Roanoke: Chapter Eighteen
Edwyn le Fay stared at Trevelyan. So the Black Magician had decided to come through the vortex, after all. But he had not come to the village of White Town. For some reason he had gone directly to the Bishopric.
Trevelyan must have used Magick to get to the Bishopric. Trevelyan didn’t have any Shadow Magick. He must have used Portal Magick to get to the mainland. How good was that Magick, le Fay wondered. Could he open a portal back to the world from which le Fay had come? Could Trevelyan somehow get him home?
Perhaps Trevelyan had detected the presence of Magick in the Bishopric, and not in White Town, and that was why the Black Magician had gone to the Bishopric. Le Fay did not know. But it spoiled his idea of contacting the people of the Bishopric, and seeing if they could help him open a portal with their Magick.
Le Fay wondered what to do. Should he warn these people that Trevelyan was evil? Le Fay knew that these people were descended from around a third of the colonists, who had gone off with a Black Magician. But that did not mean that these people were evil. It did not get passed down the generations.
Edwyn le Fay decided that he had to try to find out what Trevelyan and these people of the Bishopric were talking about. But if he moved from where he was hiding behind the rock Trevelyan was bound to see him.
For around a minute he did not know what to do. Then it occurred to him that his only choice was to use Magick to listen in to what was being said. He knew the basics of these spells, thanks to the extensive spellbooks of Gideon de Ville. But these were not spells which he had mastered. He had only tried this spell of auditory scrying once.
He calmed himself down, and cupped one hand to an ear. He turned his head so that his ear was facing where Trevelyan was talking. Ideally he should be using a miniature ear trumpet. But the spell should still work with a hand cupped to his ear. He cast the spell of clairaudience.
Immediately he could hear what was being said. It was like he was standing next to the two men.
“…when I found myself trapped on the island of Roanoke, like your ancestors had been, over three hundred years ago.” Trevelyan said. “It tried to use my Magick to return to my own world. But it was not possible. The door works only one way, as I am sure that you have discovered over the years.
“I explored the island of Roanoke, to discover the ruins of your first settlement. I thought, perhaps, that I was alone in the world. It was then that I cast a spell to detect the presence of Magick, and discovered emanations coming from this place. I opened a mystical portal, and stepped through, to appear close to this town. I presume that you are the descendants of the Lost Colony of Roanoke.”
“This am the Bishopric.” the man said. Le Fay noticed that the dialect was different. It sounded very different to that if White Town. In the years that the people of White Town and the Bishopric had been apart the dialects had diverged. In White Town somebody would have said be rather than am. “It am nay the only towner. There is White Towner, where ammit those without the gifter of Magick. This am the Bishopric, where all Magick am welcome. We ammit the followers of the Bishop, who did founden this towner.”
“You say that all Magick is welcome?” Trevelyan asked. “What about Black Magick?”
“There am only Magick, no black or white.” the man said.
Trevelyan smiled. He had not found a gate to Hell, as he had hoped. But he had found somewhere where the people did not care whether you used Black Magick or not. Edwyn le Fay did not need to be psychic to guess at the thoughts of the Black Magician. He would be thinking at, in a short period of time, that he would be running the place. Le Fay thought that he probably would. Maybe Trevelyan could not rule the world that he had come from. But he might end up ruling this one instead.
The two men carried on talking. Trevelyan revealed that he was a wizard, and asked if he would be welcome in the Bishopric. He was told that he was; and that, if he knew spells that they did not know, the people of the Bishopric would be keen to learn what he knew.
Le Fay doubted whether Trevelyan would teach them anything other than some of the most basic cantrips. He was a Black Magician. Black Magicians carefully guarded the spells which they knew. They were not really known for sharing their knowledge. But le Fay bet that if these people knew any spells which Trevelyan did not know that the Black Magician would get hold of them, one way or another.
Le Fay thought about stepping out from behind the rock and warning this man that Trevelyan was not to be trusted. But there was the fact that Trevelyan was probably a more powerful wizard. He also was in possession of a revolver. Le Fay knew that if he revealed his position here that Trevelyan would kill him.
If he didn’t, though, Trevelyan was bound to poison the minds of these people against him. Trevelyan would try to find out if they had heard of Edwyn le Fay. Trevelyan would say that Edwyn le Fay was an enemy of the Bishopric. Even if le Fay managed to speak to some of the people of the Bishopric it would only be his word against that of Trevelyan. Le Fay suspected that the other wizard was the better public speaker. He had fooled that other order of wizards that he had joined, after all.
Le Fay was glad that he had decided to leave White Town. If he had stayed there, and Trevelyan had learned that he was in that place, the Black Magician would almost certainly have initiated conflict to get him. It would have been the Bishopric against White Town – and Trevelyan would not care how many innocent people got killed. Le Fay, as he sheltered behind the rock, realised that he was a danger to the people of White Town. He could not enter the Bishopric. But he could not return to the other town, either. He was in a world where there was no safe place for him.
Trevelyan and the man from the Bishopric walked into the centre of the town, still talking. The last that Edwyn le Fay heard was Trevelyan telling the man that he had been exiled to this world by an evil magician Edwyn le Fay, who was not to be trusted if he came to the Bishopric. So it started. Trevelyan was already poisoning the minds of these people. And there was nothing that Edwyn le Fay could do about it. There was no way that he was going to try and take Trevelyan on. Le Fay let the spell of clairaudience lapse.
Edwyn le Fay decided to get out of there. There would be no help from the people here. Not now that they had welcomed Trevelyan into their ranks.