“Spells?” I asked incredulously. “Is that what he thought?” “Oh, aye,” she assured me. “He warned me not to touch it, for fear of ensorcellment.” “Ensorcellment,” I murmured, bemused. Well, Thomas Christie was a schoolmaster, after all. In fact, he might have been right, I thought; Malva glanced back at the book as I went with her to the door, obvious fascination on her face.
