She's coming closer, eyes on them, and Norrell would give anything at this point to stay in the car. Yet Childermass is opening an umbrella for him and Norrell knows, however much he wants to, that he cannot run.
So he steps out under the umbrella, allows Childermass to close the door behind him and takes a slow breath. He can do this. He's wearing his witch's amulet, after all, which will stop him being controlled and... perhaps put her off a little, if she is a fae? Would that be enough silver for it?
He takes a deep breath and sets his jaw, tries to remember every tale of magical duelling he has read. The fires around them still rage, but his attention his now entirely on her.
(When he tells this story, of course, he will not have been afraid. Or perhaps he will have been, but also magnificent. Time will tell.)
For now, he lifts a hand and begins to silently mime the words to a spell to raise a magical barrier. It would not do to be set on fire right away, after all.
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So he steps out under the umbrella, allows Childermass to close the door behind him and takes a slow breath. He can do this. He's wearing his witch's amulet, after all, which will stop him being controlled and... perhaps put her off a little, if she is a fae? Would that be enough silver for it?
He takes a deep breath and sets his jaw, tries to remember every tale of magical duelling he has read. The fires around them still rage, but his attention his now entirely on her.
(When he tells this story, of course, he will not have been afraid. Or perhaps he will have been, but also magnificent. Time will tell.)
For now, he lifts a hand and begins to silently mime the words to a spell to raise a magical barrier. It would not do to be set on fire right away, after all.