Now she was caught in the open without a wand.
She tried to reason with herself. Atlantis did not know her precise locationhere in Britain she was but a single speck of sand on a mile-long beach. Besides, Atlantis sought a girl, and dozens of boys had failed to recognize her as one.
But the three armored chariots above her continued to descend. She scurried into a coppice of trees, her hands trembling, her heart careening.
Two hundred feet above the ground, the armored chariots stopped, suspended in air.
She gripped the nearest trunk for support.
A moment later, a cluster of mages at least a dozen strong appeared on the lawn behind Mrs. Dawlishs house.
In hindsight, her reaction had been entirely predictable. Why would anyone want to embrace such a hopeless cause? Titus himself hated it with a passion, this albatross around his neck.
But he had been deluded by his own sentiments. His entire life had been defined by secrecy and subterfuge. With her he yearned for a true partnership, a rapport of trust, understanding, and good willeverything he had never experienced before.
Stupid, of course. But stupid did not mean he wanted it less badly.
He left the window and sat down on the spare chair, a sturdy Windsor with a thick, tufted cushion in gray-and-white-striped cloth. The chair he had selected himself, the fabric for the seat cushion likewise. He had also chosen the blue wallpaper and the white curtains. He knew very little of decor, but he had wanted to make the room calm and comforting, knowing that the events leading to Fairfaxs arrival at Eton were inevitably going to be traumatic.
Opposite him on the shelves were books he had collected with the express purpose of familiarizing Fairfax with the nonmage world: a handbook of Britain for foreigners, several almanacs and encyclopedias, a guide to Eton written by a former pupil, a volume on etiquette, another on rules for the most popular games and pastimes, among dozens of others.
So much thought, so much effort, so much futility.
He should have bent his mind to duplicity. He was the best actor of his generation, was he not? He could have said that he must protect her at whatever cost because she had been prophesied to be the love of his life. There, an easy, marvelous lie, perfect for deceiving a girl. She would have stayed, and he would have proceeded with her training, no further questions asked.
But she had wanted truth and he, in a fit of derangement, had wanted honesty and fair dealing. And truth, honesty, and fair dealing had brought him to this fine wreck.
He bolted out of the chair. That sound, what was it? He turned off the light and rushed to the window.
Bloody hellas his classmates would say.
Bloody hell.
He vaulted for it.
One of the mages pointed in Iolanthes direction. They all loped toward the coppice.
She panted, the sound of her fear fracturing the silence.
Could she take on all the mages come to hunt her? Or was it better to vault back to the hotel and hope that fewer agents of Atlantis awaited her there? And did she dare throw all caution to the wind and call down a second bolt of lightning, if it should come to that?
Another mage materialized on the lawn, a woman in nonmage clothes. Iolanthe shrank farther inside the coppice. The woman strode purposefully toward the agents of Atlantis.
They spoke softly. Iolanthe could not make out their conversation, except to note that despite their low voices, they exchanged some heated words.
At last the Atlantean agents vaulted away, probably back into the armored chariots. And the woman, with a final look around, also disappeared.
Someone tapped her on her shoulder. She leaped in sheer terror. But it was only the prince.
They are gone for now. I am not sure if they will remain gone. Leave
fast if you want to leave.
Ask me to stay, just a few days, until the worst passes.
He did nothing of the sort. And why should he? Shed made it abundantly clear that nothing could induce her to stay.
What happened just now? she asked, her voice holding more or less even, as if she hadnt been petrified.
A jurisdictional dispute.
She bit the inside of her cheek. What does that mean?
It means that the mages from the chariots were dispatched by the Inquisitor. But Mrs. Hancock here has her orders directly from Atlantiss Department of Overseas Administration, and she does not care for the Inquisitors minions barging in on her territory without express invitation. They know it, which was why they tried to conceal themselves right here, where you are.
Her heart pounded even more violently than before.
Go, he said.
She had no choice but to admit the obvious. I dont know where to go.
He took her hand and placed it on his arm. The next moment they were on a brightly lit street, across from a long, pillared building with curved mansard roofs.
Where are we?
Slough, a mile and a half north of Eton. That is the railway station. He pointed at the long building. You have a timetable in your bag and more than enough money to go anywhere. Take a steamer to the Americas if you want.