The Source of Magic

the zombie I met-?'

       'In the garden,' she agreed. 'He got lost in the Queen's maze, the night of the anniversary party. Then he came to me, inside, and got pickled. It took quite a spell to undo that! Now we're looking for a spell to make him alive again, too, so we can-' She blushed delicately. Obviously the zombie had been more than a friend, in life. Millie had displayed an embarrassing interest in Bink himself, during that party, but it seemed the appearance of the zombie ended that. Another loose end Bink's talent had neatly tied up.

       'When my son gets older we can have him ask about that,' Bink said. 'There must be some rock, somewhere, that knows where a spell to restore zombies would be.'

       'Oh, yes!' Millie cried ecstatically. 'Oh, thank you!'

       Bink faced the zombie, but did not offer to shake hands. 'I think you were another omen for me, Jonathan. When I met you the first time, it signaled death with all its horrors: the death of magic. But through that death I found a kind of rebirth-and so will you.'

       Bink turned to the door of the cottage, ready to join his family.

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