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Hunter
The
Virginia Boecker
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The witch hunter / Virginia Boecker.First edition.
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Summary: Set in an alternative 1 6th-century England, Elizabeth Grey is the only girl in the kings elite
group of witch hunters. When shes framed for being a witch herself, Elizabeth finds freedom at the
hands of the worlds most wanted wizard and her loyalties are testedProvided by publisher.
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I stand at the edge of the crowded square, watching the
executioners light the pyres. The two men, dressed for work
in dark red cloaks and charred leather gloves, circle the narrow wooden platforms, their lit torches held high. At the top
of each pyre, four witches and three wizards stand chained to
a stake, bundles of wood heaped around their feet. They stare
into the crowd, determined looks on their faces.
I dont know what they did; they werent my captures.
But I do know there will be no apologies from them. No last-
minute pleas for mercy, no s caffold-step promises to repent.
Even as the executioners touch their torches to the wood and
the first of the flames leaps into the leaden sky, they remain
silent. Theyll stay that way, stubborn to the very end. It wasnt
always like this. But the worse the Reformist rebellions get,
the more defiant the Reformists themselves become.
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Damnation.
I drop my sword and rip the knife from my chest, throwing it to the floor. Theres a flash of heat in my abdomen, followed by a sharp, prickling sensation. And in an instant, the
wound heals. Theres almost no blood; it doesnt even hurt
at least not much. Seeing this, all five necromancers go still.
They knowthe moment I came through the door they
knewbut its different altogether to see it work: the stigma
branded into the skin above my navel, a scrawl of black. xiii.
The stigma that protects me and shows me for what I am. An
enforcer of the Thirteenth Tablet. A witch hunter.
They back away, as if Im the one to be afraid of.
I am the one to be afraid of.
I lunge forward and punch the nearest necromancer in
the stomach. He doubles over as I slam my elbow into the
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back of his neck and watch him slump to the floor. I turn to
one of the others. Stomp on his foot, pinning it to the floor,
and slam my other foot into the side of his kneecap. He drops
to his knees, howling. In a flash, I snatch his hands and bind
them tightly with the brass handcuffs. Brass is impenetrable
to magic; theres no escaping for him now.
I round on the other three. They hold their hands in front
of them, backing slowly away. From the corner of my eye, I
see Caleb watching me. And hes grinning.
Snatching another pair of cuffs from my belt, I start
toward them. Close up, I can see how old they really are.
Gray hair, wrinkled skin, watery eyes. Each of them seventy
if theyre a day. I want to tell them theyd be better off going
to church and saying their prayers instead of exhuming bodies and conjuring spirits, but whats the point? They wouldnt
listen anyway.
They never do.
I grab a necromancers wrists and clamp the manacles around them. Before I can get to the other two, they
twist away, one of them muttering an incantation under his
breath.
Mutzak tamshich kadima.
The room goes still. The fire stops burning and the billowing pink smoke disappears, receding into the cauldron as if it
never existed. The necromancer keeps muttering; hes trying
to complete the ritual. I grab a dagger from my belt and hurl
it at him to try to stop him. But its too late. The spirit hovering over the cauldron above us, hideous yet harmless before,
becomes solid. It drops in front of me with a thud.
Caleb swears under his breath.
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Caleb steps outside and whistles for the guards. They storm
into the house, clad in their b
lack-and-red uniforms, the
kings coat of arms emblazoned across the front and a red
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Most of them are already drunk, even though its not much
past noon. Theres a loud card game in one corner, a fight
breaking out in another. A trio of musicians cowers between
them, trying in vain to play above the brawl and the crowd
that cheers every time someone gets punched.
We spy Joe, the old, w
hite-haired owner, pulling drinks
behind the bar, and we head straight for him. As soon as
we walk up, he slides each of us a foaming glass of ale and
watches as we take a cautious sip.
Well? He folds his arms across his chest.
Caleb chokes, sputtering ale all over the counter.
Dont mind him. I jab my elbow into Calebs side. Its
very nice.
Joe fancies himself an ale connoisseur, and each week he
brews up different concoctions to try on his clientele, with
varying results. Last weeks brew, infused with the essence of
roasted pig, was the worst to date. Why eat supper when you
can drink it? hed asked. Todays has a hint of rosemary
and something else I cant quite place.
What is that? I say. Licorice?
Joe snorts. Not quite. I hope you two dont have much to
do today.
We spot Marcus and Linus sitting at our usual table in
the back and make our way to them. Caleb reaches around
me to pull out a chair, and I flush with pleasure, thinking its
for me, until he slides past me and sits down. I stand there for
a moment, feeling foolish. Then I pull out my own chair and
sit down.
What happened to you? Marcus gestures at me with his
glass.
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I move from the table to a plush chair near the fireplace
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That so? He steadies me. I dont see any, but Ill take
your word for it.
No, your eyes. They spin like pinwheels. Whats your
name again?
George.
Funny. That other man is a George, too. Peter G
eorge
whoops! I trip over the hem of my cloak and tumble to the
ground.
No, hes just Peter. Im George. Here, let me help you up.
He pulls me to my feet and I notice were the same height.
Youre awfully short, I say.
Short? Not me! Maybe youre the short one. Ever think
about that?
I consider it. My God, youre right. You must be very
clever.
George cracks a laugh. If only everyone was this easy to
convince.
Just Peter comes over, grips my shoulders, and peers
down at me, forcing me to look at him.
George says you live at the palace? he says.
I nod.
What exactly do you do there?
Im a maid. The lie rolls easily enough off my tongue. I
used to be a maid, I still sleep with the maids, sometimes I
wish I still were a maid.
A maid? He blinks in surprise. What kind? Chamber?
Ladys?
Scullery.
I cant help but notice he looks disappointed. For how
long?
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I thought he looked familiar. You dont look like a fool.
I should hope not. Im a fool by occupation, not presentation. And only occasionally by reputation. He grins.
Youre too young to be a fool, I persist, swaying a little.
Not at all. George takes me by the shoulders. Im eighteen, which is the most foolish age of all. All the troubles of a
man, yet none of the excuses of a boy. He leads me down the
dirt path that winds around the edge of the garden. We need
to get you to your room before anyone sees what condition
youre in. He looks around. But I dont know how
Oh, I do. I grab his sleeve. Follow me.
I drag him off the path and across the grass toward a
vine-covered wall. I walk along it, trailing my hand through
the leaves.
Know whats funny about this palace? I say. All the
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gargoyles. Lots of them are hidden, but when you find one,
theyre always next to something interesting. See?
I stop and point to the little snout thats almost completely buried by the ivy. Stick my hand into the greenery and
feel around for the door latch I know is there. Got it. I lift it
and hear a tiny click, then pull apart the curtain of vines to
reveal a small doorway.
Hes doing it again: staring at me with that funny expression, his dark eyebrows raised, the tiniest smirk on his face.
What? I say.
Nothing. Butyoure a funny girl.
Not really.
Yes, really. I mean, what does a girl from the kitchen
know about secret doors?
I tut a little. This is nothing.
You dont say. He shakes his head, then gestures to the
door. Ladies first.
I squeeze through the tiny opening, and George climbs in
after me. I lean out to rearrange the vines before closing the
door behind me. Inside, its pitch black.
Theres a staircase here, I say. If you go all the way to
the top, youll come to a door. It opens up into the great hall,
behind that huge tapestry, you know, the one with the owls
and bats attacking the wizard on the table? King Malcolm
has a fondness for violent tapestries and paintings, and I hate
them all.
Aye, I know it. But what about you?
Im going this way. I jerk my thumb over my shoulder,
though its so dark he probably cant see. Behind me. The hallway leads to the kitchen. The maids quarters are just past it.
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here, thats a good place to start. Since were friends now, why
dont you go with me?
George clears his throat. Go with you?
Yes.
To the masque?
Yes.
Silence. For the third time today, I can feel my cheeks getting hot.
What? I say irritably. I suppose a fool is too good to go
to a dance with a maid?
No. Its just...I didnt know maids were allowed to go to
masques.
Damnation. Hes right, of course. Maids cant go, but I
wasnt going as a maid; I was going as a witch hunter. Not
that it matters, since Ill be wearing a mask and no one will
see my face anyway.
Were not, I correct myself. But you are. And as I say, I
think you should take me.
He clears his throat again. You know, youre very cute.
And if I were at all inclined in that direction, youd certainly
be someone to consider.
It takes me a second to realize hes turning me down.
A simple no would suffice, I mutter.
Suffice it to say, my no isnt simple.
Im not in the mood for riddles, I snap. Im starting to
wish I hadnt drunk that ale. Or that Id drunk more so Id be
passed out somewhere instead of babbling like an idiot to a
fool.
Im going to go now, I say. So, as I said, up those stairs,
through that door, under the tapestry, and thats that. I turn
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around and walk down the hall. Im almost to the end when I
hear his voice.
Maybe Ill see you around sometime?
I dont reply. I just keep walking.
Soon the hall grows narrower and warmer, and I know
Im nearing the kitchen. Supper was over hours ago, but I can
still smell the food through the wall, hear the commotion on
the other side as they clean: pots banging, maids shouting,
the footsteps of servants still carrying in trays from the dining hall.
My stomach starts growling, and I wonder if I can sneak
inside and get something to eat without anyone seeing me.
I drop to my knees and skim my hand along the wall until I
feel a small notch, big enough to slip my finger through: the
handle on the tiny door that opens into the kitchen between
the wall and the bread oven.
I discovered this door my first week in the kitchen. I was
only nine then and didnt have the courage to open it. I didnt
know what was on the other side, but I imagined plenty:
snakes, ghosts, vicious c hild-eating monsters. Time passed
and I forgot about it, until one day Caleb came to keep me
company while I did my chores.
I remember his sitting on the floor, playing against himself in a game of dice, left hand versus right. He wasnt supposed to be in the kitchen with me; the other maids found
him distracting. Caleb was only fourteen then, but he was
almost six feet tall, with dark blond hair that fell over his eyes
in waves. He was g ood-looking and he knew it. I was only
twelve and I knew it, too.
I also knew he was stubborn. No amount of whining or
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Caleb, stop. I peel myself off the wall. Start toward him.
I dont make it more than a few steps before everything starts
spinning out of control again. I pitch forward wildly and
tumble to the floor in a heap.
Elizabeth! Caleb rushes to my side.
Im fine, I mutter. But Im not. Every time I open my
eyes, everything goes topsy-turvy. The air is dark and suffocating, and the walls feel as if theyre closing in on me.
Lets get you inside. Caleb pulls me to my feet. We start
toward my room again, but Richard steps forward to block us.
Shes to come with me, Richard says.
Shes not going anywhere with you, Caleb snaps. And
if you dont get out of my way, I swear to you, youll be sorry.
I wince, waiting for Richard to yell, maybe throw a punch.
Instead, they both go quiet. Caleb releases me. I open my eyes
to find him crouched beside me, clutching a bundle of herbs.
I recognize them immediately: purple spiky pennyroyal, yellow flowering silphium. My hand goes immediately to my
pocket but I already know itll be empty.
He gets to his feet. Elizabeth, where did these come from?
Her pocket. They fell out of her pocket. Richards eyes
are wide. I saw them.
Caleb turns them over in his hand. Examines them
closely. Frowns.
This is pennyroyal, he says. And silphium. Women use
these if theyre, you k nowI can hear the discomfort in his
voicetrying to prevent a baby. Theyre witches herbs. He
looks up at me. Why would you have these?
Its a long, silent, dreadful moment before he speaks, as
he works out what he knows against what he wishes he didnt.
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