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Previously on "The Magicians"...

The High King and I hereby declare war

on the Kingdom of Loria.

One cannot simply take back a declaration of war.

My hands can't cast spells anymore.

Help me, I do what I can.

I'm a member of the Order,

the keepers of The Libraries of the Neitherlands,

the greatest repository of knowledge.

You're a niffin.

Q, I'm not blood-thirsty, I just want to be free.

Penny!

We're getting you out!

I guess I could help, for a price.

I want to drive.

For an hour a day, I get control of your body.

Fine, it's a deal.

We're gonna make another you.

You sleep here, your mind goes into the golem.

[electrical crackle] [yelps]

[guttural gasp]

Eliot!

In the center of your being,

there's a tiny beating heart.

It's called "a Shade."

It's what makes you feel.

The pain will burn you till there's nothing.

It's Reynard, he's back.

He hurt you too, didn't he?

My child is safe.

He'll never know who he really is.

The test was positive.

[glass breaks]

You will need to find a Mudang.

But you can abort it, right?

This is exorcism.

That thing is not human.

Did it work? Is it gone?

But, Julia, there was a complication.

[dramatic music]

[ominous music]

What do you mean, lost her Shade?

When the Mudang cut the demigod's soul out,

they--they nicked hers by accident.

Her Shade,

it's gone.

Is she gonna be, like...

Honestly, I--

I don't know.

[humming]

[whistling]

[humming]

Good morning.

Hey, Jesus,

what day is it?

It's Friday.

Are you...

Listen, I just want to thank you

for everything you did to help me.

You're looking at me like I'm crazy.

[scoffs]

I mean, are you?

- How do you feel? - [whistling softly]

How do I feel?

[exhales] I feel light.

Like a million pound weight's off my chest.

[soft laugh]

Come.

So what'd you get?

Anything that skins foxes?

Well--

so back in the day,

Zeus and his little frat bros,

they ran around kidnapping and raping

with total impunity, so the Magicians,

they read these spells to protect their communities,

God-killing spells.

The one thing that they all have in common is

they all failed.

Maybe it just can't be done.

You know what? We need to write our own.

We can use these, there's some pretty big holes, but--

I mean, a little ambitious.

We need to be ambitious,

like Martin Chatwin facing Ember and Umber ambitious.

It can be done.

But, you know, say we get the perfect spell,

think about the energy it'd take to work it.

- Right. - See, Dana knew that.

She had her power source.

We--I--got rid of mine.

Well, what about Ember in Fillory,

didn't he help Alice?

He's completely AWOL.

[ominous music]

Oh, my God.

Dana's baby, Reynard's son.

And there is a ton of lore on demigods.

They're powerful in their own right.

Dana was talking like he's still out there.

We need to find him.

♪ ♪

Hurry up.

I checked your work, it's fine.

Nothing can break a Word As Bond.

I must've overlooked something.

No hurting anyone. No casting magic.

No sex.

Trust me, you locked down any possible fun.

I held up my end of the deal, Q.

Now it's your turn.

Or box me now

'cause I'll drive you insane.

[drops pen]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Midnight, my turn. Got it?

[calling] Quentin! Where the hell are you?

I'm just glad we managed to sneak the golem out.

Is it me or is morgue security ridiculously lax?

Well, I think stealing corpses isn't generally a thing.

Should be. Kind of fun.

Anyway, according the Healer,

the Bridge should take a few days to enchant.

Then his consciousness can travel it

from the clay back to his body.

[sputtering]

[sighs] And there's that.

Magic brownout. Wellspring.

Not helping.

How often does that happen?

Lately? Sometimes twice a week.

Sometimes twice an hour.

Affects anything that draws current.

Completely jacks all spellwork.

We're still trying to fix it.

Shall we go see the patient?

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

How's it going?

Every time the magic stutters,

they have to start the enchantment over.

Enchant faster.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Is there anything else that we can be doing?

Hold off the war till he's back.

[exhales]

I had a pigeon drop a confusion spell

on the Lorian castle so they're moving slow about now.

How can I help?

Honestly?

You can go back to Brakebills and check on Julia.

You know you want to.

If anything changes--

I'll enchant a two-way mirror to Brakebills,

like when Rupert yelled at Jane

through the vanity table in the books.

[gentle ambient music]

Hey,

don't worry.

My takeaway lately is that anything can happen

at any time.

So just be there for your friend while you can.

♪ ♪

Here.

Hey.

Hey.

How is she?

Oh, well, she's...

[laughs] Holy shit.

That infomatrixing spell

worked like a motherfucker.

- Oh, hey, Q. - Hey.

So I found a hospital outside of Hoboken

that took in a surrendered newborn

August 20, 1976.

Holy shit.

- Jules, what are you-- - I have to go.

No, you need to stay behind the wards.

Reynard is--

Reynard could give a shit about us.

Think.

If he was gonna finish me,

he'd have done it by now.

So let's take advantage of that.

[brooding music]

Uh, Jules, no, look, she's right.

You're safer here.

No offense, Q,

I didn't actually ask your opinion.

Thanks, though.

Julia, wait.

[dramatic music]

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Hi, Julia.

You thought I'd forgotten about you?

You seem like the type

to move on quick

when you're finished with a girl.

[laughs]

Eh, generally.

Unless they're carrying my child.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I was protecting you.

And what did you go and do,

you little bitch?

Now, Dana

wouldn't tell me what I wanted to know.

And it got very, very painful for her.

[chuckles] But you have more

common sense than she does.

Tell me where her son is.

Hm.

I don't know.

Mm.

♪ ♪

[sniffs]

You're different.

Someone's had a little, uh,

Shade amputation.

I like it.

I know you're there.

Boy.

Quentin.

All right, run.

Go on, run.

I'll give you a head start.

[dramatic music]

[scoffs]

I get it. You want to keep me safe.

Thank you.

I'm saying, I just can't

sit on my thumbs in Fillory.

Look, you had the thing before, the Haxenpaxen,

that--that was making you invisible, right?

So we're in Fillory.

There's a lot of crazy shit here.

So find something else. Then you can go back.

You don't get it.

There isn't time.

Hm. She's right, Q, there isn't.

It's my turn soon.

Tick tock.

Uh, okay, look,

I am going to go back. I'll help Kady.

We're--we're gonna keep working.

Margo.

Uh, Julia needs to stay here for a while.

It's an emergency.

- Fine. - Thank you.

[whoosh]

It's a nice place.

[ominous music]

Tick tock.

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

[muffled whoosh]

[grunts]

Dude, are you okay?

[indistinct chatter]

I'm fine. Nothing to see here.

[door opens, slams shut]

Using the gold you procured,

we have been able to amply fund the infantry.

Now, as for Loria...

Some 8,000 troops are headed to the border.

So we're totally outnumbered.

Perhaps not.

Our spies have spotted the Master Magician Illario

at the edge of the woods.

That bald illusionist dick

who disappeared the entire castle?

We suspect he has enhanced the number of troops

with trickery.

We believe the actual numbers are under 3,000.

I like those odds.

There is also less good news.

Said troops appear to be amassing

at the edge of the One-Way-Forest.

A forest of intelligent trees.

Yeah, I've read about it.

Jane Chatwin tried to pass once and--

Uhh, the trees have a

long allegiance with Loria

and, begging pardon, an excessive dislike of Fillory.

Can you move the trees?

They are rooted, Your Highness.

Yeah. I mean with an ax.

That would be ill advised. They are the last of their kind.

[whispering]

Her Languidness suggests

violence against the One-Way-Forest

could cause civil war here in Fillory.

Well, in the books, the trees had

some sort of ambassador, a dryad.

You need to negotiate with her.

Your Highness, we would not advise--

That worked for Jane?

- Sold. - Great.

I'll come with you.

Uhh, custom strongly dictates that--

Yeah, I don't care.

Look, I know the books almost as well as Quentin does.

I'm bored.

Let me be a little useful, okay?

Fine.

But I do the talking.

You just stand there and look vaguely indignant

or whatever.

Let's go.

[rousing music]

[gasping]

It wasn't enough.

I need more time.

To do what?

None of your business.

Relax, it's nothing.

What?

I like to read. Is that a crime?

You can't be serious.

I have the right to know what I've been doing.

Illuminated manuscripts.

I remember this from Art History.

Yeah. A-plus for you.

I was just bored.

The monks got tired of writing the same thing

over and over again so they--

they embellished in the margins.

Well, a lot of priests dabbled in magic.

Some exploded.

[ambient music]

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Those monks were drama queens.

Okay. "There must be another way

to bring back our brother"?

Are you looking for a way to reverse it?

No. No, Q, I'm not.

Then why are you reading about all these holy men

trying to fix niffins?

What does it matter, Q?

They always fail.

- Alice. - [soft grunt]

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

[whoosh]

Welcome back, Penny.

I need a book.

"Future Movements in Magic."

All right. Follow me.

Don't they have a copy at Brakebills?

It got destroyed.

I figure you guys have every book here, so.

Unfortunately, you won't be able

to take this off the premises

since you don't have a library card.

Oh, no-no, I got one, um.

I'm just the errand boy.

Mayakovsky.

I'm surprised the two of you get along.

No, we don't. Believe me.

My hands won't cast.

He's the only one that can help me,

if I finish fetching his goddamn grocery list

so we can get started, so.

Ah.

I can put a rush on this book.

Thank you.

If you're sure that's what you really want.

Well, I really want magic, so, yeah.

But to pay for it with servitude to a lying drunkard--

What's the alternative?

Us.

You?

Librarians?

The Order of the Library of the Neitherlands

are Master Magicians.

We can help you, Penny.

'Kay.

What's the catch?

This contract initiates our services

in exchange for--

Unlimited manual and magical labor?

Bound in service to the library

up to and after my death, are you kidding?

All very standard.

For a period of no less than one million years?

Okay, lady, are you joking?

No.

[whoosh]

Okay.

[keys clacking]

Okay, here's what Julia found.

August 20, 1976.

Baby surrendered at hospital.

Uh, a nurse, Michelle Walker

transferred it to a state social worker, uh.

[clacks keys] And after that

nothing, there's no record of adoption or...

Okay, so,

where's Michelle Walker now?

Merciful Sisters Cemetery.

Oh, shit.

Sh.

[sighs]

Shit what?

Just--dead ended again.

How's Mayakovsky?

Oh, still a jerk-off, you know.

What's wrong with you?

Hm?

Your mind is

- doing something. - Uh, no, it's not.

He's talking about me, Q.

- Stop that. - Stop what?

Stop singing Imagine Dragons to get me off the track.

Lock it up, Q. Seriously.

Look, why are you always poking around in me anyway?

Can you just leave me alone?

Oh, I'd love to.

You leak, asshole.

Okay. I have got to, uh...

[clears throat]

[door opens]

The hell was that?

Something's wronger than usual.

And he's a grown man.

Moving on.

Have you eaten lately?

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