What really surprised me was that getting the spells right was fun. Now that I was actually thinking about what I was doing, I could use my Aphrikan magic to sense where the spells were going wrong, and then figure out how to fix them. Even so, breaking the habit of using Aphrikan magic to force my Avrupan spells to work right was hard. If I didn’t pay attention every single time I cast a spell, I forgot and did it the way I’d gotten used to. And every time I did that, it made it harder to remember the next time.
My Aphrikan magic was a lot better, too. I’d never been taught anything except world-sensing and foundation work, and I hadn’t noticed much of any change in how I did those since Miss Ochiba left. Oh, they’d gotten a bit easier with practice, but that was all. Even so, I’d kept on with practicing my Aphrikan world-sensing every morning, just as I’d started doing out in the settlements. After that last dream, I started trying to keep my world-sensing up all the time again, except when I was doing Avrupan spells. It was a whole lot easier to do in Mill City than it had been out in the settlements, and a lot more comfortable, too.
That fall, my sense of the world opened up unexpectedly. Up until then, I’d only ever been able to sense my own spells clearly. I could tell when someone else was casting magic, and I could sense really strong spells like the Great Barrier Spell and the working that Wash had done at Daybat Creek, but that was about all. During the trip with Wash and Professor Torgeson, my world-sensing had gotten more sensitive — I could feel everyday things that were farther away, and even things that were out of sight behind trees or rocks — but as soon as I started using my Aphrikan world sense to learn my Avrupan spells properly, I started being able to sense other people’s magic.
First I noticed that I could sense some everyday spells without particularly looking for them, the same way I could sense people and animals and chairs. Things like the fly-block spell, or the minder spell that Mrs. Callahan always put on the kettle of beans to make sure they didn’t burn. The spells didn’t stand out or seem unusual; they were just there. After a bit of work, I found that I could sense other folks’ magic even when they weren’t casting spells. I could feel a lot more normal-strength spells, too, and I could even tell a magical creature from a natural one without looking straight at them and concentrating. And I had less and less trouble keeping my world-sensing going.
The changes seemed important, but Wash was still out in the settlements and no one else in Mill City understood much about Aphrikan magic. I thought about writing to Miss Ochiba, but I hadn’t seen her for nearly two years and I felt funny just up and writing out of the blue. So I wrote to William instead.
For once, William wrote back right away. He had a lot of questions, and every time I answered one batch, he sent me a letter with another set. He even asked Miss Ochiba — I still couldn’t think of her as Professor Ochiba. All he could tell me was that she’d looked very pleased when he’d talked to her, so I was probably doing something right.
Lan wrote, too, but not as often. He wasn’t much interested in how my Aphrikan magic was going, really, though he tried to tell me I’d learn more of it faster if I got more schooling. He skipped right over the parts of my letters where I told him I was having to relearn all my Avrupan spells pretty much from scratch.
In October, the young mammoth in the menagerie got restless again. Professor Jeffries took to having some of his animal husbandry students come by to help with the calming spells, and one of them, Roger Boden, stayed even after November came and the snow fell and the mammoth calmed down.
Mr. Boden was a bit taller than I was, with red-blond hair, blue eyes, and a square, solid build. He was gentle and quiet, good with the animals, and always polite to me. He was also one of Professor Jeffries’s favorite students, and he made me very nervous.
After all, I’d gotten my job by doing pretty much what he was doing: hanging about the menagerie and offering to help out and pestering Professor Jeffries with questions. Only there wasn’t enough work at the menagerie to hire on another person, so if Professor Jeffries decided he wanted better help, he’d have to replace me. And Mr. Boden was better, by any measure; he was two years older than I was, a lot handier with Avrupan magic, and a lot more knowledgeable about animals, especially wildlife, on account of having finished two years at the Northern Plains Riverbank College already.
One afternoon, late in November, he came over as I was putting away the last of the spell-casting supplies and said, “Excuse me, Miss Rothmer, I was wondering …”
“Yes?” I said with a tiny sigh. I’d been looking forward to being done for the day, but Mr. Boden hardly ever spoke to me unless he needed something. “What can I do for you, Mr. Boden?”
“I, ah, was wondering … if you are finished for the day …” He hesitated. “If I might walk you to your home.”
“Oh!” was all I could think to say for a good long minute. “I — yes, I’m nearly done. That is … I would like that.”
It was a gloomy, raw November day, all gray skies and bare trees. The air had a nip to it that promised more snow soon. We’d had two snowfalls already, early in the month, but neither had been much to speak of and they’d both melted off during the previous week’s warm spell. It didn’t feel like whatever was coming would be melting again until March.
The chill and the wind didn’t make for much conversation. When we came to the front gate, he thanked me gravely for the pleasure of my company and went on his way, leaving me openmouthed in surprise. I went inside and thought very hard for the rest of the evening.
Mr. Boden walked me home again a few nights later. It wasn’t long before he was accompanying me two or three nights every week as a settled thing, and I was pretty sure that it wasn’t Professor Jeffries or the animals that kept him coming back to the menagerie, or at least, not only them.
It took me a time to get accustomed to the notion that Mr. Boden might be in the way of courting me. What convinced me was Allie’s behavior. She was polite enough when he first started dropping in; after all, it was no new thing for us to have students from the college in and out of the house at all hours of the day. By Christmas, though, she was frowning at me and muttering whenever Mr. Boden’s name came up in talk. Even Nan noticed, when she came by with her gifts for the family and stayed for dinner.
The three of us — Nan, Allie, and I — were in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Even being a married lady with her own house wasn’t enough to keep Nan from helping with chores when she was home. Nan asked how things were at the menagerie and winked at me, and Allie started right in muttering, and to my surprise, Nan rounded on her.
“You just stop that right now, Allison Rothmer!” Nan said. “Or do you want to end up like Rennie?”
“Like Rennie?” Allie said, looking startled and offended. She tossed her head. “Ha! I’m not stupid enough to run off with a Rationalist! I can do better than that.”
“Maybe, but the way you’re acting, you won’t even find a gentleman to talk to, much less one willing to run off with you!” Nan said. “If it bothers you so much that Eff has a beau and you don’t, go find one for yourself. Fussing at Eff won’t help.”
Allie stared at her for a second, then burst into tears. Nan rolled her eyes and went to comfort her. I hung back. I wasn’t sure Allie would want me reassuring her just then, especially if all her temper was on account of her being jealous of Mr. Boden and me.
Nan seemed to agree with me. She jerked her head toward the door. I nodded and slipped out. Luckily, Mama and Papa had gone into the study to talk, so I could get upstairs without them seeing. A long while later, Allie came up to join me and apologize.
Things were better at home after that, though Allie never did quite explain why she’d acted as she had. I wondered for a while if Allie fancied Mr. Boden for herself. I watched her carefully for a few weeks whenever he was around, and decided she didn’t. It was more that she was three years older than me, and all of our older sisters were married. I think she felt like it sho
uld be her turn next, not mine.
When I finally figured that out, I felt more than a bit odd. Roger Boden had been walking me home from the menagerie and stopping in to have tea; it was a long way from that to getting married, I thought. It made me a little nervous around him.
It also made me think a lot. I liked Roger just fine, but I wasn’t sure that I liked him the way Mama liked Papa or Nan liked her husband, Gordon. I certainly didn’t like him enough to run off with, the way Rennie and Brant had, though when I thought about it, I couldn’t see him ever asking me to do something like that. The question was, could I like him that way, and did I want to? He was an awfully nice man, and Papa and Professor Jeffries both spoke highly of his prospects. I could be happy with him, if I worked at it, and it wasn’t like I had a lot of other suitors banging at our door.
But I wasn’t sure I wanted to work at being happy with Roger. I didn’t want to get married just because most of my sisters had. I’d had a taste of what things were like on the far side of the Great Barrier Spell, and that was what I wanted to do and where I wanted to be. I still didn’t know how I could do that, but I was pretty sure that marrying Roger wasn’t the way to get there. And I wasn’t ready to settle for second best.
Maybe if Nan and Allie hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have noticed what was going on until much later. Maybe by then I’d have fallen in love with Roger and decided he was first best after all; or maybe I’d have felt that I’d led him on and was obligated to marry him. That wasn’t the way things worked out, though, and now I had to make a conscious decision. It would have been a lot easier if I could have just let things happen.
So I was downright skittish when, late in January, Mr. Boden asked if he could have a private word with me before our walk home. “Miss Rothmer,” he began, “I wanted to tell you … that is, I wanted you to be the first to know that I have had some unexpected good fortune.”
I relaxed considerably when I heard that. “Good fortune?” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “Professor O’Leary was kind enough to recommend me to one of his colleagues at St. Edmund’s, in Albion, for advanced study in applied metaphysics and esoteric geomancy, and not only have I been accepted, he’s found me a sponsor.”
Applied metaphysics and esoteric geomancy sounded plenty advanced to me, but what I said was, “St. Edmund’s? In Oxford? That’s one of the oldest schools of magic in Avrupa!”
Mr. Boden nodded. “It is a very great honor, and an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”
“Well, of course you couldn’t!” I said indignantly. “Who would expect you to?”
“I am very glad you feel that way.” He hesitated, then went on. “I will be leaving in two weeks, and I’ll be gone for a year. May I write you?”
“Um,” I said. “I — once in a while, maybe, just as a friend.”
I maybe put a little too much emphasis on those last few words, because his face went still. After a minute he nodded slowly. “Yes, that would be best,” he said thoughtfully. “A year is a long time; who knows what may happen?”
“Exactly,” I said. I didn’t mention that I kind of hoped he’d find a nice girl in Albion who’d suit him better than I would.
Roger Boden left Mill City two weeks later, and it was hard not to heave a sigh of relief to see him go. Winter was usually the slow season at the menagerie, what with so many of the animals hibernating, but that year I was busier than a hen with a double set of chicks. Most of the extra business was coming from Professor Torgeson. I’d been helping her out, off and on, ever since we’d gotten back from the settlements. One of the first things she’d done after we’d unpacked all our specimens was to send off a letter to a friend of hers back East, a Mr. Collingsworth, who worked in historical excavation for the Philadelphia Institute of Magic. She’d told him about the stone animals we’d found, and how we’d found them, and she’d even enclosed one as a sample.
In early fall, she’d started getting letters back. First it was a note from Mr. Collingsworth, mentioning that he’d talked her news over with some of his colleagues. Then it was a couple of letters from other folks, asking for further details about the fragment or reporting on their initial study of the sample. They were all hugely excited by the find, and even though none of them was ready to say exactly what they thought it meant, they all agreed that people should know about it right away, so as to get as many more scholars and magicians and scientists in on helping them figure it all out.
In December, Mr. Collingsworth had an announcement published, telling about the stone fragments and how they’d been found. By February, when Mr. Boden left for Albion, Professor Torgeson was getting baskets full of letters every day, mostly from scientists and magicians who had questions or theories, or who wanted one of the stone animals so they could do some investigating of their own. That was when I started spending more time at her office, helping answer the letters. We didn’t have enough stones to give one to everyone who wanted one, but the professor sent a few out to particularly well-known scientists and magicians.
The more pieces the professor sent out, the more letters she got back. Most of the scientists were just as excited as Mr. Collingsworth and his friends, but there were also quite a few who said it was all some kind of hoax. Some of them got downright nasty about it.
I was more than a little surprised by all the fuss. It wasn’t as if the stones were any kind of threat to the settlers; they’d been lying there under the hill since long before the settlements went out that far. I was plenty curious about how they’d gotten there and what they meant, but I couldn’t see any reason for people to be mean.
The letters kept coming. It got so I was having to spend all afternoon at Professor Torgeson’s office answering letters, or she wouldn’t have had time to teach. I received one of my own, from Lan, wanting to know all the details of how we’d found the stone animals and why the professor thought they were real animals that had been turned to stone and not fossils or duplications or some other fancy magical thing that I don’t recall the name of. Then, early in March, Mr. Parsons from the Settlement Office showed up in person.
Mr. Parsons had replaced Mr. Harrison as the head of the North Plains Territory Homestead Claims and Settlement Office about three months before we’d left on our survey trip. Since the Settlement Office had pushed for the college to start the wildlife survey right away, Professor Torgeson had sent him copies of her official report as soon as she’d finished it, even before classes started in September. She had a few choice things to say about how long it had taken Mr. Parsons to get around to reading it.
Somewhat to my surprise, Mr. Parsons didn’t only keep his temper; he actually apologized and said he’d been wrong to take so long to go over the professor’s report. Then he asked to examine some of the stone specimens for himself. He and the professor ended up having a long conversation about the stones, and she even let him look at one through a microscope. After he left, she said he seemed fairly sensible, even if all he was interested in was the stone animals we’d brought back.
A few days later, Mr. Parsons came back. He had a map with him, with all the settlements marked. The ones that had failed were in red, and there was a big crosshatched area showing where the mirror bugs had eaten everything away. He and the professor spent most of the afternoon talking about the plants and wildlife we’d found and where we’d found them, and arguing over what it all meant.
I thought Professor Torgeson would be furious by the time he left, but she was actually rather pleased with herself. I figured that meant she’d won the argument, but she said that Mr. Parsons had suggested sending a group back out to Daybat Creek, where we’d found all the stone animals, to collect some more specimens for study. It wouldn’t be a proper historical excavation, just collecting pieces that were easy to pick off the ground already, so that we’d have samples to send to all the people who were asking for them. The professor sounded half disapproving and half glad when she said that.
Then s
he asked whether I’d come along. “I’d be greatly pleased,” I said after I got over being stunned at being asked. Then I paused. “Mama will fuss about me going out West again, especially so soon. It may take me a couple of days to talk her around.”
Professor Torgeson smiled. “It will be good to have you along.”
When I got home after work, I found Mama in the attic with Mrs. Callahan, pulling out bags and trunks. Neither one took any notice of me, so I went looking for Allie.
“Eff!” Allie said when she saw me. “Thank goodness. You’d better start packing; we don’t know yet when the train will be leaving.”
“Train?” I asked as Mrs. Callahan banged down the attic stairs with a carpet bag on each arm. “Leaving? Allie, what on earth —”
Allie muttered something under her breath. “That dratted boy didn’t find you, did he? I knew I should have come to tell you myself. There’s been a huge accident out at Lan’s college. Lan and a bunch of other students were badly injured and one of them was killed.”
“Lan’s — what happened? How bad is he hurt?”
“Bad enough for them to send for Papa and Mama straight off,” Allie said grimly. “They’re taking you, too, because you’re twins. Papa’s down at the train station now, making arrangements.”
Right then Nan came flying in the door. “Allie! Eff! What’s happened? Are Mama and Papa all right?”
“It’s not Mama or Papa,” Allie said. “It’s Lan.” She went over the whole thing once more, which gave it a little time to sink in. Nan and I both had a lot of questions, but Allie didn’t really know much more than she’d already said. Finally, she went and got the telegraph message, so we could see for ourselves what it said. She was right; there weren’t many particulars. All it said was Accident at Simon Magus. Lan Rothmer hurt bad with seven others, one dead so far. Advise come East now. Ziegler.
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