Miss Mabel's School for Girls (33 page)

“It can be,” I agreed, “if used in the wrong dosages.”

“Is it for you?” Camille asked.

“No.”

“Then who is it for?”

“I found a stray cat. I want to try and nurse it back to health, but it’s in pretty bad shape. It’s so sick I think I may need to use poke root to kill the infection. My grandmother talked about it, but it’s so strong she hardly ever used it.”

Camille’s face turned down in instant sorrow.

“Oh, poor kitty! What are you going to name it?”

“Name it?” I asked. “I don’t know. I’ll just be happy to keep it alive.”

“There’s a massive book on herbs in the herb pantry,” Leda said. “It has listings based on use of the herb and function. I’d start there. A paste won’t be as strong as a tincture though, so you would be safer with that.”

“I’ve got a poultice on it now,” I said. “I’ll see what that does. I might be working against fate as it is.”

Miss Bernadette interrupted our conversation by walking up to our table. Camille let out a squeak of happy surprise.

“Hi Miss Bernadette!”

Miss Bernadette gave her beautiful smile in response. Her short hair had grown out just enough to begin curling at the base of her neck, giving her an impish look.

“Bianca,” she turned to me, “Miss Mabel said you are going to participate in our Geography class for the next month. She wanted you to get a deeper understanding regarding the layout of our Network, especially Letum Wood. You and I will have a separate class emphasizing Chatham City, the interior of Chatham Castle, and the borderlands by the Western Network.”

“Yes, Miss Bernadette,” I said, noticing Leda’s ruffled forehead.

Camille silenced her yelp of excitement by stuffing a fist over her mouth.

“We’ll meet outside at the large oak tree by the front gate. Bring a cloak. We’ll start with Letum Wood. Reading up from the book
The Complete History of Letum Wood
would help.”

“I’ll go find the book today.”

Miss Bernadette smiled at us and departed, leaving her flowery scent behind. Leda shot me a look with one eyebrow lifted.

“I wonder why Miss Mabel is having you study the Borderlands between the Western and Central Networks?”

I shrugged, wondering the same thing myself.

“Maybe she wants me to learn more about the desert.”

“What are you going to do about Miss Mabel’s conversation with the High Priest?” she asked next. “Have you heard back from your father?”

“No,” I growled, annoyed at the reminder. “He hasn’t written me back. Until he does, there’s nothing I can do.”

This wasn’t something I wanted to think about, not until I knew more of what Miss Mabel’s plan involved.

Leda picked up on the finality in my tone and spent the rest of the meal buried in her thoughts and visions. Camille prattled off about a letter she’d received from her aunt Bettina, informing her that one of her friends from home was sick, and I tried to smile and keep up with the conversation but like Leda found my thoughts slipping far away.

Miss Celia swept into the dining room a few minutes later, dismissing everyone to their classes five minutes early.

Communication Spells

M
iss Mabel surprised me after breakfast the next morning by taking me into her office. The open window admitted waves of chilly winter air. Her blood-red drapes drifted into the room like restless flags, and a few papers rustled on her desk. The change in temperature from the warm classroom gave me goose bumps.

“I can’t stand stale air.” Miss Mabel said as I trailed behind her into the middle of the barren office. “Also, I can’t tolerate dust. Actually, I won’t tolerate dust. Since you’re my Assistant, you have the privilege of dusting my shelves. I’m too nice, aren’t I?”

Yes,
I wanted to mutter.
That’s what your problem is.

“I wouldn’t get lazy if I were you,” she said. “I intend to do a thorough inspection when you finish, and you don’t want me to find any dust. I have some meetings to attend, so I’ll be back in the evening.”

“Yes, Miss Mabel.”

“Perfect the hexes and their removals today. I’ll test you when I return. Get started on the textbook
History of Curses
as well. Write up a summary of every chapter. Is that infernal cat still alive?”

“Yes,” I said, thinking back to his feeble attempts at drinking milk this morning. The swelling in his leg had gone down, but the redness remained. Poke root seemed inevitable.

“Ghastly creature,” she muttered and pulled her satin sleeves to her wrist. The sapphire dress she wore matched her eyes. When she put on her ebony cloak, her eyes were brighter than I had ever seen. Her alluring smile grew when she caught me staring at her.

“I know. It’s a breathtaking dress, isn’t it? Have fun, Bianca. Tomorrow, we’ll have a real party. I’m going to teach you how to organize my scrolls.”

She left the office in a swirl of skirt and cloak. Although I listened, I never heard her walk down the stairs. Only the silence told me she was gone.

Today, she wasn’t the only one with a meeting.

I extended my hand in a collection spell. Seconds later, specks of dust flew from all parts of the room and fell into my palm. A whirling gray cloud formed around me for several moments, forcing me to hold my breath. I ran to the window as soon as the room cleared and dumped the dust in a windless moment.

Satisfied that nothing remained on the shelves, the floor, or her desk, I slipped back into my room and grabbed an old grimoire I’d found in the library. The hand-written pages of someone’s old spell book whirred as I flipped through to the back, scouring each line for the right words.

Communication spell.

The conversation with Leda during Samhain had haunted me for several days. Why wasn’t Miss Mabel killed with the rest of Evelyn’s followers? It wasn’t something history books could answer. Only one person could.

Today, I meant to talk to her.

I’d done communication spells with my father during the long breaks when he couldn’t come see me. An advanced communication spell wouldn’t leave a trace. Because Isadora watched the comings and goings of the school borders, she’d know right away if I transported out. I’d lose my place as Assistant for breaking the rules and couldn’t risk it.

The cat rustled a little and opened his eyes to give a pathetic call when I slammed the book shut, verifying the correct words. Encouraged by any sign of life, I stroked his bony head. Then I fed him some milk, checked his wound, and reached for my cape.

Homework would have to wait.

•••

The trees were silent as sentinels when I glided past, my cloak trailing out behind me. Gray and calm, it felt as if the forest held its breath. Did it know what I was about to do? Did the skinny branches tremble when I passed by because they were afraid of the risk I took? If Miss Mabel found out, she’d force me to give an explanation as to why I didn’t just write a letter. What could be so pressing in a student’s life? She still had not tested me with Veritas, and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to use it if she felt I kept a secret.

Well into the woods, I crouched down and picked up a handful of dead leaves. Dirt trailed through my fingers as I clenched my hand in fists around their brittle bodies. Once I reduced them to pieces the size of confetti, I cast my eyes around. Alone. Not even the sound of a bird in the unearthly quiet of Letum Wood.

As soon as the final syllable of the communication spell ended, I flung the earthen pieces towards the trees. Airborne, the particles of leaf and dirt stopped and hovered in position, sprawling through the air in front of me. They didn’t move for a long time.

Finally, after what felt like hours, they began to tremble. The pieces doubled, then tripled, moving around in a haphazard dance until they pulled together in similar colors, forming the figure of a woman sitting propped up.

Light spread through the specks to create the grooves of a wrinkled face. I could see the contours of her smile, the crow’s feet near her eyes, and the rustle of her silvery hair. When she spoke, a light breeze moved past.

“Bianca?”

“Yes!” I cleared my thick throat. “It’s me, Grandmother.”

“What are you doing?” she cried, surprised and elated. “Is everything all right?”

“I’m fine.”

The love in her voice was more overwhelming than Veritas and infinitely more powerful. I struggled to keep myself from crying. I wanted to bury my head in her lap and feel her stroke my hair, to breathe in the soft scent of her lavender soap.

“I heard about the Competition,” she said with a smile. “Congratulations! Although I’m not a bit surprised. You are so talented. All of Bickers Mill is talking about it. Your mother said the shop had record sales after you won! Apparently we sold all the fresh thyme.”

I blushed under her praise, but a bitter taste rose in my mouth, reminding me of my lost bet with Miss Mabel. I wasn’t sure I had the strength to admit to Grandmother that I’d failed her. 

“Thank you,” I said instead.

“How is everything else going?”

“It’s wonderful,” I lied with a smile. “I’m learning a lot.”

Grandmother studied my face, and her forehead puckered.

“You’re a terrible liar, Bianca. You’re miserable, and I don’t blame you. And you look skinnier. I didn’t think that was possible. Are you eating?”

“Yes, I’m eating plenty.”

“Have you made any friends?”

“Two, actually. Maybe three,” I amended, thinking of Michelle.

Her face lit up. It was so good to see her. I studied everything about her as if I would never see it again.

“That’s wonderful! It’s time you went and had some fun. Go transform your textbooks into candy, or sneak out to Mr. Gerard’s School for Boys and kiss one of them. Oh, I guess you can’t do that from Letum Wood, can you? It’s too far away. Well, later. Maybe when you come home for summer break.”

She ended with a wink, and I laughed. “What would I tell the teacher after I ate the candy? I’m not sure Miss Mabel would believe that I’d eaten my textbook.”

She laughed as well. “I guess I didn’t think of that!”

I sobered quickly.

“May I ask you a question?”

“Yes, of course.”

“It’s about the curse.”

Grandmother took a breath as if steeling herself. She winced, and I could see by the rigid line of her lips that she was trying to hide it. Any movement caused her pain.

“Go ahead.”

“Miss Mabel said she cursed you because you supported Mildred. Why didn’t Mildred get rid of Miss Mabel when she took power?”

Grandmother blinked several times and tilted her head to the side.

“Mildred did get rid of Mabel.”

It was my turn to stare in surprise. We regarded each other for a few moments.

“But–”

“The High Priestess got rid of the original Mabel. Your teacher is her granddaughter, Miss Mabel.”

My eyes widened. The conversation I’d had in the kitchen with Miss Celia filtered through my mind, and I remembered that Miss Mabel’s grandmother raised her when her mother ran off.

“So Miss Mabel didn’t curse you?”

“No. It was her grandmother, Mabel. Did you not know that?”

I felt as if the breath fell out of the bottom of my lungs, leaving me weak.

“No. No, I didn’t.”

“Mildred executed Mabel with the rest of the traitors that supported Evelyn, but her granddaughter, Miss Mabel, pled before the Council that her grandmother had forced her to be loyal to Evelyn.”

“But Miss Mabel hates Mildred!” I cried.

“Has she said that?”

I searched my memory with an uneasy squirm. “Not in those exact words, but she’s implied it.”

Grandmother continued. “Well, for as many instances for which people gave evidence that Miss Mabel supported Evelyn, she had one to prove her loyalty to Mildred. Miss Mabel was part of the Resistance, you know.”

My jaw dropped.

“She couldn’t have been!”

“She was. There were many members who spoke up for her at the hearing with the Council. They voted to keep her, although I suspect that Mildred didn’t like it. Mildred has never trusted Miss Mabel, but with the Council voting for leniency, and so many people standing up on her behalf, she had no choice.”

“Was Miss Mabel playing both sides?” I asked.

“It’s very possible.” Grandmother’s tone held a note of warning. “Miss Mabel is one of the most vindictive witches the Central Network has ever seen. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised to learn she planned it.”

A sudden thought made my heart stutter. “If Mabel is her grandmother, then Miss Mabel could still remove the Inheritance curse, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

I relaxed a little.

“What was her grandmother, Mabel, like?” I found myself asking, remembering again how Miss Celia had seemed uncomfortable even speaking about her in the kitchen that morning.