“What did you do? That is not the spell I gave you!” The new Council teacher was beyond mad. His face was inflamed and fire was spitting from his eyes.
“Sir, it is. See!” I held out the spell to him. He grabbed it from my hands and began checking it line by line.
“What is this notation right here?”
I peered at the line halfway through. “It looks like the word verða.”
“It’s not. It’s the wrong tense. It needs to be umskipti. I didn’t write it that way. Why is it on here?” He thrust the paperwork back at me.
“Sir, I copied it exactly from your notes.”
“I do not make mistakes! You are trying to blame this disaster on me and I won’t have it!” He stormed away, ranting to the heavens. I stared at the paper in my hands. We used old Norse as a modern magical language for all our spells. The
