You are, presumably, speaking of a time in my future. I have no knowledge of the specifics of the future.
Where is your spare wand? She hoped she wouldnt have to take matters into her own hands. But she planned to, as hed taught her, assume the worst and prepare accordingly .
In a box in my tea cabinet, the same box I asked you to pass to me before our first session in the Crucible. It will open only at your touchor mine. Password: Sleeping Beauty. Countersign: Nil desperandum .
In an emergency, what should I take from your room other than the Crucible and the spare wand?
My mothers diary, currently disguised as Lexikon der Klassischen Altertumskunde . Password: Better by innocence than by eloquence. Countersign: Consequitur quodcunque petit .
She asked him to repeat all the passwords and countersigns and committed them to memory.
Back in his room, shed just found his spare wand when Mrs. Hancock called, Lights off, gentlemen, lights off.
Hed told her not to worry about lights-out, but she needed a plan, in case his went awry. She could imitate the princes voice and then, hoping Mrs. Hancock bought her imitation, turn off the lights, step out, and enter her own room before Mrs. Hancocks eyes.
Except she wasnt much of a mimic.
The knock came at the princes door. Before Iolanthe could make a sound from her suddenly parched throat, the princes voice rang out. Good night.
Her heart almost leaped out of her mouth. She spun around. He had not come back. She couldnt be entirely sure, but the stone bust he kept on his shelf appeared to have answered for him.
Wont you turn off your lights, Your Highness? asked Mrs. Hancock as Iolanthe shoved the wand up her sleeve and grabbed the Crucible and Lexikon der Klassischen Altertumskunde from his desk.
The gas lamp went out by itself. Iolanthe opened the door just enough to let herself out.
I will be turning my lights off right away also, maam, she said to Mrs. Hancock, smiling.
See that you do, Fairfax. Good night.
Good night, maam.
Her heart still pounding, she turned off the lights in her room, drew the curtain, summoned a smidgeon of fire, and set it in the depression of a candleholder. Sitting down on her bed, she opened the diary first: shed quickly know whether it had anything to tell her.
What she found terrifiedand enragedher. His mother specifically mentioned Atlantean soldiers and the presence of Lady Callista, known agent of Atlantis. And hed taken off without so much as a word to her. It was almost as if he wanted to march to his doom.
She stormed into his classroom in the teaching cantos and tersely repeated the answers to the questions meant to ascertain her identity.
If I need to go to the Citadel, right now, and I have no other means of transportation, what should I do?
His record-and-likeness frowned. No other means of mobility at all?
None. I am in a no-vaulting zone. And I have no vehicles, flying carpets, beasts of burden, or portals.
And you absolutely must go?
Absolutely.
You may use the Crucible as a portal, but only if it is a matter of life and death, and only after you have exhausted all other options.
You told me the Crucible is not a portal.
I said it is not used as one. And with good reason. To use the Crucible as a portal requires that a mage physically inhabit the geography of the Crucible. When you get hurt, you get hurt. When you are killed, you die. It is doable, but I advise strenuously against it.
She wanted to yank him off his swing and shake him. If you advise strenuously against it, why have you done it yourself, you nitwit?
He was perfectly unruffled. I do not believe I have prepared for that question. Rephrase or ask a different
one.
She forced herself to calm down. Tell me how the Crucible works as a portal.
It serves as an entrance into other copies of the Crucible. There were four copies made. One I keep with me at all times, one is at the monastery in the Labyrinthine Mountains, one in the library at the Citadel, and the fourth has been lost.
So you enter this copy of the Crucible, say a password, and you are whisked inside the copy of the Crucible at the Citadel. Then you just say And they lived happily ever after and you are standing in the Citadel itself?
I wish it were that simple. When Hesperia turned the copies of the Crucible into portals, she tried to make safe passages, but a great deal of the original structure could not be overridden.
The story locales of the Crucible are normally each instantly accessible, like drawers in a chest. But when the Crucible is used as a portal, the locales join into one continuous terrain. Only one point of entry and exit exists at the center of this terrain, on the meadow not far from Sleeping Beautys castle. To reach any other spot, you must travel, on foot, on beasts of burden, or via magical means, as long as those means were known at the time of the Crucibles creationwhich means no vaulting.
To make matters worse, Hesperia, concerned that pursuers might follow her into the Crucible, located the actual portals in some of the most dangerous places in the Crucible: Brigas Chasm, Forbidden Island, and Black Bastion.