particularly harsh penalty for Miss Tiberius. But now I knew nothing I meted out could punish her as much as her mother’s indifference—indeed, revulsion—at the thought of being related to her after all.
“Each of you can be charged with treason. I will, however, recommend to the High Council a less punitive course of action. Like all collaborators, you will have the chance to confess and seek pardon. Detail your dealings with Atlantis, and you will most likely receive a pardon. Conceal anything . . .”
I did not need to finish the sentence. “In the meanwhile, I will seek the High Council’s assent in stripping Alectus of his princely appellation and privileges. All three of you are to pack up and leave the Citadel within twenty-four hours.”
“But—but—what are we to do? Where will we go?” cried Alectus.
“I could but I am not seizing your personal assets. So you will have more than enough to find a place to live. I believe the same is true of Lady Callista.”
“Can we not receive some leniency?” Alectus beseeched. “We are your family, after all.”
“You are looking leniency in the face. Would you like to see my less lenient side?”
Alectus trembled. “No, sire. Thank you, sire.”
“Good,” I said. “I look forward to never seeing any of you again. Now leave.”
As they shuffled toward the door I remembered something. “By the way, Lady Callista, the day before Miss Seabourne faced the Bane, she realized that she was not related to you, because her blood did not react to the blood circle you had set in the Sahara. I must say, I had seldom seen her more delighted.”
—From The Last Great Rebellion: An Oral History
9. UNBEKNOWNST TO the general public, the heirs of the House of Elberon have always been proficient in the wielding of blood magic.
Most mages in the Domain are familiar with the story of the arrival of the Sihar, persecuted elsewhere and desperately seeking a safe haven. What is not taught in schoolbooks is that the Sihar, in gratitude, gifted Hesperia the Magnificent a copy of their most prized manual on blood magic, as well as the secret know-how to fabricate a folded space, a secret which later became lost among the Sihar but has been preserved by the House of Elberon.
—From A Chronological Survey of the Last Great Rebellion
10. Iolanthe Seabourne:
The night before the state funeral, the prince and I went to my guardian’s apartment in Paris. Only four days had passed since the two of them sat down to tea only to be interrupted by the tracer’s signal that my location had changed thousands of miles all of a sudden.
The tea service was still on the table in the salle de séjour. When I saw that . . . [Pause] Excuse me. When I saw that I cried.
We went to his bedroom and gathered up his things. He had very few possessions—it was only days before that we’d freed him from the fear circle at Claridge’s. And everything was new, bought in anticipation of a long stay in Paris.
When we went into the spare bedroom, I’m afraid I cried again. I’d seen the spare bedroom when the prince and I had brought him to the apartment, but he’d rearranged the furniture and changed the wallpaper to make it look more like my room in our house at the Conservatory.
[Pause]
I sat on the bed while His Highness went through the rest of the apartment, until he called to me from the study. He had found a letter that had been hidden away. Master Haywood wrote that he was very much looking forward to my arrival in Paris, to spending time together in safety and anonymity. But if for some reason something should happen to him, he wanted me to have the incantations necessary to invalidate the Irreproducible Charm that he had put on me when I was a toddler.
For the day when I would live in easy, peaceful times and wish to capture moments of my life, like everyone else.
I’m not sure we’ve arrived at completely easy, peaceful times yet. But one of the decisions His Highness and I made before I assumed a false identity was to revoke the Irreproducible Charm so that I’d indeed live as normal a life as possible, which was what Master Haywood would have wanted.
Sometimes I look at the pictures on my walls of those terrific years I spent as a student at the Conservatory, and I wish—
Actually, I think he knows in the Beyond. He knows that everything he’d ever wanted for me has come true.
—From The Last Great Rebellion: An Oral History
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Donna Bray, for whom I have run out of superlatives.
Kristin Nelson, ever my fairy godmother.
Colin Anderson and Erin Fitzsimmons, who outdo themselves with each cover in the series.
The entire team at Balzer + Bray and HarperCollins Children’s, for an immensely enjoyable experience all around.
Dr. Margaret Toscano, for coming up with the Latin equivalent of “Open sesame.”
Srinadh Madhavapeddi, for Vasudev’s name.
The lovely and talented John Thomas, for coming up with one of the most important uses of Iolanthe’s powers. The very kind Dr. Milan, for answering my questions concerning such a use.
My family, for making my peaceful, drama-free existence possible. I could expend any amount of ink and not say enough good things.
All the readers, authors, librarians, booksellers, and bloggers who have embraced and championed this series, I am beyond grateful.
And if you are reading this, thank you. Thank you for everything.