Michael Jecks - The Malice of Unnatural Death

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‘The damned sheriff’s own servant girl. She saw me the other day for just this reason, thinking he fancied her. She wantedto know how to keep his love.’

‘So this kind of work requires little in the way of magic?’

‘Little of my work has any element of magic, further than my skill to understand people and what they want to hear,’ Langatreadmitted dolefully.

‘So the tools of your trade are unnecessary?’

‘They look good,’ Langatre said defensively. Then he nodded. ‘But they aren’t necessary. They just help to make people thinkthat they have been sold something of value.’

‘What do you know of real necromancy?’ Baldwin asked.

‘I don’t do anything like that,’ Langatre countered instantly.

Baldwin held him in a long stare, and the man had the feeling that he was pinioned under that shrewd, intense gaze. It wasalmost as though the knight could see through Langatre’s eyes and perceive the world as he did: a venal place, filled withthose who sought only to take whatever a man might earn. Someone like Langatre was not evil: he was merely making a livingin the only way he knew how. Just now the only way he could do so was by making up false futures for gullible women in thecity, or selling them potions and salves that would hopefully do them little harm.

Langatre wanted to look away, but he felt sure that to do so would only persuade this knight that he was not reliable or honest. And there was something compelling about his eyes, too. It was hard to drag his own eyes away.

‘Tell me: do you know how other men perform their works when they are supposed to be authentic?’ Baldwin said.

Langatre felt as though a little of the pressure was immediately removed. ‘There are many ways a man might prepare, master. Some will just offer a potion or make a few mumbles and wave their hands about, but they’re the counterfeiters. They don’treally do anything. They’re in it for the money.’ He had the grace to look away as he spoke, but then he nodded to himself. He had nothing to hide in all this, after all. He was a man of integrity.

Continuing, he frowned a little, considering the tools of the men who tended towards magic. ‘There are a number of differenttypes, I suppose. I have met many of them. There are those who seek to cure by the power of God and His works, men like me,who will pray and fast for days to achieve our works. We only seek positive outcomes. Using God’s authority to bring abouta foul or evil deed would be bound to redound on us, I would think. But there are some who don’t care. They try to exercisetheir skills to call up demons, and they do so with various spells and commands, much as I do, but their aim is to have thedemon do their bidding, so they are using God’s power to produce an evil effect.’

‘How would they achieve that?’ the coroner demanded. ‘It sounds as if these fellows should be punished.’

‘They will take the white-handled and black-handled daggers, they would have a sword, a staff, a rod, a hook, a lancet… many tools. All would have to be fumigated and asperged, and then the magician would consecrate them too.’

‘How so?’

‘He would recite seven or eight psalms over them. I have heard that the usual manner would be for the man to undergo a periodof fasting, chastity and intensive prayer. A couple of days before the act, he would confess his sins and then fast again,because if a man tries to conjure a spirit he must do so in a state of grace. Otherwise, instead of being able to commandthe spirit, it might command him ! Only then, after all this preparation, would he be ready to consecrate the tools. After reciting the psalms, he would offerprayers to God and His saints for a successful outcome.

‘When it came nearer to the date for the conjuration, he would prepare his body. Consecrated water would be used to wash himself,and then he would clothe himself in the robes for the ceremony. A long robe and a white leather hat with the names of Godwritten on it, like mine.’

The coroner looked blank. ‘How many names does he have?’

‘Many,’ Baldwin said. He spoke quietly, meditatively, as he recalled his education with the Templars. ‘There are Jehova, Adonay, Elohim, El … very many are given in the Gospels.’

‘That is right,’ Langatre said approvingly. ‘And then the celebrant would perform the conjuration itself.’

‘Which would be to have a demon do his bidding?’ Coroner Richard asked. His voice was growing quieter and more thoughtful.

‘Yes … or not. Sometimes a powerful man might be able to take a demon and confine it. Perhaps in a crystal, or in a mirror… anywhere, really. So long as he uses the right words to bind the foul creature, it will remain under his control andmust do his bidding.’

‘So if a man were to want to kill another,’ Coroner Richard said slowly, ‘he would have to have one of these creatures there readyto do it for him?’

Up until that moment Langatre had been enjoying his exposition on the theory and practice of the magical arts. Now there wasa sudden leaden sensation in his belly and bowels. ‘I’ve done nothing like that.’

‘I should hope not!’ Coroner Richard said.

‘You are accused of nothing by us,’ Baldwin said mildly. ‘We only seek to learn what we may about other methods of magic. Would the necromancer need the assistance of a demon necessarily?’

‘I should think so — at least, in all the arts I’ve heard of … Unless he used some other form of magic.’

‘What other sort could there be?’ Baldwin asked.

‘There are many types of magic. Some is good, but some is … less so. All magic is simply harnessing God’s power to dowhat we wish. It’s only when a man turns to its misuse that there is a problem.’

‘So how else might a man kill another?’

‘There are probably many ways. I do not profess to know them,’ Langatre said warily. He was not going to condemn himself outof hand by merely admitting that he knew too much about the arcane arts.

‘Come! This is no time to grow diffident, Master Langatre,’ Baldwin said. ‘This is the crime you will be accused of and questionedabout. Questioned professionally by the king’s men. You know what that would mean.’

Langatre swallowed. ‘I have heard of men who compose models of the man they wish to kill. They perform the preparation as I have explained, with much fasting, prayer, celibacy, and invocations to bring God’s power down upon them, and then they have a ritual at which they will ceremonially kill the image.’

‘How so?’ Coroner Richard rumbled.

‘They will stab it with a splinter, or a pin, or perhaps just shatter it. If the preparation is right, and the likeness isgood, I dare say, then the attempt should succeed.’

‘And this thing, this model, would be made of something rare and valuable?’ the coroner asked hopefully.

‘No.’ Langatre smiled. ‘It could be made from candle wax if need be, although …’

‘What?’ the coroner demanded irritably. He was growing bored with this recitation.

‘Well, for something like that to work, the man would need to have something of the man he intended to kill.’

‘Not the finger of another man?’ Baldwin asked.

‘No.’ Langatre smiled. ‘That would only confuse things. Only a little hair, or skin from the man whom the wizard wished tosee dead. Not much. It would be mixed in with the wax to give it identity.’

‘Who would be able to do such a thing?’

‘Very few have the skill.’ Langatre shrugged. ‘There are few enough men in the city who can manage even the most simple tasks. To take on control of a demon powerful enough to kill a man — that would be a great task indeed.’

‘I am not interested in your self-congratulation on your own skills. Just tell us: who here in Exeter could do it?’ Baldwinrasped.

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