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her shoulder, but she pulled away, her face twisted in fury.
    Tap, tap, tap.
    The old magician with the dark skin and the multicolored coat sat at the foot of my bed.
    “I knew it,” he said.
    This was clearly a dream. Everything in the room lay faded in mist, except for my visitor.
    The magician wagged his finger at me. “I knew.”
    “Knew what?” I asked.
    “Go to Ha’penny Row. Buy a totem for the answer.”
    Tap, tap, tap.
    “Stop tapping on my bedpost.”
    The magician shrugged. “I’m not. Perhaps someone’s at the door.”
    —
    I WOKE TO SUNLIGHT STREAMING THROUGH the window. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and froze when I heard tapping.
    “Hello?” I called, but no one answered. It sounded like something hitting my bedpost. Turning my head, I found a stick of polished wood lying on the pillow next to me, utterly still. I pulled the blankets to my chin. “Hello?” I said again, like a fool. But what else does one say to a mysterious object?
    The stave was perhaps two feet long…a stave…
    “Are you mine?” I whispered, taking it in hand. I swore I felt the briefest flicker of a pulse, as if it were some living creature. At my touch, the wood stretched and squeezed, like taking a damp cloth by both ends and wringing it. When the wood relaxed, it no longer appeared smooth and polished. An unseen hand had etched the sorcerer sigils for fire, water, earth, and air into the wood. A five-pointed star appeared at the handle. A tendril of carved ivy leaves wound along the stave’s length.
    My hands trembled as I traced the images. It was mine. God, it was
mine.
    I threw the blankets back and leaped to the floor, twirling the stave around and around in my hands.
    Lilly entered with a tea tray and gasped.
    I bowed it toward her, and a gust of wind erupted through the room, blowing her skirts above her knees. She jumped and a cup fell off the tray and smashed to pieces.
    “I’m so sorry!” I threw the stave onto the bed and went to help her.
    “Quite all right, miss.” She bent to pick up the pieces, joining me crouched on the floor. When our eyes met, we burst out laughing. I had a magic stave. What was a broken cup compared to that?
    —
    L ILLY FOUND ME AN APPLE-GREEN DAY dress that suited my complexion a bit better than the blue. After she’d made me presentable, I took the stave and went downstairs to the breakfast room. Blackwood, Dee, and Magnus were already there. Blackwood stood by the window, sipping a cup of tea. He wasn’t wearing a jacket; it was shocking, seeing him in only his shirtsleeves. Dee ate his eggs in silence. Magnus was slumped over in another chair, asleep.
    Blackwood turned from the window and saw me. “Miss Howel,” he said, rushing to get his coat off a chair. “Forgive me. I forgot we have a woman in the house now. I only just got in from my training.” Fully dressed, he nodded at the others. Dee stood, and Magnus blinked awake. “Did you sleep well?” Blackwood asked.
    “Very, thank you,” I said. It took only a second for Dee to spot what I held in my hands.
    “She’s got a stave!” he cried. An instant later, he and Magnus were crowded around me. I held it out, feeling rather proud. “Look, the carvings,” Dee said, gleeful.
    “She’s a true sorcerer.” Magnus yawned and clapped a hand on my back. Blackwood seated himself and gazed at me over the rim of his cup.
    “I’m glad this is so excellent,” I said, taking my seat. “I was worried when I woke to find the stave on my pillow. Who put it there?”
    “Master Agrippa left it outside your room last night, but the stave placed itself beside you. It chose,” Blackwood said. “That is yours for the rest of your life.” He watched me with a curious intensity. “I hope it pleases you. It was cut from a magical grove of white birches on Sorrow-Fell grounds.”
    “I shall endeavor not to break it,” I said lightly.
    “Don’t break it. You will never have another.” Blackwood widened his eyes.
    “Yes,