“Nevery’s tea and biscuits got cold while he paced. He hadn’t gotten the message from the mudlark Den, that was clear as clear. He didn’t know what I was up to, or that I needed his help, and he had no way to find me. I’m sorry, Nevery, I wanted to say. For stealing his locus magicalicus. I knew how empty he was feeling without his locus stone and his connection to the magics. Knowing he was angry with me made me feel even more shivery cold. After a while Nevery fetched his grimoire down from a ...shelf and put it on his worktable; then he brought out a scrying globe and polished it with a scrap of wormsilk cloth while he read something from the book. What was he doing? It looked like he was getting things ready for the anstriker spell. But he didn’t have a locus stone, so he couldn’t do any magic. Even if he had his stone the spell wouldn’t work, not with me shut into the tourmalifine cage. Carefully Nevery set down the globe and found a shallow bowl. From a shelf he took a glass vial of mirror-bright slowsilver and poured it into the bowl.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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