"You are setting up a Midnight Circle where Daybreak once lived. Whatever you say your intentions, Miss Widdowson, you know it will look bad. It will be discussed. How it borders us. How it could be seen as symbolic. How your interaction with the fae could be read. It will not go uncontested. You have been warned. If you go ahead with this despite this you cannot say it was a surprise."

Norrell presses his lips together, slides his glasses back on and shuffles his papers.

"The matter is a closed subject."