Some creature from the pit. And he was fascinated by her—completely under her spell. They had been married for the best part of a year now, although the priest Edward Kelley had produced had been of dubious antecedents, and he wouldn’t have been surprised to discover that the man had been a Papist, so he wasn’t entirely sure if the nuptials were legitimate. But he didn’t care: he loved the woman. It had been an extraordinary year in many ways, and he sometimes thought he knew just as much about the woman now as he did on the occasion of their very first meeting. He still had to learn her name. She subscribed to the old pagan tradition—that was still current in some magical circles—that there was magic in a name, and to give that name freely and without thought to another person delivered you into their power. She rarely spoke, and more often than not he seemed to find her in a trance, her cold black eyes glazed, looking at something only she could see. Often she talked through Kelley when he was in a mediumistic trance.
