After ten years of study, I can dependably do the two spells Thomas taught me (finding him and calling him) and the spell Lady Sylvia showed me to keep my hair up, but I’m afraid that the fine points of magical cipher and anticipher will always be beyond me. I know Thomas despairs of me as a student. I cannot bear the cacophony of most spells, and I wonder at anyone who can. The Webbs sound on a par with snakes and frogs. You have all my sympathies. On top of all that, Daniel seems an even greater social burden than usual. It is outside of enough. There are some duties no one should have to perform, and in my view, gracious behavior under such conditions qualifies. Forgive my grumpiness. Georgy is burden enough for me. I am out of all patience with her sulking and her sighs. This afternoon she shall join us, willy-nilly, for a walk across the park to the hermitage. It is a lovely day, one of the finest we have had, and if there is no other way to prise her out of doors than to bully her into accompanying the children and me (and the nurses, of course) on a combined mapmaking expedition and frog hunt, so be it.
What do You think about The Mislaid Magician (2012)?
