It took us a while to walk back, once the sun got down, going from scorching hot to just hot.
Mr. Braham was waiting for us at the inn, drinking his tea, as we came in, drenched in sweat.
"I contacted the government office about the mage's house," he said, "and they said it's not on sale. It's unsafe and magically unstable."
"Please give me their phone number," I said. "I'll try to convince them I can take responsibility for the house."
"But, Mrs. Bedwen," Mr. Braham said. "While I'm sure you're an excellent alchemist, I don't think you get it. The house needs a mages' attention. And while I gather you're a dark arall, you need the skills of a full mage to do it."
"I'm a mage," I informed Mr. Braham. "Although I haven't received my seal yet. Graduated with Honors in Practical Magic fr
