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.Then headded more rosemary to the tobacco tin, placed it in the center of itscircle, and began the spell of Indefinite Confinement.After five longminutes, his mouth was dry and his voice cracked, but a steel-gray aura beganto gleam across the surface of the tin.It flared and faded.Nathaniel utteredthe name of Bartimaeus, added an astrological date on which the confinementwould begin, and finished.The tin was as before.Nathaniel put it in the pocket of his jacket, snuffed out the candles, anddrew the rug over the markings on the floor.Then he collapsed upon the bed.When Mrs.Underwood brought her husband his lunch an hour later, she con-fided an anxiety with him."I'm worried about the boy," she said."He's barely touched his sandwich.He'sflopped himself down at the table, white as a sheet.Like he's been up allnight.Something's scared him, or he's sickening for something." She paused."Dear?"Mr.Underwood was inspecting the array of food upon his plate."No mangochutney, Martha? You know I like it with my ham and salad.""We've run out, dear.So what do you think we should do?""Buy some more.That's obvious, isn't it? Heavens above, woman ""About the boy.""Mmm? Oh, he's all right.The brat's just nervous about the Naming.And about summoning his first impling.I remember how terrified I got mymaster practically had to whip me into the circle." Mr.Underwood shoveled aforkful of ham into his mouth."Tell him to meet me in the library in an hourand a half's time and not to forget the Almanac.No make it an hour.I'll needto ring Duvall about those thefts afterward, curse him."In the kitchen, Nathaniel had still only managed half a sandwich.Mrs.Under-Page 66 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwood ruffled his hair."Buck up," she said."Is it the Naming that's unsettled you? You mustn't worryabout it at all.Nathaniel's nice, but there are lots of other good names outthere.Just think, you can choose whatever name you like, within reason.As long asno other current magician has it.Commoners don't have that privilege, youknow.They have to stick with what they're given." She bustled about, filling theteapot88and finding the milk and all the while talking, talking, talking.Nathanielfelt the tin weighing down his pocket."I'd like to go out for a bit, Mrs.Underwood," he said."I need some freshair."She looked at him blankly."But you can't, dear, can you? Not before yourNaming.Your master wants you in the library in an hour.And don't forget theNominative Almanac, he says.Though having said that, you do look ratherpeaky.Fresh air would do you good, I suppose.I'm sure he won't notice if you nipout for five minutes.""It's all right, Mrs.Underwood.I'll stay in." Five minutes? Heneeded two hours, maybe more.He would have to dispose of the tin later, andhope Bartimaeus didn't try anything beforehand.She poured a cup of tea and plonked it on the table before him."That'll putcolor in your cheeks.It's a big day for you, Nathaniel.When I see you again,you'll be someone else.This will probably be the last time I call you by yourold name.Isuppose I shall have to start forgetting it now."Why couldn't you have started forgetting it this morning? he thought.A small,malicious part of him wished to blame her for her careless affection, but heknew that this was totally unjust.It was his fault the demon had been on handto hear her.Safe, secret, strong.He was none of these things now.He took a gulp of tea and burned his mouth."Come in, boy, come in." His master, seated in a tall upright chair beside theli-brary desk, seemed almost genial.He eyed Nathaniel as he approached and indi-cated a stool beside him."Sit, sit.Well, you're looking smarter than usual.Even wearing a jacket, eh? I'm pleased to see that you register the importanceof the oc-casion.""Yes, sir.""Right.Where's the Almanac? Good, let's have it." The book was bound inshiny green leather, with an ox-hair ribbon bookmark.It had been delivered byJaroslav's only the day before and had not yet been read.Mr.Underwood openedthe cover delicately and glanced at the tide page."Loew's Nominative Almanac,three hundred ninety-fifth edition.How time flies.I chose my name from thethree hundred fiftieth, would you believe? I remember it as if it wereyesterday.""Yes, sir." Nathaniel stifled a yawn.His exertions of the morning werecatching up with him, but he had to concentrate on the task in hand.Hewatched as his master flipped the pages, talking all the while."The Almanac, boy, lists all official names used by magicians between Prague'sgolden age and the present.Many have been used more than once.Beside each isa register that indicates whether the name is currently being occupied.Ifnot, the name is free to be taken.Or you can invent one of yourown.See herePage 67 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html'Underwood, Arthur; London'.I am the second of that name, boy.The firstwas a89prominent Jacobean; a close associate of King James the first, I believe.Now,I have been giving the matter some consideration, and I think you would dowell to fol-low in the footsteps of one of the great magicians.""Yes, sir.""I thought Theophilus Throckmorton, perhaps he was a notable alchemist.And.yes, I see that combination free.No? That doesn't appeal? What aboutisBalthazar Jones? You're not convinced? Well, perhaps he a hard act tofollow.isYes, boy? You have a suggestion?""Is William Gladstone free, sir? I admire him.""Gladstone!" His master's eyes bulged."The very idea.There are some names,boy, that are too great and too recent to touch.No one would dare! It wouldbe the height of arrogance to assume his mantle." The eyebrows bristled."Ifyou aren't ca-pable of a sensible suggestion, I shall do the choosing for you.""Sorry, sir.I didn't think.""Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it.If it is tooobvious, you will find yourself brought down in flames before you reach yourtwenties.Amagician must not draw attention to himself too soon; certainly not before hehas summoned his first mouler.Well, we shall browse together from thebeginning [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Then headded more rosemary to the tobacco tin, placed it in the center of itscircle, and began the spell of Indefinite Confinement.After five longminutes, his mouth was dry and his voice cracked, but a steel-gray aura beganto gleam across the surface of the tin.It flared and faded.Nathaniel utteredthe name of Bartimaeus, added an astrological date on which the confinementwould begin, and finished.The tin was as before.Nathaniel put it in the pocket of his jacket, snuffed out the candles, anddrew the rug over the markings on the floor.Then he collapsed upon the bed.When Mrs.Underwood brought her husband his lunch an hour later, she con-fided an anxiety with him."I'm worried about the boy," she said."He's barely touched his sandwich.He'sflopped himself down at the table, white as a sheet.Like he's been up allnight.Something's scared him, or he's sickening for something." She paused."Dear?"Mr.Underwood was inspecting the array of food upon his plate."No mangochutney, Martha? You know I like it with my ham and salad.""We've run out, dear.So what do you think we should do?""Buy some more.That's obvious, isn't it? Heavens above, woman ""About the boy.""Mmm? Oh, he's all right.The brat's just nervous about the Naming.And about summoning his first impling.I remember how terrified I got mymaster practically had to whip me into the circle." Mr.Underwood shoveled aforkful of ham into his mouth."Tell him to meet me in the library in an hourand a half's time and not to forget the Almanac.No make it an hour.I'll needto ring Duvall about those thefts afterward, curse him."In the kitchen, Nathaniel had still only managed half a sandwich.Mrs.Under-Page 66 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwood ruffled his hair."Buck up," she said."Is it the Naming that's unsettled you? You mustn't worryabout it at all.Nathaniel's nice, but there are lots of other good names outthere.Just think, you can choose whatever name you like, within reason.As long asno other current magician has it.Commoners don't have that privilege, youknow.They have to stick with what they're given." She bustled about, filling theteapot88and finding the milk and all the while talking, talking, talking.Nathanielfelt the tin weighing down his pocket."I'd like to go out for a bit, Mrs.Underwood," he said."I need some freshair."She looked at him blankly."But you can't, dear, can you? Not before yourNaming.Your master wants you in the library in an hour.And don't forget theNominative Almanac, he says.Though having said that, you do look ratherpeaky.Fresh air would do you good, I suppose.I'm sure he won't notice if you nipout for five minutes.""It's all right, Mrs.Underwood.I'll stay in." Five minutes? Heneeded two hours, maybe more.He would have to dispose of the tin later, andhope Bartimaeus didn't try anything beforehand.She poured a cup of tea and plonked it on the table before him."That'll putcolor in your cheeks.It's a big day for you, Nathaniel.When I see you again,you'll be someone else.This will probably be the last time I call you by yourold name.Isuppose I shall have to start forgetting it now."Why couldn't you have started forgetting it this morning? he thought.A small,malicious part of him wished to blame her for her careless affection, but heknew that this was totally unjust.It was his fault the demon had been on handto hear her.Safe, secret, strong.He was none of these things now.He took a gulp of tea and burned his mouth."Come in, boy, come in." His master, seated in a tall upright chair beside theli-brary desk, seemed almost genial.He eyed Nathaniel as he approached and indi-cated a stool beside him."Sit, sit.Well, you're looking smarter than usual.Even wearing a jacket, eh? I'm pleased to see that you register the importanceof the oc-casion.""Yes, sir.""Right.Where's the Almanac? Good, let's have it." The book was bound inshiny green leather, with an ox-hair ribbon bookmark.It had been delivered byJaroslav's only the day before and had not yet been read.Mr.Underwood openedthe cover delicately and glanced at the tide page."Loew's Nominative Almanac,three hundred ninety-fifth edition.How time flies.I chose my name from thethree hundred fiftieth, would you believe? I remember it as if it wereyesterday.""Yes, sir." Nathaniel stifled a yawn.His exertions of the morning werecatching up with him, but he had to concentrate on the task in hand.Hewatched as his master flipped the pages, talking all the while."The Almanac, boy, lists all official names used by magicians between Prague'sgolden age and the present.Many have been used more than once.Beside each isa register that indicates whether the name is currently being occupied.Ifnot, the name is free to be taken.Or you can invent one of yourown.See herePage 67 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html'Underwood, Arthur; London'.I am the second of that name, boy.The firstwas a89prominent Jacobean; a close associate of King James the first, I believe.Now,I have been giving the matter some consideration, and I think you would dowell to fol-low in the footsteps of one of the great magicians.""Yes, sir.""I thought Theophilus Throckmorton, perhaps he was a notable alchemist.And.yes, I see that combination free.No? That doesn't appeal? What aboutisBalthazar Jones? You're not convinced? Well, perhaps he a hard act tofollow.isYes, boy? You have a suggestion?""Is William Gladstone free, sir? I admire him.""Gladstone!" His master's eyes bulged."The very idea.There are some names,boy, that are too great and too recent to touch.No one would dare! It wouldbe the height of arrogance to assume his mantle." The eyebrows bristled."Ifyou aren't ca-pable of a sensible suggestion, I shall do the choosing for you.""Sorry, sir.I didn't think.""Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it.If it is tooobvious, you will find yourself brought down in flames before you reach yourtwenties.Amagician must not draw attention to himself too soon; certainly not before hehas summoned his first mouler.Well, we shall browse together from thebeginning [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]