will see me, and everyone else, become slaves to that creature."
"That won't happen."
I almost pointed out that it very nearly had happened, but I didn't feel like getting into a fight. "Which kind of brings us to something else I wanted to ask you," I said instead. "The Circle maintains the ouroboros spell now, right?"
"Yes. Power is drawn from the Circle collectively, as no one mage could possibly sustain such a thing alone."
That was what I'd been afraid of. "Okay, so exactly how many ‘blows' can the Circle take before they can't keep up the spell anymore?"
"I don't know."
"Guess."
"I can't. All I can tell you is that when the spell was laid, the Circle was considerably smaller than it is now. Presumably we have some leeway before a crisis point is reached. But as the war heats up, there will be casualties. And every loss will become progressively more dangerous."
"Because it could be the one that lets the old gods return."
"They're not gods! They're strong, but primarily because their magic is so different from ours that it is difficult to counter. And there is certainly nothing godlike about their attitudes! Petty, arrogant, cruel beings without a shred of—"
"My point," I said, raising my voice, "is that if the Circle weakens too far, the spell snaps. So how do we keep that from happening? It's a little hard to save the lives of a bunch of people who are still trying to kill me!"
Pritkin ran a hand through his hair agitatedly. "I am well aware of that! We will have to manage some kind of rapprochement. If we continue to fight amongst ourselves, our enemies will have a definite advantage."
"And even if we win the war, if the Circle is weakened enough that the spell shatters—"
"Then we've lost anyway." Pritkin finished for me grimly.
"How would you suggest we begin? The Circle hates me."
"I don't know. With its current leadership…I don't know," he repeated. "It will not be easy. But above all else, you have to show them that you are not a puppet of the vampires. That isn't the case, I know," he said, forestalling my protest, "but that is how it appears. You live here, surrounded by them; you wear Mircea's mark; you are bound to him by the geis—"
"About that last one—I assume you are going to help me break it?"
There was a commotion outside, then the door burst open and Casanova ran in. He batted away Sal's hands. "Let go of me, woman!"
"What else have I been doing?" Pritkin asked incredulously. "What more would you have me do?"
Casanova looked at me. "Feeling better, are we?" It didn't sound concerned. It sounded pissed.
"Not particularly, no." I looked at Pritkin. "Cast the spell, of course."
"Good," Casanova snapped. "Because, thanks to you, neither am I!"
"What spell?" Pritkin asked, looking confused.
"The one to remove the geis!" I said impatiently. "I had to destroy the Codex, remember? I don't have it. But you do, so it doesn't matter."
"Are you paying attention?" Casanova demanded.
"Maybe when you stop insulting me, I'll think about it," I told him.
"Because Françoise won't do anything about those women, and the pixie won't do anything for anyone until she gets some rune she keeps raving about, and somebody has to!"
"What women?"
"We already tried that," Pritkin said, starting to look worried.
"The Graeae!" Casanova said, throwing up his hands. "They helped Françoise get the kids out—I personally think they just like killing demons, or anything else that stands still long enough—and now she won't even attempt to trap them. And they're currently all three downstairs! Together! If you hurry—"
"Tried what?" I asked Pritkin.
"The counterspell. I cast it for you in France. Twice."
I stared at him, Casanova momentarily forgotten. "That was a fake. It didn't work."
"It didn't work," he agreed, "but it wasn't a fake."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that all three of them are together right now!" Casanova raged. "Who knows when we'll get this opportunity again? Get up, get down there and talk some sense into that witch!"
I stared at Pritkin. "It has to work. We've already tried everything else!"
He just shook his head. "I cast it on you not only in France, but here in our time as well. It failed. That is why I have been searching for an alternative."
"Well?" Casanova demanded.
"And?" I asked Pritkin frantically.
"Nothing. I do not understand why the geis is behaving this way. It shouldn't still be there—it can't still be there. And yet it is."
"Are you even listening to me?" Casanova all but screamed.