has a plan. I just want him to tell me what to do.
“Give me your magic, Simon.”
I take a step back—in surprise, I think—but the Mage holds me by the neck. He presses his right hand over my heart. “I can take it. I finally found a way, but then I heard that you’d gotten there first. You can give it to me freely now, can’t you? Like you gave it to the Pitch brat?” I feel every one of his fingertips against my skin. “Don’t make me take it, Simon.…”
I look down at Ebb. Her blood is pooling around her arm and shoulder. It’s just reached the tips of her blond hair.
“Think of it,” the Mage murmurs. “I have control that you’ll never have. Wisdom … Experience … With your power, I can obliterate the Humdrum. I can settle these quarrels once and for all—I can finally finish what I started.”
“What you started?”
“My reforms!” he hisses. Then his head drops forward, like he’s tired. “I thought it would be enough to throw them out of power. To change the rules. But they’re like cockroaches, these people—they creep up on you as soon as you turn off the lights.
“I can’t focus on my enemies because of the Humdrum”—he tilts his head to the right—“and I can’t focus on the Humdrum because of all this squabbling.” He tilts it to the left. “It was never supposed to be like this.” He looks back up at me. “You were supposed to be the answer.”
“I’m not the Greatest Mage,” I say.
“You’re just a child,” he says, disappointed.
I close my eyes.
The Mage pinches my neck. “Give it to me.”
“It could hurt you, sir.”
He takes my hands roughly. “Now, Simon.”
I open my eyes and look down at our hands. I could give it to him. All of it. I could give it to him, and then it would be him. It would be the Mage draining the world of magic or finding a way not to.…
I squeeze one hand and give him a bit of magic. A fistful.
The Mage clenches my fingers, and his body seizes, but he doesn’t let go. “Simon!” His eyes light up. Literally. “I think this will work!”
“It will work,” my voice says. But I’m not the one speaking—the Humdrum is standing beside us. Over Ebb’s body.
The Mage goes still, his mouth dropping open. I forgot; he’s never seen the Humdrum. “Simon,” the Mage says. “It’s you.”
“It’s the Humdrum,” I say.
“It’s you on the day I found you.” His eyes are wide and soft. “My boy—”
“I’m not him,” the Humdrum says. “I’m not anybody’s boy.”
“You’re my shadow,” I say to the Humdrum. I’m not afraid of him now.
“More like an exit wound,” he says. “Or an exhaust trail—I’ve had loads of time to think about it.”
“The Insidious Humdrum,” the Mage whispers.
“It’s a crap name,” the Humdrum says, bouncing his ball. “Did you come up with it?”
The Mage turns to me and grabs both my wrists. “Now, Simon, give it to me. He’s right here.”
“When did you get wings?” the Humdrum asks. “I’ll never have wings. Or a sword. I’ll never even have a proper ball—I’d like a football.”
The Mage jerks on my wrists, still staring at the Humdrum. “Now, Simon! We’ll end this once and for all!”
“Do it,” the Humdrum says. “He’s right. End everything. All of the magic. All of it.”
The Humdrum tosses the ball to me, and I push the Mage off me to catch it.
“Simon!” the Mage says.
I tuck the red rubber ball in my suit jacket—I’m not sure when I thought up this grey suit—and I look down at the Humdrum. It’s the only way.
I take the boy by his shoulders.
He laughs. “What’re you gonna do—hit me? Go off on me? I’m pretty sure that won’t work.”
“No,” I say. “I’m going to end this. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?”
“I’m sorry that all the good stuff happened after I left you.”
The Humdrum looks confused. I close my eyes, and then I imagine myself unlocking every door—opening every window, turning every tap—and pouring it all into him.
He doesn’t flinch or pull away. And when I open my eyes again, he’s still looking up at me, less confused now.
The Humdrum puts his hands over mine and gives me a small nod. His jaw is set, and his eyes are flinty. He looks like a little thug, even now.
I nod back.
I give it all to him.
I let it all go.
The Mage tries to push us apart—he’s shouting at me, cursing—but I’m rooted to