Phoenix and Ashes

'Absolutely,' Lauralee said, in a voice that allowed for no doubt. 'Our spells are working flawlessly, and they are so subtle I doubt that anyone has noticed any changes in the other girls. No matter what they sound like to anyone else, the moment they are in Reggie's presence, they will be irritating. Their conversation will be inane, they'll talk too much, and their voices will be shrill. It isn't much of a change, just half an octave or so, but it does grate on his nerves.'

'Whereas we make sure to pitch our voices low when we speak to him,' Carolyn said smugly. 'We don't talk too much, we get him to talk about things he likes, and we try to be soothing. The contrast alone has endeared us to him.'

'Good. And after a week of nothing but high-pitched irritation around him, he will be all the happier to see you back,' Alison said gaily. 'Well, off to bed, girls! We have a journey to make in the morning!'

The sound of footsteps below marked the departure of Carolyn and her mother from Lauralee's room. Now fully awake, Eleanor listened to the sounds of her stepsister preparing for bed in the room below.

So they were going to be gone for a full week! She could scarcely believe her luck. A week without the extra chores, the extra laundry— there would be so much more she could get accomplished! If there was the slightest chance that she could get through all of the rest of the Major Arcana cards in their absence—

Well, perhaps not all of them, but surely one each day wasn't too much to try for.

She caught herself just in time. Just be glad you have the peace to work in, she told herself. Don't try to jump ahead of yourself.

Still, she would have a week alone, and after that, this ball couldn't possibly take place terribly soon. She vaguely remembered what she knew about the big country weekends at the homes of the wealthy and titled. These things took time, a great deal of time, to organize. There were orders for food to be given, substitutions for things that couldn't be obtained would have to be made, rooms prepared, invitations sent. So while that was going on, everyone in this household would be distracted, too. Surely if Alison was now Lady Devlin's especial friend, her ladyship would ask Alison to help with the preparations. Even if not, there would be so much concentration on the weekend that no one would pay a lot of attention to Eleanor, especially if she kept herself quite quiet and unobtrusive.

Perhaps the end of July would be the earliest that this weekend could take place. By then it was possible, just possible, that she would have enough understanding of magic and her Element to break free. She was coming nearer to it, she could sense it. She could see the bonds of Alison's spells now, and they were weakening. Like a prisoner rasping her bonds against the stone wall of her prison, she was wearing away at them. But she needed more power; she needed greater understanding of her Element, and the ability to call up an Elemental who would be more than a helpful little pet, or something that mostly would not offer advice, like the Salamanders.

One step at a time, she warned herself. First, you have to learn, and you have to practice. Remember what the Hermit told you. Fire must respect you before it will serve with you. She would see how much time during the next week that Sarah could spare, and spend every free moment practicing, reading, and finding her way into the realm of the Tarot to learn still more.

And somehow, keep Alison from finding out about any of it.

July 11,1917

Longacre Park, Warwickshire

'My mother has gone insane,' Reggie said flatly. 'This business of holding a weekend and a fancy-dress ball is absolute folly.' He stared across the breakfast table at Lady Virginia, daring her to disagree. Breakfast was, as usual at Longacre, a matter of helping one's self from the sideboard, so the only people present were himself, Lady Virginia, and the Brigadier.

Lady Virginia sighed, and looked meditatively at a grilled tomato resting in lone splendor on her plate. 'I would not put it quite so strongly, but for the most part, I admit I do find this plan of a weekend party and fancy- dress ball to be somewhat ill-advised.'

'Ill-advised?' He shook his head. 'My lady, have you any idea how much work the staff is already doing? A staff that is adequate for a few visitors, but is seriously undermanned for something like this?' He'd been fielding plaintive pleas already, mostly from the cook and her staff, who were trying to find a way to provide four fancy dinners under rationing, not to mention the afternoon teas, the buffet breakfasts, and the luncheons for the guests who would be spending the entire weekend. He was going to have to do some foraging among the neighbors and his friends, and scour the home farms for produce.

Fortunately, I have some contacts among the Yanks, who seem to be overburdened with provisions.

He didn't want to think about what this weekend was going to mean in terms of being personally besieged by marriage-minded maidens and mamas. They'd be coming from miles around for the ball.

Lady Virginia sighed. 'Nevertheless, Reggie, I understand completely what is motivating her, and it is not