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I want you to teach me how to be mad.

He plans to trap himself a fairy and to return to England with it and restore

magic to its rightful place.

Yes!

I should take something of the ladies to signify my claim.

Who was the last English magician you dealt with? I do not have to tell you

that. What token did he give you? I do not... Bring it to me!

Are you alive?

She has forgotten you. What? Do you wish to dance with me, sir?

I demand that you give me back my wife!

Can I not help you?

When the time is right, you will know.

You must deliver three messages.

Three messages? You understand?

Show me! this book if there is one.

Let us kill him. You would discover I am very hard to kill.

Oh, no. Sir, please, no.

He told me I would be king.

Of course you will, dear Stephen.

He has it written all over him. It says the magicians will fail.

Sir Walter Pole.

I have here letters from the Lords Lieutenant of Lincolnshire, Yorkshire,

Cornwall, Somerset and Warwickshire.

All complaining of the disruptive new magic which has recently been seen in

those counties.

We all, I'm sure, can report similar stories.

The mirrors of England are broken.

We now border upon lands about which no one knows anything.

Mr. Strange has opened the doors between England and the other realms.

And in doing so, he has brought magic flooding back in.

We do not know his reasons.

It is said he has gone mad.

It is said he is returning from Venice and bringing his black tower with him.

We can only assume he is coming here and that he means to do us harm.

Before these men, before Mr. Strange and Mr. Norrell, magic was dead in England.

It was part of history and not... not respectable.

I deeply regret my part in bringing it back to life.

It should have been left alone.

It entails nothing but horrors.

To speak personally for a moment, to speak personally, I can scarcely

describe my feelings.

It is not treason exactly what Mr. Strange has done. Lady Paul?

Lady Paul?

I suppose it is a... Please wake up. It is a species of revolution.

Mr. Norrell has returned to Yorkshire.

I must say, I find it hard to think

of any more distasteful report that has ever been delivered to this House. With

that in mind, I tender my resignation as a Minister of the Crown and a member of

this House.

Will you prepare my carriage?

I would like to visit my wife.

Oh, Hendrik!

Oh, goodness, you are here.

You were to remain at Venice until Strange left.

I told you that plainly.

You'll have to take me to London.

Why did you not kill him? No one would have known.

I would have done it.

He goes to Venice and tries.

Where is he now? What did he say?

He's trapped within an awful tower of black.

Oh, Henry, the terror of it.

He's plotting. Plotting what?

Revenge. He gave me a letter for Lady Pole and... Show me.

I've already sent it.

What else?

And to tell children as the...

Norrell had a fairy to help him raise Lady Pole.

He sold her.

And to give Childrenmasse proof of what Norrell's done.

A box with instructions inside.

Give them to me.

No, I must give them to Childrenmasse.

He needs to take them to Lady Pole when Strange sends word. Give them to me.

And I am to tell Norrell that Strange is

coming back.

Disgusting, superstitious nonsense.

You are a fool.

I must deliver it!

It's in positive structure and it's trying to kill me!

Do you not understand?

Your messages will never be delivered except the one for Noril, and that I

shall deliver myself.

Do you honestly believe I would allow you to destroy Norrell?

Which is to say, destroy me. Henry, please!

Please!

It is well you have come, sir.

Lady Pole is taken to her bed for some days now.

We cannot wake her, sir, as much as we have tried.

The doctors have found nothing.

It is our belief, sir, that Lady Pole is not mad at all.

We believe she is under an enchantment.

Who writes to my wife?

Jonathan Strange.

May I speak with you a while?

It would be a pleasure.

I've been in contact with your husband.

I am to watch over you.

When the time of our disenchantment comes, I will show you the path.

Until then, please try to hold some memory of who you once were.

And of your husband.

Husband? My ladies, this is the very picture of beauty.

To see my two rarest and finest flowers entwined so happily.

You know, it is said that in the lands on the far side of hell, they dance a

dance of three partners.

I was taught it once, 4,000 years ago, but sadly, I have forgotten the steps.

So I shall content myself with just one partner.

My lady.

Allow me.

Stay safe, my friend.

Your coachman made a leisurely ride of it, I see.

Where's Drawlight?

Yes, Strange gave Drawlight a message.

What does it say?

He says that he is coming.

That is all.

Strange is coming to England?

To you, sir.

To do what?

To fight.

To exact his supposed revenge.

Oh, my dear lord.

Sir.

No, no, sir. Sir, this is our chance to destroy him completely.

Establish you as the only authority on magic in the realm.

To fight?

What on earth were you thinking?

To come here without draw? Where is he?

He's gone back to Bruton Street.

Bruton Street?

Our Lucas will fetch him.

They'll have him here by tomorrow.

Lucas! No, no, no, no. He's gone to visit an uncle in Chatham.

Where in Chatham? I do not know.

I need to strengthen the labyrinth around my library.

Oh, we'll be safe there.

We must hurry.

Bloody useless.

I have been wondering, have there ever been magical duels in the past?

Struggles between magicians, that sort of thing?

Rhaostotis seems to have fought two or three magicians by magic.

Then there is the curious tale of the Cumbrian charcoal burner.

Did such duels ever result in the death of one of the magicians?

What? No, I do not think so. The magic must exist, surely.

If you gave your mind to it, I dare say you could think of half a dozen spells

that would do the trick.

Or you could make one up.

I do not make magic up.

It would be like a common jewel with pistols or swords. There'd be no

question of prosecution.

It will not come to that.

I don't understand. What else could it possibly come to?

Magic has apparently returned to England. England needs a magical leader.

You, sir.

We must clear your path of every obstacle.

Fear not, sir.

I will help.

I will advise.

I will be with you all the way to the top.

What do your little cards say now?

They say you are a liar and a thief.

They said that you have been given something, an object of great value.

It is meant for me, and yet you retain it.

You dare me to address a gentleman in such a fashion?

Is it the act of a gentleman to steal from me?

You whoreson! You dregs of every Yorkshire gutter!

Apologize! Better a whoreson than a thief.

I will teach you better manners.

It is done.

We are safe as long as we remain in this room.

Mr. LaSalle. He called me a thief! He is a thief.

He still is.

Mr.

Strange sent it.

And my cards say draw light is dead.

So what colors will this man show when Strange arrives? It's the law unto

himself who receives gifts from your enemy.

Your enemy meant me to take it to Lady Pole.

With your permission, sir, that is what I will do.

No.

No, you do not have my permission. You cannot take it. Goodbye, Mr. Norrell.

You've made the wrong choice, sir.

As usual.

Traitor.

Yellow Knight.

If I were you, Mr. Lascelles, I would speak more guardedly.

You're in the North now.

Our laws were made by the Raven King.

and Abbey's were founded by him. Mr Norrell's house was built by him.

He's in our minds and hearts and speech.

And he's coming back.

Do you want a mess?

Give me the box.

The Raven King.

War is the last resort of vulgar minds.

Come here and face me! Mr. LaSalle!

We must leave the library!

Come back!

Mr. LaSalle!

Stay with me or you get lost!

Mr. LaSalle! Show them us!

Howards!

Show them us!

Come out and face me!

Mr. Norrell?

Seven people from Norwich in 1124.

Four from Aysgarth in Yorkshire for Christmas in 1151.

Three at Exeter in 1201.

One at Hathersage in Derbyshire.

1243. It was a problem he never solved.

I beg your pardon? The Raven King.

He could not prevent fairies stealing away Christian men and women.

How should I suppose myself capable of something he was not?

Where is Childermass?

He's gone.

He received a box from you and he left.

Like your labyrinth.

Use Hickman.

The ship.

A minor scholar, but very good at labyrinths.

It was meant to be impenetrable.

How did you break it?

Only what I usually do.

Copied you and added some refinements.

Please! Please, Mr. Strange!

Please!

It is not I.

It's the fairy's curse.

The spell goes stronger and I weaker.

I do not have much time. What did you expect?

Opening the pathways to other lands, breaking everyone's mirrors.

Disreputable magic, sir!

This is its consequence!

of my life is sure. Or I'll give you warning. I shall... I shall... You're

very worst, Mr. Norrell.

I am changed.

Do you really believe you can challenge me now? I have warned you.

It is cruel to laugh.

Rain is very... I may not have your imagination, sir.

I may not be as daring a magician, but... Do yourself a disservice, Mr.

North.

I'm sorry I laughed.

You've not come here to kill me?

No, sir.

But I've been your enemy.

Yes.

I've slandered and plotted against you.

Why are you not angry?

Because I do not have the time.

My wife is stolen and I am dying.

This darkness will kill me before I can save her if I work alone.

Hello?

You wish something from me?

What is it, but I've always wanted sir

Good Lord, Mr. Childermass. Whatever happened to your face?

Someone mistook it for an apple, Mr. Honeyfoot.

Or Mr. Black.

Childermass?

I wish to speak urgently to your master. He's with Mr. Strange.

Excuse my interruption.

Mr. Strange sent this to me.

I think he intended that we use it to help your wife.

I had thought this the ravings of a madman.

Is it from Strange?

May I see it? He writes that you serve this creature, Stephen.

Sir. Whose servant have you been?

You have betrayed the trust of my family. Please, sir. You have colluded

in the theft and torture of your lady. Please, sir.

May I speak freely?

There was once a priest...

There was once a priest called Herodotus who hid himself in the hollow beneath

the tree.

You are a savage!

They know that you can do whatever you want! Fuck him up!

If I understand correctly, your wife is under a very particular magical

contract. To break such a thing is very hard.

As I recall, Bellasys says the 100th anniversary of the bargain is often an

auspicious moment.

Arabella. I have his book here.

Lady Poe.

As I understand it, the death of the Enchanter brings to an end all such

contracts.

Immediately. No English magician has ever killed a family.

Not since the Raven King. But it can be done.

Mr. Strange, it is my strong advice that you do not set yourself against him.

You will only bring a worse fate upon yourself, upon those around you.

What worse fate could I suffer, tell me?

I am dying when my wife is a prisoner of the creature you unleashed upon the

world.

I do not know what you're talking about.

I do not know any creature. I do not know what you mean.

He cheated me. Of course he cheated you. That is his nature.

You knew that as well as anyone who would have read it in your books.

I only meant to do it once.

I tried time and time again to prevent you from falling into my mistake.

You might have done that by telling me the truth.

You cannot kill a fairy.

This is your responsibility, Mr. Norrell.

All that has happened has been a direct consequence of your actions.

You unlocked a door that had been sealed for centuries and you had not the

courage to close it again.

I'm sorry, but I have absolutely no idea how to help you.

I do not have the knowledge to fight or defeat a fairy.

And if I get it wrong, my wife would be lost forever.

So I set to thinking, and I thought how there was one man in all the world, in

all the worlds that ever were, who would know how to defeat my enemy.

One man who would know what magic to do.

I realized the time had come to speak to him.

But I must tell you that I no longer regard myself as your superior.

My reading has been more extensive than yours. I did not mean you.

I meant John Usglass.

The Raven King.

No magician has killed a fairy since he.

I intend to summon him here.

I intend to place all of English magic into his hands.

And then I shall command him to do it.

There is a danger, sir, that if we succeed in breaking the spell, the lady

will return to the state she was in before, namely death.

She has often said she would rather be dead than as she now is.

You should try what you can do.

Summoning the Raven King is a very dangerous idea.

The greatest difficulty is that we do not know what to call it.

The spells of summoning, especially the old spells of election, require that one

be most particular about names. Surely John Usglas is his name? No, that is the

name of the Norman aristocrat who the raven King Howard John Usglas claimed as

his father, but that is most disputed. It need not matter that we do not know

his name. Of course it matters!

He was stolen into Faerie before he could be christened. If we use an

ordinary... No, he became the nameless slave, Mr. Strange. But if we use an

ordinary English spell of summoning, then we can make the elements of the

spell identify him for us, can we not? No, no, no, no, no! Of course we cannot.

I never heard of such a thing. This house was built upon the Raven King's

land, correct?

With stones from the King's Abbey. The river that runs outside bore the King on

its waters.

And in... And in my garden is a pear tree.

That is a direct descendant of some pips that the King spat out when he sat in

the garden.

If we let the Abbey's stones be our envoy, the river be our path... And the

orchard pears be our hansel.

Then we may name him simply the king.

And the rivers, the stones, and the trees, they do not know any other.

Which summoning spell should we employ?

This book contains the best I know.

It's the spell you used to summon Maria Rhapsody.

This is my book.

I could not destroy it utterly, Mr. Strange.

It is the most beautiful book of magic I have ever read.

I will fetch some pears.

Requires a spell.

What about Drake's restoration of flown tranquility?

No.

Chauntless A, perhaps.

Or Martin Pale's... Come along, gents.

We must know something to the point.

We are all magicians, and England is full of magic. I do know one spell that

might... Do the magic.

Wait here a moment.

I suggest we go to Hertview and seek out Mr. Strange. Well, that is just what we

must not do. And why is that, sir?

Strange wishes my wife to remain bound.

He instructs her to stay there. This is why she sleeps.

Well, to join together two articles which have parted. I have been wrong.

This was not meant to be.

Mr. Strange tells Lady Polter to wait.

Why?

You know the Enchanter, Mr.

Black? The man with the answers.

He is Hand.

Which man?

He was the book of the Raven King.

He said, my fortune was written on his body.

And the fortune of your masters.

Thank you, Vos.

I helped hang him.

Where did you hang him?

Where did you hang him?

In a ravine.

Not far from here. I have had his spell for a long time.

You must not let them do the magic.

What? He will punish them.

My goodness. Wait!

They have stolen her from me.

Thieves. English thieves.

Stephen!

Why have you brought me back?

I was supposed to stay.

I was to show Mrs. Strange the safe path out.

My darling. No. Not yours.

I was sold.

Bargained away for the sake of a wicked man's career. What are you saying?

My own.

Mrs. Strange will be lost.

Lady Pone is gone.

It is too soon.

You told me children must have my letter.

No, I said he had a box. I do not know anything about a magic. We must do the

magic now!

What happened? I'm off, Mr. Black. I have to find a hanged man.

Please let me free.

Open his door!

Open his door! Let me out!

Why does he not despair, Stephen?

Why does he not just sail as he is meant to and die?

Stephen, what are you doing in that tiny room?

Are you ready?

Your hands are shaking.

It's because I'm afraid.

My hands trembled like that in the peninsula round after Waterloo.

Sometimes it was a sign that I was afraid.

Sometimes a sign that I was doing great magic.

The two things go together.

Mr. Strange, you have been in the darkness longer than I.

You will die first.

If we should fail in this, then I will continue trying to free your wife with

all my power as long as I live.

Do you not believe we are destined to fail?

This is the magic we were born to do.

They have locked you in, Stephen.

They have bound you fast.

We must go and kill them all.

It is rare that anyone released from an enchantment is permitted to live long.

Not if I have enchanted them.

Come, Stephen!

Let the abbey stones be the envoys sent to seek the king.

Let the hurt few beg be the path by which the king shall come.

Let the fruit from the orchard trees be the hansel the king will receive.

And let the moment of this flame's death be the time the king shall appear.

This is my body, sir.

You've been warned, sir.

Let him be. Let him...

We must summon him back, quickly.

Kings do not do as other men. He has come, he's hard asleep.

Do not. Just stand there. What is his fairy name?

That is lost.

What about that other thing you mentioned? The nameless... The nameless

slave. That is what he calls himself in the prophecy. Let us try that.

The black king, the king in the north, the nameless slave. That is extremely

imprecise.

You aren't, sir.

You aren't!

I've changed.

I've changed.

I do not say what I said before.

What do you say now?

I don't know.

Books cannot read themselves.

Come on.

I must bring you to my master's.

Come on.

What gift will you offer him?

I will return his magic to him.

The magic of England's trees, hills, her sunlight, her water, earth, and stones.

Stephen!

Come. Sir, I beg you, please, do not harm a ladyship.

My dear, beautiful, indifferent lady.

Stand behind me, Emma. I have in mind for you a fate.

So exquisite.

I have had my fill of you gentlemen taking what you want of me. Sorry, thank

you. But I have my voice now. And I say, you are a bore, sir. An uncivilized,

unsightly, filthy bore.

With your tasteless clothes and with your hair like thistle down.

Thistle down?

Sir, perhaps it was... What on earth is it, Steve?

You need to give him a token, a proper physical artifact to signify the gift.

And what token could possibly signify that you would give him all of English

magic?

No.

No, not my books.

No, no, he cannot have my books.

I am not about to stand here and summon the most powerful magician who has ever

lived and say to him, I offer you all of English magic apart from, I am sorry,

Gilbert Norrell's books.

Half of them. Mr. Norrell!

We will both soon be dead. There will be no leisure for reading.

Two-thirds.

This lady is under our protection.

Return to your other lands, fairy, and...

If you lay one hand on her, I swear I'll... You have not the right, sir.

For years you have been quite happy to see your beloved endure her trials. I

have been no such thing.

Walter!

You sold her and blinded yourself to the consequence.

and stones, trees, wind, and water to rise up.

Release them.

Release them!

Now

you

may kill them.

He has despised you.

He took your name, and she has treated you like a son.

I command all of English magic to put itself into the hands of the Black King,

the King in the North, the Nameless Slave.

He has made you a slave.

He's made me as much a slave as you have.

I command them to bring him here and bind him to kill the Master of Lost

Hope. Kill him.

Kill him!

That is what the Raven King.

Mr. Strange.

Mr. Norrell. That is Sir Waterpole's butler.

Come, Mr. Norrell.

I have but one shot.

and I mean to use it. Mr. Lascelles, come here.

Come here by my side. I will do no such thing.

What have you done?

Gracious Steven.

We have channeled all of English magic into a butler

and shot him.

Steven, the most noble soul in the whole world

is gone from us.

And the world shall be punished!

Mr. Strange?

Mr. Strange?

Oh, please, no. Please.

We have failed.

We have failed.

I was told we should fail. I did not believe it. The Ruttler still has all of

English magic inside him.

There may be something we can do.

If we can find him before he takes his last breath, we can instruct him, but we

must find him now. They've gone to Lost Hope.

I cannot follow him down by the king's roads.

The fairy has closed the path.

But not for me.

And millers are not the only way to travel.

The rain shall make a door for me, and I shall go through it.

We are not done with this yet, Mr. Strange.

We are not done with this yet.

It worked.

Oh, why have I not done this before?

There are plenty uses for rain. There is nothing wrong with good English rain.

And the Black Tower has not followed us here.

Fairy magic is seductive, Mr. Strange, because by its very nature, it is

instinctual, impulsive, and unpremeditated. But the creature uses

allegiances with the forces of nature within the Christian world. Our world,

not his.

Ergo... His curse will not affect us here.

I am not dead.

Oh, Stephen.

You are full of magic.

Come,

Mr. Norrell.

We have work to do.

Mr. Strange, spells of perception were covered in the study plan. This

enchantment is in sudden growth.

Go. Do your magic.

I will look for the butler.

It is foretold that I should become king.

Yes, we shall be kings together.

You in England, I in Lost Hold. It is destined that I should kill the king and

take his place.

And now I see that you are that king.

Oh, stay.

I'm very glad to see you.

I feel like I've just woken up.

And yet I still seem to be dreaming.

I come of the trees!

Come, come.

Touch this mirror and think of hope. I will follow after you directly.

No, you must go.

Please, Belk.

Trust me, Belk.

It is a path made for you alone.

It will lead you to my friends.

I will follow.

This is strange.

Please tell me that Jonathan's here.

This is a house of depraved cruelty.

Mr. Black, let us help you!

Go!

Stephen,

no.

I can tell you your true name.

I am the Nameless Slave.

And I answer to no master now.

She's in Italy.

She's in Italy.

Well, Mr. Strange, no English magician has ever killed a fan.

I'm not at all sure how we did it, but it is done.

I must go to my wife.

England is full of magic, and it should be used.

You are a great magician, Mr. Knorr.

And you are my friend.

Goodbye, sir.

We're still in the darkness.

He is dead. His spell cannot outlive him.

I do not know. Can it?

We've known so little about this magic.

I cannot die. We are but men.

Mr.

Strange. I've been under this spell for too long.

Mr. Strange.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

My friend.

I will not leave you, Jonathan.

Do not be afraid.

Look at me.

See?

I am not afraid.

I am not afraid.

We are too late.

They've gone.

Do you still not understand, George Hildemath?

They are the spell.

They are the spell the Raven King has spun.

And that is all they have ever been.

He is spinning it now.

Wellington's the man, they say, to be prime minister.

He has the taint of magic on him, to be sure, but... Tell me, do you

still enjoy dancing?

I'm going to the continent, Sir Walter, to help my friend.

I do not intend to live here again.

I will not go from one kind of helplessness to another.

There is no more news from England?

No.

I'm afraid he's not returned.

He was so desperately in love with you, Mrs. Strange.

It is here.

They believe it is still cursed.

I'm very pleased to see you, Arabella.

I thought you were dead.

Oh, what have I happened to you?

Just a reflection.

What?

I'm sorry I cannot stay long.

Why? I don't understand.

But where are you?

I'm not entirely sure.

I'm not entirely sure I am anywhere.

You look well, Arabella.

How miserable, Jonathan.

Do not be miserable.

I do not suffer.

I'm happy that I've seen you back to yourself again.

It hurt me more than I could bear to think of you under the earth.

I would have done anything to fetch you safely out.

And you did it.

You did it.

And one day you will find the right spell and you will come back to me.

Yes. One day.

Oh, wait.

Belle, do not wait.

Do not be a widow.

Be happy.

Remember the happiness before the magic.

Jonathan. Jonathan.

If you do not return, so help me, Jonathan. I will come and I will find

you. And I will bring you back myself.

Some years ago, there was in the city of York a society of magicians.

Some of them were gentlemen magicians, but only some of them.

For things were not quite as they were before magic came back.

Mr. Tantany and I have met Mr. Strange, and he's a book thief and a murderer. He

certainly murdered his wife, and probably Mr.

Norrell, too.

Gentlemen!

Some of you may remember me.

I was here some years ago when Mr. Norrell did the magic at the Minster.

My name is John Childermass. I was until last month the servant of Gilbert

Norrell.

I've summoned you here to tell you your agreement with my old master is void.

You are magicians once more, if you wish to be.

For whatever good it'll do you.

Is Mr. Strange coming?

What about Mr. Norrell?

You must make do with me.

Where are the books?

All the books of magic in England have gone with them, except for one.

This is a book Norrell long desired and never saw.

A book Strange did not even know existed.

It is the Raven King's book.

It held their faiths once, and it may still.

It is my hope that we may decipher its meaning together.

Inculus.

It was a prophecy before.

The things he has foretold have come to pass just as they were ordained by the

Raven King himself.

And now, his words have changed.

What are you now, sir?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm a recipe book.

Or a collection of pompous sermons.

I hope you are what you always have been.

The key to our future.

Maybe even theirs.

Where have they gone, Childermass?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell?

I do not know.

Wherever magicians used to go, perhaps.

You're in the sky.

On the other side of the rain.