The Chain (The Secret of Spellshadow Manor #3)

“We don’t want anyone else to know,” Alex said.

She dipped her head in a kooky curtsey. “Very well. Do you still wish me to bring food and water?”

Alex thought about the lake water and the burn in his throat. “If that isn’t too much trouble.”

She smiled. “Absolutely not. It is my pleasure. It is so very exciting to meet new people. You must tell me all about where you are from and what has brought you to our fair shores.”

A wary look passed between the others at this request.

“Perhaps you could tell us something of your fair shores first. An exchange of sorts,” suggested Alex.

“Yeah—why don’t you sit and share some food with us? Tell us all about yourself,” Jari encouraged as he sat down on the grass against the cottage.

Guardedly, they sat in a circle and shared out the food Helena had brought. Alex had his eye on the drinks, desperate to quench his thirst, but there were all kinds of foodstuffs in the basket. There were honeyed cakes that oozed with syrup and delicate pastries filled with a strange jam that was both sweet and sour at the same time. There were doughy white buns, soft and heavenly, with a melted cheese filling that was delicious, topped with crisp salad leaves and a shredded radish-type vegetable. Savory pastries too, with hearty, warming centers, delicately spiced with almost Moroccan flavoring that tickled the tongue for just a moment, before giving way to a comforting heat. They ate hungrily, satisfied sounds making their way across the group.

The drinks were strange and wonderful too. Alex popped open the top of a red-colored one and drank deeply. It slaked his thirst almost immediately, tasting of watermelon and strawberries mixed together, cool and refreshing on his tongue. It beat any soda he had ever tasted.

“So, tell us about this place,” Alex said, after polishing off half of the red drink.

“Well, where to begin? It is a school for magical students.” She paused thoughtfully. “Are you magical?” she asked.

“We are.” Natalie nodded, biting into one of the pastries.

“Are you from a school?” she ventured.

“We are,” confirmed Jari.

Alex frowned, not sure if they should have given that much away.

“You are from a school? Oh, how wonderful! We hardly ever get students from elsewhere around here. I thought I should check in case you weren’t and I had just bamboozled you! Can you imagine if you were non-magical and I had just told you I was magical—you’d think I was mad!” She giggled. “Now, where was I?”

“Stillwater House,” encouraged Alex.

“Ah, yes. So, this is a very ancient, very well-respected magical school for magically gifted students. It is much like any other magical school, only this one is for the children of noble mages,” she explained matter-of-factly. There didn’t seem to be anything arrogant in the way she said it, and Alex didn’t think Helena had the slightest notion how different this school was from the school they had come from.

“Noble mages?” asked Ellabell, quirking a brow.

Helena nodded. “Oh, yes—you know, magical lords, ladies, dukes, duchesses, barons, baronets, those sorts of people?”

Ellabell gave a slight shrug of understanding. “I suppose.”

“Well, they send their children here at a young age, to be trained up as the finest mages possible. It is very beautiful here, I know, but the work is hard and we put in so many hours. It is tireless, but it has to be this way in order to bring pride to our families. That is why we are sent here.”

That explained the beautiful architecture, the lush landscape, the advanced lessons, the happiness and laughter he had overheard—every difference between this place and Spellshadow. These people, these nobles, were born to be mages. It was instilled in them, no doubt, from an early age that they were special. They were born understanding their powers, wanting to be mages, instead of being dragged unwillingly from their homes and families and forced into it. Knowing that, he felt a twinge of bitterness. It was so much easier for them. He wondered if they even knew there were others out there, less fortunate, less willing.

“What about security? Doesn’t anyone ever try to leave?” he asked, wondering if there had ever been outcasts within the villa walls who did not want to abide by the status quo.

A look of curiosity passed across her striking eyes. “There are guards but not much else. Nobody wants to leave, and hardly anybody ever just turns up, so they don’t bother with much in the way of security. Plus, most of us are very strong. If somebody got in who wasn’t welcome or invited, they would undoubtedly be dealt with,” she replied, not realizing how chilling her answer sounded to the group of trespassers.

“Has anyone ever tried to leave?” pressed Alex, his interest piqued.

Helena shrugged. “It is a great honor to be here. We are blessed to be here. Why would we leave?” she said, but somehow, she didn’t sound entirely convinced. There was a monotone to her words that reminded Alex of his first days at Spellshadow, when Jari and Aamir had repeated phrases to him that sounded oddly rehearsed. A robotic, drilled characteristic.

“It’s very beautiful,” Alex acquiesced, though he was left with more questions than he had started with.

“I must be getting back now. I will bring you more sustenance tomorrow,” she announced, rising. “And please, sleep well knowing I will keep your secret.” She smiled her pleasant smile as she bade her farewell.

Seeing her leave, Alex was hit with a wave of inspiration. Getting up quickly, he ran after her, much to the confusion of the others. Helena was already some way down the shoreline when Alex caught up with her. There was something he hoped she could help him with, though he knew it was something of a bold move, in terms of trust.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, looking at him in surprise.

“Not really,” he replied, catching his breath. “The thing is, we have a friend with us who is very sick. You didn’t see him because he’s inside the cottage, but he’s getting worse every day and nothing we do seems to help. We’re all worried about him. I saw you out there on the training ground—you’re strong, and I was wondering if you might be able to help.”

She frowned. “What is wrong with him?”

“There’s a curse upon him. A really bad one. Now, I’m betting you have a pretty good library in that school of yours, and I was wondering if you could get us a spell-book that has instructions on how to break curses. Or, if you know of any way to remove it—perhaps you have something that would help in your medical center—we would be extremely grateful.”

As much as he had tried to suppress it, Alex couldn’t shift the weight of responsibility he felt for what was happening to Aamir. If he hadn’t cut that band, perhaps Aamir would be okay. Or maybe he’d still be the Head’s zombie. They’d never know. Whatever the case, they needed to fix him.