Read Dark Mirror 1.5 - Fallen from Grace Online
Authors: M.J. Putney
The girls are equal partners with the boys. That startled me at first since it is not the way of the world, but now I find it welcome. Many have equal powers, after all.
Elspeth is the most powerful healer in the Irregulars. I keep my distance from the girls, though most are pleasant. I don’t wish to be tempted.
Luckily, that hasn’t been a problem.
Next week I will go home to Kemperton for the Christmas holidays. Much has changed in me since I left Eton and entered Lackland. I no longer worry that my magic will be discovered.
Now I worry about whether to renounce it.
January 15
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, 1802, Lackland Abbey
Returning to the abbey was depressing, but I’m glad to see my fellow Irregulars. Last night a new student from the girls’ school discovered the Labyrinth. Lady Cynthia Stanton is a real stunner. Tall, blond, almost too perfectly beautiful to be real. If she weren’t a mageling, she’d bring every gentleman in London to his knees when she had her season. But since she has magic, all of that is now denied her.
Perhaps that is why she is so bad-tempered. She is like a wasp looking for someone to sting. Even though she has a great deal of power, I was privately glad when she refused to join the Irregulars. The mentors laid a forgetting spell on her so she won’t come here again. She is no loss.
April 9
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, 1802, Lackland Abbey
I tire of my recurring nightmare, though it is less disturbing now that I have accepted its message. Fate comes to us all.
May 7, 1802, Lackland Abbey
I almost jumped out of my skin when I returned to my room last night after a session in the Labyrinth. Halliwell spoke up in the darkness to ask if I was sneaking out to meet a girl somewhere. I have a bespelled stealth stone that provides protection from casual notice when coming and going to the Labyrinth, but it hasn’t the power to conceal me from my roommate. Since I trust him, I gave a brief but honest explanation.
He said he’d heard rumors but had no interest in looking for tunnels since he hasn’t enough magic to risk ruining his life. He will not betray me to the school masters. Not that they can do much to me even if my sins are revealed, since I’m already in exile.
October 4
th
, 1803, Lackland Abbey
The more I use my magic, the harder it is to imagine allowing myself to be “cured.” Power is as much a part of me as my blood and bones. I’m grateful that I don’t yet need to decide which path to take yet. But the day will come.
October 13, 1803, Lackland Abbey
There was another new student at the Labyrinth tonight. I looked across the room, and was immediately riveted. When I inquired, Elspeth told me the girl is Lady Victoria Mansfield. She’s a daughter of the Earl of Fairmount and a younger sister of Lord Smithson, my first Eton fag-master.
They look nothing alike. Smithson is large and blond, she is petite and graceful as a fairy sprite. Her hair is shining and dark, and she has an energy and presence that make her stand out even in a crowd of extraordinary magelings. Knowing I was a mad fool, I introduced myself, mentioning that I’d known her brother at Eton.
She looked up at me, her eyes vividly blue. As soon as our gazes met, I felt a sense of connection. She….
I have no words for how she made me feel.
I’M DOOMED!
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London, late seventeenth century
“Be damned to all mages!” the earl snarled as he stormed into the coffee house.
Sally Rainford, the proprietress, rolled her eyes silently. There were more than a thousand coffeehouses in London, but hers, the King’s Cup on Saint James Street, had the most aristocratic patrons. And most, like this earl, were a plaguey nuisance.
The earl gestured to Sally to bring coffee, then claimed a seat at the communal table occupied by a dozen or so of his fellow aristocrats. “We must make the practice of magic illegal in England!”
Make magic illegal? How could they ban something so natural? Keeping her thoughts to herself, Sally assembled a tray with coffee, a small pot of cream, and little bowls of shaved chocolate, cinnamon flakes, and chipped sugar.
The cool viscount sitting opposite the earl arched his brows. “That’s rather extreme, my dear fellow. What happened?”
Sally carried her carefully prepared tray to the earl. She’d rather pour the coffee on his head, but that would be bad for business.
“A poxy mage used his power and almost seduced my youngest daughter.” The earl stirred a spoonful of chocolate shavings into his coffee with angry jabs. “I’ve made sure the brute won’t seduce any more wellborn young girls, but if it hadn’t been for his magic, he would never have dared try.”
Sally stifled a snort. Maybe it made the earl feel better to blame a mage, but young girls often had roving eyes.
“Was it Hollinghurst? That young beast has used magic to seduce other women,” a tight-lipped baron said.
The earl gave a sharp nod. “But seduction is not the only trouble mages cause. We should ban the lot of them!”
“Lord Weebley uses magic to cheat at cards,” another man growled. “I’m sure of it, but I’ve never had proof. Bloody impossible to prove magical cheating.”
The scowling baron stirred sugar chips into his coffee. “Magic is a tool of the devil, and it’s time we banned it. Who hasn’t suffered at the hands of mages who use their vile powers to cheat and manipulate? I say it’s time we start to burn witches again!”
Disturbed, Sally pressed a hand to her belly. It was too soon for the babe to show, but her husband, Nicodemus, came of a Kentish family known for magical ability. Likely this child would be a mage, too, since Sally was a talented hearth witch. That was why her coffee was the best in London.
It hadn’t been all that long since witch hunts were common, but these days, most people had come to see the value of magic. Plus, witches had started calling themselves mages, which didn’t sound so wicked.
Sally didn’t think that the bad old days would come again now that magic was so widely accepted. But far too often she heard patrons of the King’s Cup make angry comments like these. Friends who worked in great houses reported similar remarks. Maybe in time the fancy folk would disdain all magic and leave the benefits to commoners like her.
A tall, lean man whose dark wig cascaded past his shoulders had been lounging by the fire. Raising his voice to carry through the coffeehouse, he said, “A total ban would never work. Most Englishmen like magic. They celebrate if their children show strong gifts since such talents can be profitable.” He stroked his thin moustache idly. “No point in passing a law no one will obey.”
Sally gave thanks that the most important man in the room was showing his usual good sense. His opinion encouraged others to speak up. A duke said thoughtfully, “A total ban wouldn’t be in our best interests. I almost lost my wife and son in childbirth, but a mage healer saved them both.”
“Can’t afford to get rid of weather mages, either,” a gruff northerner said. “As wet as it is in Westmoreland, most years my tenants’ crops would rot in the fields if I didn’t employ a good local mage to send half the rain away.”
Sally nodded approval. The Rainfords were best known for their weather magic, and it was men like the northerner who kept them prosperous. Her husband’s earnings had enabled them to start the King’s Cup.
The tall, dark-haired man drawled, “Perhaps social censure might serve you better than a law. The aristocracy is small compared to the great mass of Englishmen. Though it’s not feasible to ban magic throughout England, influential gentlemen like you should be able to drive magic out of the nobility. Leave it to the lower orders.”
There was a pause while all the lords in the room considered the words. The angry earl said slowly, “We should speak out about how unsporting and vulgar magic is.”
“We can give the cut direct to mages. Involve our wives, since they rule the social world.” The cool viscount gave a faint smile. “My lady recently complained about a mage duchess who uses power to enhance her beauty. My wife was furious. She and her friends will gladly use their influence to make magic unfashionable.”
“My mistress has strong illusion magic, and she can change her appearance to look like any woman I fancy,” another lord said. “It’s like having a harem of the most beautiful women in England!”
There was a burst of laughter from the other men. The viscount said, “I foresee a world where people of our sort are above magic, but we benefit by how commoners use it.” He smiled slyly. “My mistress has very similar talents.”
Sally sniffed but kept her gaze down while the lords raved about all the ways they could demonize magic among their own kind. Mostly the lords didn’t notice her unless they wanted more coffee, but if someone saw the expression of contempt on her face, there might be trouble. These men had power, and it was best not to offend them. Wiser to concentrate on shaving chocolate and nipping loaf sugar into small pieces.
Sally set a pan of coffee beans to roast, thinking the viscount was right. Foolish aristocrats would drive the mages from their ranks. She touched her stomach again. Her babe would have magic. When it was born, its talents would be welcomed, and that was as it should be.
But she felt sorry for those poor doomed magelings who would be born to the nobility.