jasper 
Marston. Jonathan alternated between baleful muttering and attempts to untie his 
hands with his teeth. Meanwhile, Jaspers man, Stuggs, had a firm and very 
professional-looking armlock on Jack Stower. Stowers pistols had vanished, and 
his clothes were even more rumpled and disreputable than usual. Kim was sorry 
she had missed seeing their encounter. Robert Choiniet and Mairelon s brother, 
Andrew, were standing over Dan Laverham, who looked and smelled somewhat singed 
but seemed otherwise unhurt. Rene DAuber stood next to the door, her face 
composed, her eyes bright and alert; on the opposite side of the room, Lord St. 
Clair watched the others with a cold, speculative expression.
Ere, now, Stuggs said to Jack, who was struggling in vain. None o that!
Get your hands off me! Dan said to Robert and Andrew. They had considerately 
helped him to his feet and then neglected to let go of his arms.
And give you a chance to grab one of those pistols again, or start some more 
magic? Robert said. Not likely!
Someone should find those guns and get them out of the way, Andrew added.
Did you say something about brandy a bit ago, Jon? Freddy asked. Like to get 
some for Marianne?
Get me out of this first. Jonathan said crossly, holding out his hands and the 
tangle he had made of Kims knots.
Mairelon was studying Kim with an abstracted air, as if she were wearing her 
coat inside out and he couldnt puzzle out why she should do such a thing. Now 
what? Kim asked him in a low voice. We aint much better off than when we 
started.
Arent, Mairelon said without thinking. He blinked. Arent we?
Well, Dan dontdoesnt have his guns any more, Kim admitted. Thats 
something. But we still havent found that platter The real one, I mean And we 
aintarent going to with this lot of Bedlamites muddling everything up 
proper.
Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me, Mairelon said. He glanced around, then 
took two steps sideways and reached under a chair. He straightened and held up 
the vine-covered silver sphere that Dan had used to focus the spell he had cast 
on Kim. You dont happen to see the other one, do you?
Its next to Mr. Aberfords foot, St. Clair said. Mairelon gave him a sharp, 
suspicious look, then retrieved the second sphere without comment. I do hope 
you arent planning to repeat Daniels lunacy, Merrill, Lord St. Clair went on. 
Not only was it an uncomfortable and dangerous bit of sorcery, it was pointless 
as well. I doubt that you could do any better.
Mairelon raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. You think not?
Richard, dont be a fool! Andrew said.
It matters not at all, Rene announced. For that annoying person with the 
pistols was not so altogether unsuccessful as you think. Look! She pointed 
toward the fireplace.
Kim blinked, not understanding, then she saw the silver shimmer on the 
hearthstone. Mairelon immediately lost all interest in St. Clair. Well, well! 
Andrewno, youd better keep hold of Laverham. Aberford and Marston, then, come 
and lend a hand.
It was not quite as easy as that, Jonathan had first to be extracted from the 
rest of the cords on his wrists, and Jasper only stood and glowered until Lady 
Granleigh poked him and pointed eloquently. It took the three of them longer 
than Kim expected to find the notches in the edge of the stone and pry it out.
Mairelon reached down into the gaping hole and lifted out a familiar-shaped 
bundle. Kim held her breath as he pulled the canvas wrapping away and took hold 
of the silver handles.
The Sacred Dish! Jonathan breathed.
Is it another fake? Kim demanded, unable to bear the suspense.
No, Mairelon said He looked up with a broad smile. This is the real Saltash 
Platter.
Twenty-Four
There was a long silence while everyone stared at the heavy silver tray. Then 
Lady Granleigh swept forward.
I believe that belongs to my dear friend, Mr. Charles Bramingham, she said. 
It should be returned to him at once.
By you? Mairelons tone was polite; too polite.
Lady Granleigh lifted her chin. Certainly, she replied without blushing.
No! Jonathan Aberford leaped to his feet and planted himself between Mairelon 
and Lady Granleigh. The Sacred Dish belongs to the Sons of the New Dawn! It 
will not leave this house!
No, no, really, Jon, Freddy protested. I lost it to Henry at play; told you 
that ages agoSo it doesnt belong to the Sons. Doesnt belong to this Charles 
person, either, if it comes to that. Its Henrys.
Ere, said Stuggs, somebody give me a and with this cove afore e breaks is 
arm accidental-like.
Kim grinned malevolently at Jack and crossed the room to retrieve the cord that 
had been used to tie Mairelon and Jonathan. She tossed it to Stuggs, who 
snatched it out of the air and had his grip back on Jacks arms before Jack 
realized he had missed a chance to get free. Kim grinned again to hide her 
unease and kicked a broken chair rung out of her way. Between the chair Freddy 
had smashed, the window Dan had broken, and the table Kim herself had 
overturned, walking across the room was becoming decidedly hazardous. Kim 
retreated to the back wall, where she could see everyone without getting in the 
way.
Lord St. Clair looked up from the platter at last and turned a cool, thoughtful 
gaze on Rene dAuber. So you were lying, he said.
But of course, the Frenchwoman replied with a Gallic shrug. I did not at all 
like that person with the pistols, whom I hope Monsieur Andrew is holding very 
hard. Why should I not lie to him?
Dan lunged, almost breaking free of Andrews hold. Salawle!
What? said Freddy. Lady Granleigh stiffened in outrage, from which Kim deduced 
that whatever Dan had said was disrespectful, if not actually shocking. Stuggs 
and Jack Stower wore identical expressions of bafflement, while Robert glanced 
warily at Rene. Andrew was plainly appalled, but Mairelon seemed to be holding 
back a smile. St. Clair was watching everyone with an expectant air, like a cat 
waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Rene DAuber raised an eyebrow, looking faintly puzzled. Pardon? Your accent 
is not at all good, monsieur. If you wish for me to understand, you should speak 
the English.
I think not, said St. Clair. It might distress the ladies.
You! Dan transferred his glare from Rene to the Baron. You wont get away 
with this!
With what? Lord St. Clair asked in a reasonable tone.
Youre not getting that platter! Youve had everything elsethe money, the 
title, everythingjust because you were born on the right side of the blanket, 
but youre not getting this.
That remains to be seen, St. Clair said calmly.
Does it? Mairelon said. By whom?
The Sacred Dish is the property of the Sons of the New Dawn, Jonathan repeated 
stubbornly. No one paid him any more attention this time than they had the last.
Richard, Andrew put in uneasily, youre not going to keep that thing, are 
you? If youre found with it
there are at least thirteen people here who can say that I didnt have the 
smallest idea where it was until Laverham there did his locating spell, 
Mairelon interrupted. Im sure that at least one or two of them would be 
willing to say as much in court. Dont be a fool, Andrew.
Ah, but you might have been acting, Lord St. Clair said with a cold smile. I 
think Mr. Merrills point is well taken.
You would, Mairelon said.
They dont like each other much, do they? Freddy commented sagely to Robert.
Freddy? Marianne Thornley was coming around again, and the sound of her 
beloveds voice had caught her attention. Oh, Freddy, what has happened?
You have behaved very badly, Lady Granleigh answered in a severe tone. We 
shall, however, discuss it later, in private. Jasper! We have wasted enough 
time. Bring the platter out to the carriage at once. Come, Marianne.
You arent taking Marianne anywhere, Freddy said, stepping in front of the 
shrinking Marianne.
Nor you the Saltash Platter, Mairelon said to Jasper.
Amelia Jasper said, waffling visibly.
Really, Jasper! Youre larger than he is, said Lady Granleigh over her 
shoulder. Just take it.
Allow me to get out of the way first, said Lord St. Clair.
Kim frowned as St. Clair moved farther away from the hearth where Mairelon, 
Jonathan, and Jasper stood. She could understand a gentry cove not wanting to 
get involved in a turn-up, but St. Clair hadnt been close enough to be 
inconvenienced by a fight. She watched as he crossed the room to join Lady 
Granleigh, and saw him stumble as he passed a footstool. Her frown deepened. Had 
he scooped something from the floor? She couldnt be sure, he had turned away 
from her as he straightened.
The sound of a scuffle distracted her. She turned in time to see Mairelon shove 
the handle end of the Saltash Platter into Jasper Marstons stomach. Kim winced 
in sympathy as Jasper doubled over with a huff of exhaled breath. Mairelon 
yanked the platter back, grabbed the free handle, and brought it down on the 
back of Jaspers head. There was a satisfying clang, and Jasper collapsed 
without another sound.
Very impressive, St. Clair said without enthusiasm. Kim looked quickly back at 
him, but his hands were empty; if he had picked anything up, he had hidden it 
under his coat.
Mairelon turned and flourished the platter in an elegant stage bow. Would you 
care to be the next to try to take it?
Richard! Andrew said, sounding horrified. You cant go around assaulting 
peers of the realm!
Oh, really, Andrew, hes only a baron, Mairelon said irritably.
Rene DAuber rolled her eyes. It is not how it must be done, she declared.
And giving St. Clair the Saltash Platter is? Mairelon asked, his jaw 
tightening.
I did not say such a thing at all, Rene said with dignity.
Lady Granleigh turned, her attention momentarily diverted from Freddy and 
Marianne. She raked Mairelon with a haughty look that had no apparent effect 
whatever, and sniffed loudly. Lord St. Clair seems an infinitely more proper 
person to have charge of that object than you, Mr. de Mare, or whatever your 
name is.
Just so, said St. Clair. And after all, Mr. Merrill is a wanted man. I wonder 
what the Bow Street Runners would make of this little scene?
Mairelons lips thinned. Jack Stower lurched sideways, whimpering, in spite of 
William Stuggss grip on his arms and the cord Stuggs had knotted around his 
wrists, dragging the two of them several feet nearer the door. Jonathan Aberford 
shifted uncomfortably and ran a hand through his hair as if in search of the 
stocking mask that had been taken from him in the carriage. Lady Granleigh 
turned a shade paler and raised her chin imperiously.
Oh, no, Dan Laverham said softly. He was staring at Lord St Clair with 
single-minded intensity, and Kim had never heard so much hatred in anyones 
voice before. Not this time, Gregory. This time, if I lose, you lose, too.
You had better think what you are saying, St. Clair replied, frowning. In any 
case, this is not a suitable place for that discussion.
I have thought, Dan said. You lied to me before and tried to use me; I wont 
make the same mistake again. You call the Runners in, Gregory, and Ill tell 
them whose idea it was to nick that bloody platter, yes, and exactly how it was 
arranged, too. Shall I tell this lot right now?
Please do, Mairelon said.
Dont be absurd, Daniel, Lord St. Clair put in quickly. No one will take your 
word for anything.
St. Clair? Andrew said. You mean St. Clair stole the Saltash Set? I dont 
believe it.
There, you see? said the baron.
Not so fast, Mairelon said. I want to hear him out.
Robert nodded. Let him have his say.
Hes a gutter-bred criminal! St. Clair snapped. I give you my word as a peer 
of the realm
Dans high, half-hysterical laughter cut off whatever Lord St. Clair had planned 
to say Peer of the realm! The only reason youre the peer and Im the gutter 
brat is that our blue-blooded father was too high in the instep to marry a 
kitchen maid, though he wasnt above giving her a tumble.
Good Lord, breathed Mairelon, looking from Dan to St. Clair. So thats it.
This discussion is highly improper, Lady Granleigh announced. Marianne, cover 
your ears. I recommend that you do the same, Miss DAuber, though I am well 
aware that French persons do not have any real delicacy of mind.
Everyone, including Marianne, was too busy studying the two men to pay any 
attention to Lady Granleigh. The resemblance between them was marked. Kim 
remembered how shaken she had been by her first glimpse of Lord St. Clair, when 
she had thought for a moment that he was Dan Laverham, and cursed herself 
mentally for not guessing the truth before. But who would have pegged Dan for 
gentry blood, even on the wrong side of the blanket?
St. Clair looked a trifle pale, but seemed otherwise unmoved by the intense 
scrutiny. This does not change matters at all, he said. Your wild accusations 
are clearly the delusions of a mind deranged by jealousy. I am very sorry you 
have been subjected to this, Lady Granleigh, but I venture to hope that you will 
not hold my fathers indiscretion against me.
Dan laughed again, bitterly. Still wanting to have your cake and eat it, too, 
Gregory? You were pleased enough with me as long as you could make use of my 
services. You shouldnt have lied to me about the Saltash Set, though. If Id 
known it was magical, Id never have split it up to sell.
You ad this ere dish as all the fuss is over? William Stuggs put in 
unexpectedly. Ow did that appen?
Fenton was my man, Dan said, speaking directly to St. Clair. He wouldnt have 
dreamed of cracking a crib without cutting me in. You didnt know that when you 
told him to keep mum about it, did you?
Be quiet, Daniel, Lord St. Clair said.
Why? I told you, this time youre going to lose, one way or another.
No. St. Clair sounded regretful, almost sad. You may make my life a little 
difficult for a time, but even if everyone here believes you, it wont make any 
real difference. Bow Street wont take the word of a criminal against that of a 
Baron, and without Fenton you have no proof of anything you say. There will be 
rumors, of course, and one or two houses may shut their doors to me for a time, 
but nothing more serious than that. Its one of the advantages of my position, 
you see.
Dan Laverham growled and lunged again. St. Clair stood quietly, smiling slightly 
as Andrew and Robert fought Dan back under control.
There, you, Robert panted. Now, before you continue, would one of you mind 
explaining why that he waved a free hand at the Saltash Platter, then had to 
grab Dans arm again, is so all-fired important? Im getting tired of not 
knowing what, exactly, is going on.
Its perfectly plain, Jonathan said. The Sacred Dish
Oh, stop nattering about the Sacred Dish, Robert begged. This is serious, 
Jon.
Quite serious, Mairelon said over Jonathans spluttered protests. This is
the Saltash Platter, part o a set as was stolen from the Royal College of 
Wizards upwards o five years ago, by a person or persons unknown, said William 
Stuggs. He smiled seraphically over Jack Stowers shoulder at the circle of 
surprised faces, and before the surprise could turn to speculation he added, I 
ate to disconvenience the Quality-like, but I ave to inform you that you, Lord 
Gregory St. Clair, and you, Mr. Daniel Laverham, and this cove ere, oose name 
I aint ad the dubious pleasure of bein told, are all under arrest in the name 
o the Law, for the theft o the Saltash Set, breakin an enterin, olding a 
lot o respectable folk at gunpoint, an one or two other things as are against 
the Law o the Realm.
Hes a Runner! Kim burst out before she thought.
Jasper, you fool! said Lady Granleigh, too angry to remember that her brother 
was still comatose on the hearthstone.
Good Lord! said Andrew. Miss DAuber, did you know?
It is to me a great surprise also, Rene DAuber assured him. It is entirely 
a good thing after all, however, since Monsieur St. Clair and that person with 
the pistols are arrested, so I shall not repine in the least.
Well, well, Mairelon said. He stepped forward, holding out the Saltash Platter 
to Stuggs. I expect youll want this as evidence?
I fear not, St. Clair put in. Kim looked back at him and froze. He was holding 
one of Dans pistols trained on Stuggs, who stood between him and the door, and 
his expression was grim. Or rather, you may want it, but you wont have it.
Dont shoot! Jack Stower pleaded, twisting in Stuggss grip in a vain effort 
to get out of Lord St. Clairs line of fire. I aint no nabbing cull! Dont 
shoot me!
You cant shoot all of us with only one pistol, Mairelon said gently to St. 
Clair, ignoring Jacks frantic cries.
Quite true, Lord St. Clair agreed. His left arm shot out and grabbed Marianne, 
who shrieked loudly as he pulled her close and pointed the pistol at her head. 
But I doubt that any of you will let the young lady be hurt just to keep me 
here. I shall let her go in Dover, when I board the packet for Franceprovided, 
of course, that no one does anything foolish.
Here, now! Freddy expostulated. What dyou think youre doing?
Lord St. Clair! Lady Granleigh exclaimed in tones of shock.
You wouldnt dare, Andrew said to St Clair.
He certainly would, Mairelon said to Andrew. I think you had better move away 
from the door, Stuggs. Your superiors will have to be content with half a haul 
this time.
St. Clair smiled and started forward, dragging Marianne along with him, as 
Stuggs reluctantly moved aside. Dont forget the platter, Merrill, St. Clair 
said, turning his head slightly.
At that precise moment, Freddy Meredith stepped in front of Gregory St. Clair 
and astonished the entire company by knocking him down. His success was due only 
partially to his catching St. Clair completely off guard; Kim had to admit dial 
the blow had been a regular wisty castor. Lord St. Clair fell backward, 
discharging his pistol into the ceiling above the hearth. A shower of plaster 
descended on Jonathan and the unfortunate Jasper, who coughed, choked, and sat 
up at last, holding his head and moaning.
Well struck! Robert said after a stunned moment.
Dash it all, Freddy, that was a stupid trick to pull! Jonathan complained, 
brushing at the plaster dust that covered his shoulders. I might have been 
shot!
Oh, Freddy! said Marianne, throwing her arms around him in ecstasy. How 
brave!
Get up, you villain, and Ill do it again, Freddy said. Dashed lot of nerve 
youve got, bullying ladies and frightening Marianne.
St Clair did not reply. He lay sprawled on the floor, his top hat gone and his 
hair disarranged, staring at Freddy as if he could not believe what had 
happened.
I knew he was a regular Captain Sharp, Kim said with considerable satisfaction 
to no one in particular.
To her surprise, Mairelon answered her. Yes, you did, and very right you were, 
too. Just hand that other bit of cord to Andrew, will you, Kim? Then look around 
for something to tie St. Clair. Ill feel considerably happier when all three of 
them are, er, secure.
Thats good sense, govnor, Stuggs said approvingly. An pick up them other 
pops while youre at it. They adnt ought to be lyin about for the likes o 
im to get is ands on.
There aint no rope or string or anything, Kim said, picking up the second 
piece of cord and Dans other pistol. I already looked.
Amelia? jaspers voice rose querulously from the hearth. Whats happening? 
Have you got the platter?
You imbecile! Lady Granleigh stalked to her brothers side, the better to 
berate him. Fool! That man of yours is a Bow Street Runner!
Stuggs? Dont be silly, Amelia. Monkton recommended him; hed hardly send me a 
Runner, now, would he?
Mairelon glanced at the two of them, then took the cord and pistol from Kim and 
walked over to Laverham, Robert, and Andrew. He handed the cord to his brother 
and said, Tie him up.
Of course, Andrew answered. Richard
In a minute, Andrew. Mr. , er, Stuggs, I believe youll find this useful, at 
least until weve gotten things sorted out. Mairelon handed Stuggs the pistol, 
then tapped Freddy, who was still glaring pugnaciously at Lord St. Clair, on the 
shoulder.
I think this would be a good moment for a discreet departure, he said when 
Freddy turned. He nodded his head in the direction of Lady Granleigh and her 
brother, quarreling in front of the fireplace.
What? said Freddy. Oh, I see. Good of you to mention it. Come on, Marianne. 
He abandoned St. Clair to Stuggs and the pistol, and he and Marianne slipped out 
the open door.
That was very kind, Rene DAuber said to Mairelon. But  have you not perhaps 
made for yourself more trouble? Im sure of it, Mairelon said cheerfully. 
But I believe I owe Lady Granleigh one, for setting her unspeakable brother on 
me, and I cant think of a better way of evening the score.
It seems singularly appropriate, Robert said, stepping forward. But I would 
like to point out that I still havent had my explanation. Not in any way that 
is remotely satisfactory, that is. I dont suppose youd care to try again?
Good luck, Kim said under her breath. She gave the rest of the dropped pistols 
to Mairelon, then sat on a nearby footstool to watch. Andrew and Rene were both 
looking expectantly at Mairelon, Jonathan was scowling at him, and any minute 
now Lady Granleigh would realize that her wealthy ward had managed to escape 
again. It ought to be better than a Drury Lane comedy.
Twenty-Five
Mairelon set the Saltash Platter on the seat of a high-backed chair and put the 
pistols Kim had given him on top of it. When he turned back to the group, he was 
no longer smiling. Yes, there do seem to be a number of loose ends, he said. 
For instance, what are you doing here, Rene?
It is as your brother has said, Mademoiselle DAuber replied. She thought for 
a moment, then added scrupulously, For the most part.
We came because Miss DAuber had heard there was a Runner on your trail, 
Andrew put in.
And you wished to assist him? Mairelon said politely.
No! Andrew looked hurt. Iwe came to warn youAnd to help you, if we could, 
though I suppose youve no reason to believe that.
Why didnt you just tell Kim the Bow Street Runners were about? Mairelon asked 
Rene. Why the meeting? And why werent you there?
Meeting? Andrew stared at Rene DAuber in surprised speculation. You didnt 
tell me anything about a meeting.
But of course not, Rene said. She gave the brothers a brilliant smile. You 
have both got the heads of pigs, and if I had told you she nodded at Mairelon, 
that Monsieur Merrill the elder was here, you would have said a great many 
things of no politeness and gone away without seeing him, because you thought he 
did not believe you. And if I had told you she glared at Andrew, that we 
were to meet with your brother, you would have made a great many excuses of no 
merit and not have come, because you did not want to face him and admit you made 
the mistake five years ago That is why I was late, she added, turning to 
Mairelon. He was being difficult.
Difficult? I was being difficult? Andrew was almost beyond speech.
Do you mean to say that you dragged Andrew down here to force the two of us to 
make up with each other? Mairelon demanded with equal incredulity.
Rene opened her eyes very wide. But of course. This feud was all very well 
when you were in France and he was here, but it would be altogether tiresome if 
you were both in England, and me, I do not like the things tiresome. So I 
thought I would arrange it.
The brothers exchanged a look of complete accord, and Kim suppressed a grin. 
That served Mairelon a bit of his own sauce! Stuggs shook his head sadly. 
French, he explained to the room at large.
And you werent looking for the Saltash Platter? Mairelon asked Rene, though 
Kim could tell from his tone that he did not really have doubts any longer.
It would have been a very good thing, I think, if I could have gotten it, 
Rene answered, unperturbed. For then we should not have had all this confusion 
which you have still not explained in the least.
But for yourself?
For me? Rene looked at Mairelon with convincing horror. But no! Only 
consider! The Saltash Platter makes persons speak the truth, and that would have 
been of all things the most inconvenient.
Kim laughed. Mairelon looked at her with an affronted expression, which only 
made her laugh harder. Slowly Mairelon began to smile. Yes, under the 
circumstances, I can see where it would have been, er, inconvenient.
Lady Granleigh chose this moment to stop abusing her brother and turn back to 
the rest of the roomMarianne, it is high timewhere is Marianne?
Gone, Mairelon answered helpfully.
Jonathan snickered, and Lady Granleigh rounded on him. It is not humorous, 
young man! Stand aside, she commanded Stuggs. I must leave at once, to prevent 
my ward from throwing herself away on that lamentably foolish young man.
I ave my duty, Stuggs said, not moving. And I ave one or two questions as 
you ought to answer, beggin your pardon for the inconvenience.
Of course, you could always pay a call in Bow Street later, Mairelon put in as 
Lady Granleigh stared, unable to believe that Stuggs had not immediately 
followed her orders. It would cause quite a sensation among the ton, you might 
even set a new fashion.
Amelia! Jasper had gone pale. We cant! The duns would be after me the minute 
they got wind of it.
What is it you wish to know? Lady Granleigh said stiffly.
Ow did you come to ave an interest in that there platter? An what sort o 
interest did you ave?
I am very much afraid that I can answer that, a new voice said from behind 
Stuggs.
Stuggs jumped back and whirled, so that he could cover both the doorway and the 
corner where Laverham, Stower, and St. Glair stood. Then he smiled and relaxed. 
Sir! he said, and stepped aside.
Four men entered behind him. Hunch was the only one Kim recognized; the other 
three were gentry toffs, middle-aged and dressed for riding, but she didnt 
recall seeing any of them before. She glanced around the room, sizing up the 
reactions of the rest of the group. Lady Granleigh was staring at the man who 
had spoken, and she had gone rather pale. Jonathan Aberford turned red when he 
saw the second toff, but Robert smiled in relief at the same man. Laverham and 
Stower wore blank expressions, St. Clairs eyes narrowed and his lips thinned as 
he stared at the newcomers, and Kim got the impression that he was not at all 
pleased. Stuggs was watching the third man with a respectful expression. Andrew, 
Rene, and Mairelon all looked startled to various degrees.
What ave you been a-doing now. Master Richards? Hunch demanded, ignoring the 
rest of the company entirely.
An excellent question, Robert murmured. Perhaps youll do better at getting 
an answer than we have.
Well, well, Mairelon said. He blinked, smiled, and swept a bow. Your servant, 
Granleigh, Bramingham. Im afraid youve missed most of the excitement, Edward.
I am desolated, the third man replied. With a start, Kim recognized his voice 
he was the Earl of Shoreham, who had sent Mairelon off to Ranton Hill in search 
of the Saltash Platter. Richard, I hate to be overly particular, but I seem to 
recall telling you not to attract atten Andrew? What the devil are you doing 
here?
No, no, weve already had that bit, Mairelon said. I want to know what 
Granleigh here meant when he said he could account for Lady Granleighs, er, 
actions. And how you all happen to be here, he added as an afterthought.
I received some information last night, after Hunch left, the Earl replied. He 
glanced toward Laverham and St. Clair. I thought it sufficiently urgent to post 
down, but it seems to have been an unnecessary effort.
If youre talking about the irregular relationship between Mr. Laverham and St. 
Clair, yes, thats come out, Mairelon said. But where did you pick up these 
others?
Hunch told me youd gone to Bramingham Place, Shoreham said. Naturally we 
went looking for you there. Mrs. Bramingham had just discovered that most of her 
houseguests had vanished, and Bramingham and Granleigh elected to come with me 
in hopes of hunting them up.
And in hopes of getting away from the excellent Mrs. Braminghams frenzy, 
Mairelon murmured. Quite understandable. Now, what was that you were saying 
about Lady Granleigh? he asked, turning to the tall, distinguished man who had 
been first through the door.
The first man sighed and glanced toward the Earl of Shoreham. My wife has a 
tendency to meddle, he explained. Lady Granleigh stiffened and recovered her 
usual color, but her husband gave her a look that caused her to subside without 
saying anything. Kim was impressed; there must be more to this stuffy-looking 
cull than at first appeared.
A tendency to meddle, Lord Granleigh repeated. And considerably more ambition 
than I had realizedI believe she was trying to arrange for me to be the next 
Minister of Wizardry. He gave the Earl of Shoreham another sidelong look as he 
spoke, as though checking his reaction.
Nonsense, Stephen, Lady Granleigh said unconvincingly. You are perfectly 
capable of managing such matters yourself.
True, Lord Granleigh replied. A fact which you would be well advised to 
remember in the future, Amelia. Your interference this time could very easily 
have had unpleasant consequences. 
I dont know what you are talking about, Lady Granleigh said even more 
unconvincingly than before. I am only here to keep Marianne from ruining 
herself with Freddy Meredith.
I dont believe it, the last of the three toffs put in. Freddys a good lad. 
He wouldnt do anything, er, dishonorable.
Freddy said something about a special license before he left, Mr Bramingham, 
Robert said, ignoring Lady Granleighs glare.
Yes, I believe he has one with him, Mairelon said. Amazingly sensible of him, 
too. Any number of things might have gone wrong between here and Gretna Green, 
if hed chosen that route.
Sensible? Jonathan goggled at Mairelon. Freddy?
There, you see? Mr. Bramingham said to the room at large. His eye fell on St. 
Clair, and he frowned. Shoreham, whats Baron St. Clair doing in the corner 
with this fellow pointing a pistol at him?
Es under arrest, in the name o the Law, Stuggs informed him. Along with 
these other twoI avent got straight yet which o em did what, but they as 
all done somethin, and I ave my duty.
You ought to be arresting that man as well, Jonathan Aberford grumbled, 
pointing at Mairelon. Whoever he is. Didnt someone say he was wanted?
Andrews face set in grim lines. Mairelon only smiled and looked at the Earl of 
Shoreham. Shoreham returned the smile, then said to Jonathan, He is certainly 
wanted by the French, but though our relations with them have improved a good 
deal, I dont think our cooperation would stretch so far as to turn one of our 
people over to them. Particularly a man with such a distinguished record.
Youre too kind, Mairelon said.
Probably, Shoreham agreed blandly.
Andrews mouth had dropped open, as had Lady Granleighs. St. Clair had gone 
white, Rene DAuber and Hunch looked smug. What are you talking about? 
Jonathan demanded.
The Earl of Shoreham sighed. For the past five years, Richard Merrill has been 
one of the best agents the War Office has had the good fortune to employ. is 
that clear enough for you?
Butbut I thought he stole the Saltash Set, Jonathan said, frowning.
Merrill? the Earl of Shoreham said. Its your turn to explain.
In a minute. I dont think we were quite through with Lord Granleigh yet, 
Mairelon answered. I still dont understand what Lady Granleighs ambitions for 
her husband have to do with the Saltash Set, or how she found out about it in 
the first place.
She listened at doors, thats how, Jasper Marston said waspishly, lifting his 
head for the first time since the Earl and his companions had arrived.
Lady Granleigh gasped. Jasper, how dare you
Oh, stop it, Amelia, Jasper said. Theres no use pretending to injured 
innocence. They already know most of it. They know you, he added spitefully.
You are not thinking about what you are saying, Lady Granleigh said in a tone 
that could have frozen the Thames at mid-summer.
I know exactly what Im saying! This whole mess is your fault, Amelia, and Im 
not going to take the blame for it.
My fault? You are the one who brought along that Bow Street Runner! I suppose 
you are going to claim you knew nothing about it.
As it appens, e didnt, Stuggs put in. I know my business, and it aint 
lettin no buffle-eaded toff in on the nick, beggin your pardon, sir.
It was your idea to get hold of that blasted platter! Jasper said, ignoring 
Stuggs. The whole thing was your idea, start to finish!
Mairelon cleared his throat, which recalled the presence of an audience to the 
combatants. Lady Granleigh closed her mouth on whatever she had planned to say, 
and Jasper subsided on the hearth once more, holding his head. Mairelon smiled 
blandly. And how would Lady Granleighs, er, acquiring the Saltash Platter 
advance you with the Ministry, Lord Granleigh?
Lord Granleigh looked at Mairelon in surprise. Good Lord, man, recovering the 
Saltash Set and catching the thief would give anyone a boost! One of those chaps 
down at the Royal College came up with a gadget that said so, and the whole 
Ministry has been buzzing ever since.
A gadget? Mairelon frowned, distracted. Not one of Fotheringtons crystals? 
Hes been trying to get them to make accurate predictions forever, do you mean 
to say hes finally succeeded?
As it happens, yes, the Earl of Shoreham said. You can discuss it with him 
later.
How did he get it to
Later, Richard. Right now, we want your story, and you must admit weve been 
very patient.
Too patient, Hunch said darkly.
Oh, very well. I think I have enough of the pieces to put together a fairly 
good picture. Its a long tale, though, youd best make yourselves comfortable.
The Earl suppressed another sigh and leaned against the door. Mr. Bramingham, 
looking mildly puzzled, held a chair for Rene DAuber, while the rest of the 
company (with the exception of Stuggs and his prisoners) settled themselves 
around the room. Watching Lady Granleigh and Jonathan Aberford vie for a chair, 
Kim was glad shed bagged the footstool before it had occurred to anyone else to 
sit down.
The story begins about five years ago, Mairelon said, and Kim smiled, 
recognizing the familiar lecturing tone. The Saltash Set, of which this is 
part, was being displayed in the antechamber of the Royal College of Wizards, to 
which I had recently been elected.
Lord St Clair Mairelon gave him an ironic half-bow, had for some time been 
attempting to obtain the Saltash Set from the College, but for one reason or 
another, the College refused to sell. So he decided to steal it. Having no 
experience with the finer points of theft, he approached his illegitimate half 
brother, Daniel Laverham, for assistance.
Laverham sent St. Clair a young man named James Fenton, who I must suppose was 
both an accomplished housebreaker and extremely loyal to Laverham. Laverham, you 
see, disliked and distrusted St. Clair
With reason! Dan Laverham interrupted, glaring at Lord St. Clair.
Quiet, you, Stuggs said. Youll ave your chance to talk later.
St. Clair arranged for Fenton to steal the Saltash Set, Mairelon continued. 
St. Clair must have taken care of the Royal Colleges magical precautions 
against theft, and Fenton did the rest, including dropping one or two items hed 
stolen from me in the antechamber to make it look as if I were the thief. He had 
even timed things so that Id be on my way home alone from my club when the 
theft occurred, so he had no reason to worry about laying information at Bow 
Street against me.
Unfortunately for St. Clair, things began going wrong at that point. I ran into 
Shoreham here outside the club, and we got to arguing about the use of 
invocations in wards and protective spells. We ended up at Renes, 
experimenting with catnip and powdered pearls until the watchmen made their 
morning rounds.
Then why didnt you say so? Andrew burst out. Why did you let everyone 
believe
At first, because I didnt see the need, Mairelon said. I didnt think anyone 
would take the accusation seriously. And there was Renes reputation to 
consider.
Which was a great foolishness, Rene DAuber said emphatically. I am the 
eccentric, me, and no one pays the least attention when I do odd things.
Not now. Mairelon agreed. But five years ago you were barely eighteen, and it 
would not have done.
Bah! said Rene, dismissing these imaginary terrors with a wave. You are 
altogether English, and very silly besides. Papa and I would have contrived 
something.
But once you knew the Runners intended to arrest you Andrew said and stopped, 
looking from Mairelon to Rene uncertainly.
By then I had asked them not to say anything, the Earl of Shoreham said. It 
was the perfect excuse for Richard to fly the country and take up residence on 
the Continent, and we needed someone like him to do just that. Someone who could 
deal with any level of society, someone who wouldnt look too suspicious, and 
above all, someone who knew magic. Richard was perfect.
So Hunch and I fled to France, Mairelon resumed. Meanwhile, Fenton took the 
Saltash Set to Laverham instead of St. Clair. Since Laverham didnt know the set 
had magical properties, he broke it up and sold it to spite his brother. By the 
time Fenton learned that the set was more useful together than apart, it was too 
late. The pieces were scattered, and practically impossible to trace.
Laverham and St. Clair were looking at Mairelon as if he had suddenly acquired 
two heads. the rest of the company was listening with rapt attention. Kim shook 
her head in admiration. Mairelon had put it together so neatly that he might 
have been eavesdropping on Laverham and St. Clair the whole time.
One of the pieces of the set, the bowl, was purchased by a German Baron, 
Mairelon said. I got wind of it, and after the war I stayed on the Continent to 
track it down. It took me nearly a year. Meanwhile, Laverham had recovered two 
of the four spheres, and the platter had fallen into the innocent hands of Mr. 
Aberfords little group.
Jonathan Aberford scowled, and Kim wondered whether he was more annoyed by 
Mairelons reference to the druids as a little group or by his characterizing 
them as innocent.
That was the situation some four weeks ago when I returned to England, 
Mairelon said, giving Jonathan a charming smile, And things began to get 
complicated. Naturally I couldnt return as myself; the Runners were still after 
me, and I have a great deal of respect for their abilities. He and Stuggs 
exchanged nods. So I chose the role of a market performer. No one expects a 
real magician to work for pennies and the occasional shilling in a market, so I 
didnt expect anyone to look for me there. But I did send word to Shoreham, and 
I presume he told you, Lord Granleigh.
Mairelon paused and looked at Lord Granleigh expectantly. Lord Granleigh nodded. 
He did. We discussed the implications at some length. He glanced at his wife 
and added, In my study.
That will be how Lady Granleigh heard about it, Mairelon said with supreme 
lack of tact. She, ah, persuaded her brother to help her find me, intending, I 
suppose, to collect me and as much of the Saltash Set as possible and present 
the lot to the Royal College on behalf of her husband.
And a proper mull e made of it, Stuggs put in, looking scornfully at Jasper 
Marston. Went around askin this one an that one, with no more sense nor a 
baby. Word was all over St. Giles before the day was out.
How was I to know? Jasper complained. Find this Merrill person, she said; 
well, how do you find one man in the whole of London without asking?
Which explains how Bow Street heard of my return, Mairelon said, and 
undoubtedly how Mr. Laverham heard of it, as well. He glanced at Dan, who 
glared and said nothing. Bow Street arranged for Mr. Stuggs here to keep an eye 
on Mr. Marston. At least, I presume it was Bow Street. He threw a sidelong look 
at the Earl of Shoreham.
The Earl laughed. Right again, Richard Stuggs has done a job or two for me 
before, though this wasnt one of them. How did you guess?
He recognized you when you arrived just now, Mairelon answered. And only one 
of your people would call you sir and not my lord.
Lady Granleigh sniffed, but a look from her husband kept her from saying 
anything.
Once he found Mairelon the Magician, Mr. Marston hired Kim here to look through 
my wagon for the Saltash Bowl. I, er, found her in process and persuaded her to 
come with me after she completed her commission from Mr. Marston.
Cloth-head, Kim muttered, not entirely sure whether she meant Marston or 
Mairelon.
I suspect it was Laverhams men we gave the slip to on our way out of London, 
Mairelon went on blandly. It doesnt matter, though. Shoreham told us where the 
platter was, and we came here to recover it. Im not sure how Rene found out 
where we were headed
Lord Shoreham told me, Rene said .And since Monsieur Andrew Merrill was of 
an unhappiness, and had besides heard some of the rumors, and since I also heard 
that the Bow Street Runners were of an interest, I thought, me, that it would be 
best to come here and arrange matters myself.
Rene! Shoreham looked horrified.
Oh. I was very discreet. Rene assured him. No one knew I was not in London, 
except of course Madame Bramingham and her guests, and Monsieur Andrew stayed at 
the inn in that town with the dreadful name I cannot remember.
Swafflton? Mairelon murmured.
Yes, that is it, Rene said. And it has all turned out well, so there is no 
reason for you to pull your mouth down, so, and make faces as if you have the 
stomachache.
You should have left matters to me, Shoreham said, shaking his head.
Rene opened her eyes very wide. Truly? But it does not seem to me that you 
have done very much.
It wasnt necessary, Mairelon said. Any more than it was necessary for you to 
come.
Well, but it might have been, Rene replied, unperturbed. And it is better to 
be too ready, is it not? Also, I do not see that you would explain anything at 
all to me if I had stayed in London, and I do not wish to perish of the 
curiosity. So I am glad I came, and I do not care if you look very sour about 
it.
Mairelon rolled his eyes, and Kim laughed. She was beginning to like Rene in 
spite of herself.
I dont know whether Lady Granleigh knew that the Saltash Platter was in Ranton 
Hill when she came down to Mrs Braminghams house party, Mairelon went on after 
a moment, but I rather think not. It didnt take her long to discover it and 
send for her brother, though, and the roads and weather being as theyve been, 
both of them were settled in before we arrived.
Laverham must have known the platters whereabouts for several months, at 
least, but he was being very cautious. He arranged for James Fenton to take a 
job as footman to Freddy Meredith, intending to have Fenton steal the platter 
for him Later. Fenton had other ideas.
Dan Laverham muttered something under his breath and glared at Mairelon. 
Mairelon smiled, and Kim shook her head. He was enjoying this altogether too 
much, she thought.
Fentons family was respectable, and his brother was a silversmith. Fenton 
persuaded him to copy the Saltash Platter exactly. Perhaps the original idea was 
to cover up the theft of the platter for as long as possible, but he must have 
realized fairly soon that he could make a tidy sum selling copies of the platter 
to each of the, er, interested parties. Since he wasnt a magician himself, he 
didnt know that the forgeries would be childishly easy to spot.
When the copies were finished, Fenton replaced the real platter with a copy and 
hid it in the druids lodge. Mairelon waved at the gaping hole in the floor in 
front of the hearth. But he was stretching his luck; making the copies had 
taken a long time, and Laverham was beginning to worry, particularly since by 
then hed heard that I was back. So Laverham sent Jack Stower there down to 
Ranton Hill to check on Fenton.
Then he didnt follow me at all! Kim exclaimed, remembering how frightened she 
had been by Jacks unexpected appearance at the inn in Ranton Hill.
No, but it was as well that you kept out of sight, Mairelon said. Think of 
the trouble wed have had if Laverham had arrived a few days earlier than he 
did.
Kim shuddered.
Richard, the Earl of Shoreham said. His tone was mild, but Mairelon signed and 
returned to his story.
Just to thoroughly confuse matters, at about this time Freddy Meredith lost the 
false platter to Henry Bramingham in a game of cards. Henry knew that his 
uncle, Mairelon nodded at Gregory St. Clair, collected oddities of that sort 
and proposed to give it to him. That brought St. Clair down to Ranton Hill 
posthaste and set off an interesting round of burglaries at Bramingham Place. 
Kim and I were privileged to observe most of the parade.
What, what? said Mr. Bramingham.
We hid in your priests hole, Mairelon explained.
Priests hole? Kim said, disappointed. Is that what it was? I thought it was 
a spell.
Bramingham showed it to me last time I visited, Mairelon said. Next time your 
household is roused in the middle of the night, Bramingham, you should remember 
to check inside it.
Yes, but whats this about burglaries? Bramingham said. Somebody broke into 
the library a couple of nights ago, but
Several somebodies, Mairelon interrupted. Actually, I believe Rene was the 
first, but she recognized the platter for a fake and left it where it was. She 
was long gone when Kim and I got there.
I knew I adnt ought to ave gone to London and left you ere with er, Hunch 
said.
It wasnt my idea! Kim protested.
I didnt figure as it was, Hunch said dryly, and Kim blinked in surprise. Then 
she grinned at him.
We were interrupted by Mr. Stowers arrival. Mairelon said with a quelling 
look at Hunch. Stower was interrupted in turn by Marston and Stuggs, who were 
interrupted by Jonathan Aberford.
Jonathan? Robert Choiniet said, startled. Are you sure?
He has a turn of phrase that is unmistakable, Mairelon answered.
Have you got maggots in your head? Robert demanded, glaring at Jonathan. Or 
have you suddenly gotten as bacon-brained as Freddy Meredith? Why in heavens 
name would you try to burgle Bramingham Place?
I thought it would work, Jonathan said sullenly.
He hadnt counted on the, er, competition, Mairelon said. In the end, Lady 
Granleigh managed to obtain the platter by as neat a trick as Ive seen. You 
might consider taking her on, Shoreham; shes got the nerves for it.
Lady Granleigh looked as if she did not know whether to be pleased or insulted 
by this remark, and Kim hid a smile.
Lady Granleigh quickly discovered that her platter was a forgery, which left 
her in something of a dilemma. She couldnt return it to the Braminghams without 
awkward explanations, but she didnt want to keep it, either. And Jonathan 
Aberford was hanging about Bramingham Place and making a nuisance of himself, if 
Lady Granleigh and her brother made any attempts to locate the real platter, 
Jonathan was sure to notice. So she decided to give the forgery back to the 
druids and solve two problems at once.
Miss DAuber and I had agreed to meet this morning near here to compare what we 
had each learned. She was delayed Mairelon gave Andrew a quick look, and 
Andrew smiled wryly, so I was here alone when Lady Granleigh and her party 
arrived. I, ah, accepted the platter on Mr Aberfords behalf.
By what right? Jonathan demanded.
Mairelon looked at him without answering. Stuggs made a peculiar noise that Kim 
realized, after a moment, was a smothered chuckle. Jonathan turned very red and 
subsided, muttering, and Mairelon turned back to the Earl of Shoreham and 
continued his tale.
Meanwhile, Fenton was proceeding with his own plans. He gave or sold the second 
of his fakes to Jack Stower and presumably made arrangements to meet with a 
couple of other prospective customers. Mairelon glanced toward St Clair, who 
did not react. Jonathan Aberford, however, scowled and shifted uneasily. 
Mairelon smiled. Yes, I thought so.
Get on with it, Richard, the Earl said. He sounded amused but determined.
You have no sense of the dramatic, Shoreham, Mairelon complained.
I have as much as I need, the Earl replied in a dry voice. Though I will 
readily admit that I have not spent the last few years on a stage. No doubt its 
a grave failing in my education.
No doubt, Mairelon said, looking somewhat disgruntled. Well, Stower was on 
the point of returning to London with his platter when he spotted Hunch in 
Ranton Hill. He followed Hunch to our camp and attempted to take the false 
platter we had collected. Instead, he lost his own and prompted me to head by 
Bramingham Place to find out what was going on.
I found more than I expected. Mairelon paused, staring at the far wall, and 
something in his stance kept the others from commenting. Then he shook himself 
and looked at Mr Bramingham. When you get back, youd best send someone down to 
the wood by the Long Avenue. Theres a body and two more copies of the Saltash 
Platter hidden there.
Richard! said the Earl, his voice carrying clearly over the confused babble 
that broke out among the rest of the listeners. Who? What happened?
The body was the unfortunate and ambitious James Fenton, Mairelon answered. 
As to what happened, I can only speculate, Kim and I heard the shot, but we 
didnt get a look at the man who fired it.
Speculate, then!
 I think Fenton had arranged to meet someone in the Long Avenue. Two someones, 
actually, he couldnt very well have sold both fakes to the same person. I think 
he miscalculated badlyremember, he didnt know that a magician could easily 
tell the difference between his forgeries and the real platter. So when he tried 
to pass off one of the fakes, St. Clair shot him.
Unlikely, Lord St. Clair said into the horrified silence that followed.
Not at all, Mairelon said with exaggerated politeness. You, Laverham, and 
Aberford there are the most logical people for Fenton to pick as possible 
customers for his remaining forgeries. Laverham, or rather, Laverhams man 
Stower, already had a platter. Aberford would clearly do a lot to get his hands 
on his, er, Sacred Dish, but I doubt hed commit murder. Besides, if hed killed 
Fenton, he wouldnt have held up Laverhams coach half an hour later, looking 
for the platter.
Jonathan jerked. How did you know
Its the only reason youve done anything for the past week, Mairelon said. 
You were supposed to meet Fenton, too, werent you? How did you find out that 
he was hoping to sell the platter to someone else?
I heard him bragging about it at the inn, Jonathan said sullenly. I didnt 
kill anyone!
Yes, I know, Mairelon said. You thought youd save yourself some time and 
trouble, not to mention money, and hold up the coach instead of paying Fenton.
This is all speculation, St. Clair said. He acted as if he were calm enough, 
but there were small lines of tension at the corners of his eyes, and a muscle 
in his jaw twitched now and again when he was not speaking.
Not entirely, Mairelon told him. A moment ago, you told Laverham and Stuggs 
that they couldnt prove anything against you without Fenton, but no one has 
mentioned Mr. Fentons unfortunate demise until now. If you didnt kill him, how 
did you know?
I was not referring to this Fentons death, Lord St. Clair said coldly. I 
merely meant that no one knew where he was.
Convince the Runners of that. Mairelon nodded at Stuggs.
You were the man he was to meet! Jonathan said suddenly, staring intently at 
St. Clair. You were the one to whom he would have sold the Sacred Dish!
Robert Choiniet rolled his eyes Lady Granleigh looked Shocked. The Earl of 
Shoreham frowned. How do you know? he demanded.
He was at the inn, I saw him hanging about while I was following Fenton.
Hardly convincing, St. Clair said.
I doubt that the Runners will have any trouble finding proof, one way or 
another, Mairelon said.
Now that theyre looking at the right man, Andrew muttered.
In any case. St. Clair shot Fenton, but Kim and I interrupted him. Laverham and 
Stower interrupted us and brought us here. I presume St. Clair followed us. 
Fenton had hidden the platter under the hearth, we found it and had a small 
disagreement over its ownership. I expect Stuggs can tell you the rest; he was 
here for most of it. And thats all.
Twenty-Six
It wasnt all by a long shot. Everyone wanted a chance to object, explain, or 
ask questions, and it took all the Earls considerable force of character to 
keep them more or less under control. Mairelon was no help whatever; he took 
immediate advantage of the commotion to dodge past Hunch and corner Lord 
Granleigh, whom he began cross-questioning about recent magical developments at 
the Royal College of Wizards.
After a few minutes of chaos, Stuggs brought the confusion to a halt by pointing 
out that he ought to take his prisoners into town and make arrangements for them 
to be transported to London.
Theres another one asleep on the box of the coach outside, Mairelon said, 
turning his head. I dont know what hes done, but Im quite sure its 
something nasty.
Stuggs frowned. E aint a wizard, too, is e?
What, driving a coach? Jonathan said scornfully.
No, hes just another of Laverhams crew, Mairelon said. Unpleasant enough, 
but quite ordinary so far as his skills are concerned.
Still, that makes four of them, Shoreham said. Which is a bit much to expect 
one man, however competent, to handle alone.
Well, I could go along as far as the town, Mr Bramingham offered. Its not 
much out of my way, you know. I cant stop there, though, my wife will be 
waiting to hear whats happened.
And to spread it over as much of the county as she can reach, Mairelon 
murmured. Im afraid St. Clair is going to be a social outcast no matter how 
the trial turns out.
I should think so, Lady Granleigh sniffed. His behavior to me, and to poor 
Marianne, has been simply unpardonable. If it hadnt been for him, Marianne 
would not have run off as she did.
Everyone looked at Lady Granleigh in patent disbelief, including Jasper. Lady 
Granleigh stared haughtily down her nose at the lot of them. Pointing that 
pistol at poor Marianne clearly disordered her intellect. I am quite confident 
that, had you behaved as a gentleman ought, wiser counsels would have prevailed, 
and she would not have dashed off to be married in such a hole-in-the-corner 
fashion.
I congratulate you, Lady Granleigh, Lord St. Clair said after a moment. I 
have never before met anyone with so great a talent for seeing the world as she 
wishes it to be.
Lady Granleigh stared through the space occupied by Lord St. Clair as if he were 
not there, then turned to her brother. Come, Jasper, it is time we were going.
Time and past, Kim muttered. Mairelon glanced sharply in her direction, but no 
one else seemed to hear.
Ill accompany you, my dear, Lord Granleigh said in a tone that brooked no 
argument. Braminghams right; we should be getting back.
Lady Granleigh did not look at all pleased by this development (nor did Jasper), 
but they had no choice but to go along. Kim wondered whether Lord Granleigh 
would give them both a dressing-down in the carriage. She hoped so; the 
bracket-faced mort deserved a tongue-lashing and then some for the way shed 
been mucking about in everyone elses affairs, and Jasper was no better.
Now, then, Stuggs, Lord Shoreham said when the Granleighs were safely out the 
door. Youll want someone besides Bramingham to help with the prisoners, I 
think. No sense in taking chances.
Wed be happy to help, sir, Robert Choiniet volunteered. That is, if you 
think wed be useful. He nudged Jonathan with his elbow.
Happy?!. Jonathan said bitterly. Oh, yes, of course, certainly. The Sacred 
Dish is gone for good, the lodge is in ruins, and the Sons of the New Dawn will 
be a laughingstock. Naturally were happy.
Mairelon looked at him. I hardly think one broken window, a displaced 
hearthstone, and a couple of overturned chairs constitute being in ruins.
Yes, weve done more damage ourselves on a good night, Robert agreed. Do stop 
playacting, Jon.
Playacting? Playacting? You dont seem to realize how serious this is! We need 
to consecrate the Sacred Dish before we can make any more progress in the 
Mysteries.
Robert roiled his eyes and Mairelon hid a smile. Kim felt sorry for Jonathan. 
She knew what it was like to lose something shed depended on having, even if 
she didnt know anything about druids or magic. And after all, it wasnt his 
fault hed gotten hold of the Saltash Platter instead of some ordinary silver 
tray that no one else would have cared about. A thought occurred to her, and she 
said suddenly, Whyd you pick the Saltash Platter for your Sacred Dish? I mean, 
would any old wicher cheat do, or does it have to be this particular one?
It was perfect, Jonathan said sullenly. Its exactly the right dimensions, 
and the pattern has the proper balance of natural form and abstract design. It 
took me two years of hunting to find it, and it had to be stolen!
Well, if all you need is something that size and shape, cant you use one of 
the fake platters? Theres enough of em around.
Everyone looked at Kim, and she flushed. It was just an idea.
And a very good one, Mairelon said. One of the false platters should suit you 
admirably, Aberford. Better than the real thing, in fact; you wont have to 
worry about your spells getting tangled up with the ones that are already in the 
Saltash Platter and exploding, or doing something equally unexpected.
Jonathan, who had opened his mouth, closed it again, looking suddenly very 
thoughtful. The Earl of Shorehams lips twitched, and Rene DAuber put up a 
hand to hide a smile, Andrew only looked bewildered, and St. Clair and the other 
prisoners studiously ignored the exchange.
I doubt that there will be any fuss over ownership of one of the duplicates, 
either, Mairelon added.
I think I can guarantee that no official questions will be asked, Shoreham put 
in. Provided there is no fuss made at this end, of course. I should warn you, 
though, that I cant do a thing about gossip. He glanced in the direction of 
the door, where Lady Granleigh and her party had long since vanished.
Gossip wont do anything but increase our membership, Robert commented. We 
might even get a couple of fellows wholl pay their subscription fees. That 
would please Austen no end.
Yes, wouldnt it? Jonathan said, failing to sound anything like as offhanded 
as he plainly wanted to. Very well, well do it.
Good. I have two at my wagon; you can come by this evening and pick one up, 
Mairelon said. Its just down the road, on the left-hand side as you head 
toward the village.
This evening? But I thought
I have a few things still to do here, Mairelon interrupted, and it wont be 
convenient for you to wait. Trust me.
Yes, and your mother was in an awful taking when I left, Jon, Robert put in. 
God knows what shes like by now. Shell have half the county out hunting for 
you if you dont get home soon, depend on it.
Oh, very well, Jonathan said ungraciously. He swirled his cloak unnecessarily 
and stalked to the door of the lodge. I shall wait upon you this evening, he 
told Mairelon in portentous tones, and left.
Silly young chub, Mairelon said, but not loudly enough to be heard outside.
Andrew frowned. Wait a minute. Didnt somebody say his horse ran off? How is he 
planning to get home, wherever home is?
Oh, Jon never plans anything, Robert said in a resigned tone. Except 
ceremonies. Hell probably take my horse. I think I had better come along with 
you and Bramingham, after all, Mr. StuggsI can stop in the village for as long 
as you need help with that lot, and then borrow a horse to get home on.
Stuggs nodded and handed him a pistol. Right, then. Move along, now, you lot.
I think Id best go with them, at least as far as the coach, the Earl of 
Shoreham said to Mairelon as St. Clair, Jack Stower, and Dan Laverham started 
toward the door, flanked by Robert and Mr. Bramingham. Two of them are wizards, 
after all, and it wouldnt do for them to take advantage, so to speak.
You always were a cautious one, Mairelon told him. Shall I come and help?
No, no, youve done enough already! Shoreham replied quickly. And itll only 
take a moment. You stay here. He followed Bramingham, who was bringing up the 
end of Stuggss little procession, out the door.
Mairelon gazed after him with an abstracted air. Now, do you suppose he was 
being subtle, tactful, or merely cowardly? he asked the window Laverham had 
broken.
Es a-doing of is job, Hunch said. Which you ought to ave been, too, 
instead of breaking into ouses and things while I was gone.
That was my job, Mairelon pointed out. Or part of doing it, anyway, which 
comes to the same thing.
You might ave got shot, Hunch said doggedly.
Yes, well, I didnt, so theres no need to go on about it, especially since the 
main reason youre so nattered about it is that you missed out on the fun.
Nattered about it? said Andrew in a puzzled tone.
Its one of Kims expressions, Mairelon said. Very descriptive. He paused, 
looking at Andrew, and Hunch closed his mouth on whatever further comment he had 
been about to make. Its good to see you again, Andrew, Mairelon said after 
what seemed a very long time.
Its good to see you, too, Richard, Andrew answered in a low voice. For a 
while I wasnt sure I was going to.
What? You havent been listening to Hunch, have you? That business on the 
Peninsula wasnt anything like as serious as he claims.
I can see that Hunch and I are going to have to have a long talk, Andrew said 
with a crooked smile. But that wasnt what I meant.
Yes, well, actually I know that, but it doesnt matter, Mairelon said quickly.
It matters to me, Andrew persisted. He took a deep breath and went on. I 
misjudged you very badly five years ago, and I want to tell you that I know it 
now, and Im sorry.
Rene DAuber gave a small nod of satisfaction, and a slow grin began to spread 
across Hunchs face. Kim felt like cheering, but she didnt dare. She was almost 
afraid to breathe, for fear someone would notice, and remember she was there, 
and make her leave.
All right, Mairelon said gently, his eyes on Andrews face. Youve told me. 
Apology accepted. Can we leave it at that?
You mean Iyoullthats all?
Really, Andrew, were you expecting me to demand satisfaction? Mairelon said in 
the mildly exasperated tone he used with Hunch and Kim. A pretty thing that 
would be; you are my brother, after all, not to mention that duelings illegal. 
Or did you think Id throw a fit of temper? I could turn you into a frog for a 
few minutes, if it would make you feel better, but Id really rather not. Its 
the devil of a nuisance to measure out all the ingredients for the powder, and I 
can never remember the proper endings for the verbs.
Andrew laughed. Iwell, thank you, Richard. Will you be coming home now?
The words were a question, but his tone made it clear that he expected Mairelon 
to answer yes. Kims heart lurched as she realized just how inevitable that yes 
was, and how much it would mean. The Mairelon she knew was an act, a trick to 
fool the Runners, and the trick was no longer necessary. He would become Richard 
Merrill again, and go back to a gentry life she could hardly imagine. She tried 
to be glad, but all she could think was that there would be no place in that 
life for her. She wrapped her arms around herself and hugged hard. At least she 
had the five pounds Jasper Marston had paid her, and the clothes Mairelon had 
bought. Maybe Mairelon or Shoreham would give her a few guineas more for her 
help with Laverham. It was as much as she had wanted when she got into this, she 
couldnt help it if her wants had changed somehow since then.
Home, Mairelon said, rolling the word as if he were checking its taste. Not 
just yet, I think. Until the word gets out, I prefer to lie low. Well stay here 
for a few days, then start back to London. Is the old stable still there?
In London? Andrew asked, bewildered.
No, in Kent. The one we used to climb on the roof of, when we were boys.
Oh. Yes, its there. Why?
It would be a good place to leave my wagon. Ill send Hunch down with it once 
Im settled in London.
And not before, Hunch put in darkly. You aint fobbing me off with no tale 
this time, Master Richard.
Youre going to stay in London for the Season, then? Andrew said with an 
uncertain look in Hunchs direction.
It is an excellent plan, Rene DAuber said. You will be the nine days 
wonder, and it will be entirely plain to everyone that you had nothing to do 
with the robbery.
I expect Ill have more to do than attend social events, Mairelon said with a 
hint of sarcasm. Shoreham is bound to want me for all sorts of things. Which 
reminds me, there was one other thing I wanted to attend to. Kim!
Kim jumped and nearly fell off her footstool. What? Her throat felt scratchy, 
and she experienced a sudden desire to run. She knew what he was going to say, 
and she didnt want to hear it.
Why did you tip that table over on Laverham when he was in the middle of that 
spell a few minutes ago? Mairelon asked.
The table? Kim said blankly. The question was so completely different from 
what she had expected that she couldnt quite grasp it.
Yes, the table. Mairelon looked at her sternly. Ive told you more than once 
that interrupting a wizard is dangerous, and if you claim you forgot, I wont 
believe you. So why did you interrupt Laverham?
Because his spell was queer as Dicks hatband anyway, Kim said. You know 
that.
Yes, I knew it, Mairelon said. But how did you know?
It was the words, Kim said. She frowned, trying to think how best to describe 
what she had sensed when Laverhams spell began to go wrong.
You speak the Latin, then? Rene DAuber said, raising her eyebrows in polite 
incredulity. Or the Greek, perhaps?
I aint got no need to speak it, Kim snapped, wondering why they were staring 
at her like that. Laverhams words werent They werent lined up neat and 
proper like they should of been.
Should have been, Mairelon murmured. And I did warn you, Kim, about reverting 
under stress.
Do not be hard with her, Rene reproved him. It is not at all wonderful that 
she should have the difficulties after all that has happened.
No, the wonderful part was the bit about the words, Mairelon said. Kim, do 
you mean that you can feel when someone is casting a spell?
I dont know about that, but I can tell when somebody says some of themof 
those shiny, sharp words you use for spells, Kim replied carefully.
You mean like apheteon? Or perhaps Mairelon rattled off a long, bumpy 
sentence and raised his eyebrows at Kim.
No, Kim said, happy to be sure of something. Those sound right, but they 
dont have no edges. Theyre just nonsense.
And these? He said a short phrase that crackled and glittered.
Kim flinched and nodded. Mairelon stared at her. My Lord, he said in a low 
voice. No wonder you werent hurt when the spell shattered.
There aint nothin wonderful about that, Kim said, staring in turn. I 
ducked, thats all.
Rene and Mairelon exchanged glances. Nothing wonderful about it at all, 
Mairelon agreed. For a wizard.
What? Hunch gasped. That Kim, a wizard? She aint no such thing!
Not yet, Mairelon said, smiling. But with proper training she will be.
Me? Kim said, stunned. Me, a wizard? Me?
Ah, bah! said Rene to Mairelon. You do not explain at all well, I find, and 
so you are frightening her. She stepped forward and put a comforting arm around 
Kims shoulders. It is because you can feel the magic, which is a thing very 
difficult for most people to learn and for some quite impossible. So you have 
the talent for magic, and now, if you wish, you will come to London and get the 
training.
Of course she wishes, Mairelon broke in. Kim likes London. Well start the 
lessons as soon as weve found a house to hire for a few months, and
Richard! Andrew sounded horrified. Are you mad? You cant live with this . . 
. girl in the middle of London!
Really, Andrew, youre as bad as Hunch, Mairelon said. He gave Kim an 
uncertain, sidelong look that Kim, in her confusion, found impossible to 
interpret. Ill make Kim my ward; that will satisfy the proprieties.
But, yes! Rene said before Andrew could object again. That will do entirely 
well. And you and Mademoiselle Kim will stay with me to begin, and there will be 
no foolish gossip such as Monsieur Andrew Merrill fears, because I will be there 
and everything will be proper. She tilted her head to study Kim, ignoring the 
brothers Merrill.
It is a great pity we cannot take you to France, Rene went on. But there is 
a dressmaker I know who will do well enough, although she is entirely English. 
You will be quite charming in a gown, I think. Her eyes flickered from Kim to 
Mairelon and back, and she smiled to herself, as if contemplating a private 
joke.
Hold on a minute, Rene, Mairelon interrupted. Im not spending hours at some 
dressmakers, I refuse. Positively.
But of course you will not, Rene said gently. You will be spending hours 
with Milord Shoreham. He will want the details of all your work, and he is very 
persistent.
Mairelon looked at her with a blank expression that changed slowly to chagrin. 
Oh, Lord, youre right again. Itll take hours. Days.
Naturally, Rene said. And while you and Milord Shoreham talk, Mademoiselle 
Kim and I shall shop for the kind of clothes that will be proper for your ward 
to wear in London. She turned back to Kim and leaned forward conspiratorially. 
But we will save the boys clothing for other times, because, all the same, 
Monsieur Richard Merrill is not at all proper and of a certainty you will need 
them.
It aint fitting, Master Richard, Hunch grumbled, but he was not chewing on 
his mustache at all, and Kim decided he was only complaining for the form of the 
thing.
Well, Kim? Mairelon said. You do want to come, dont you?
Come? Kim shook herself, thinking Me, a wizard, and gave Mairelon a look full 
of scorn. Do I look like a looby? Of course I want to come!
Good, Mairelon said, relieved. Thats one thing settled. Now, Hunch, about 
the wagon
He half turned, to include his henchman and his brother in his conversation, and 
Kim stopped listening. She was going back to London. Shed never have to sleep 
on the streets again as long as she lived, or bear the cold and the nagging 
hunger. She had escaped Dan Laverham and the looming shadow of the stews for 
good. She was going to learn real magic, and not just tricks, but proper 
wizards training. She was going to stay with the notorious Mademoiselle Rene 
DAuber, who might be willing to teach her a thing or two of a different kind. 
And she was going to be Mairelons ward. She wasnt quite sure what that would 
mean, but it was certain to be interesting. She looked at Mairelon, who was 
arguing with Hunch and Andrew about the passability of some obscure road in 
Kent, and shook her head. Interesting wouldnt be the half of it. Slowly she 
began to smile. After this, anything might happen.
Anything at all.
 