“I didn’t mean…” Henry sighed. “I didn’t know it would lead to all this. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, you needn’t apologize, Henry, it’s hardly your fault, if anyone’s to blame it’s that Sir Geoffrey. What an awful use of magic. A most disgraceful violation, if you ask me. But if you and Mr Burnett hadn’t done what you did three weeks ago, I might never have made this connection.”
“And what connection would that be?”
Expression turning much more serious, she nodded and then unrolled one of the papers to reveal not a star chart as Henry expected, but an aerial map of London. Various lines ran across it—ley-lines over the city.
“These were the leys on the night of the full moon from this month two years ago.” She brushed her hand over the map. “Everything looks about right, yes?” From what Henry cou
