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couldn’t you just say a spell and the dishes would get dry by themselves?”
    The Hag shook her head.
    â€œYou see, Ivo, there’s a code about magic,” she explained. “It mustn’t be used for ordinary things like boiling an egg—things one can do quite well without it. People who use it for everyday jobs are looked down on, and rightly.”
    â€œYou mean it’s a sort of force which mustn’t be wasted?” asked Ivo, and the Hag nodded, because that was exactly what she meant.
    â€œAnd of course there are more and more of us whose powers are getting weaker,” she went on. “I used to be able to give people smallpox when I was young, and now I’d be hard put to even manage chicken pox. It’s modern life. Switching on an electric light instead of waving a wand, airplanes instead of levitation, and all that scoffing and sneering. Our magic has been worn down by it.”
    There were only two days now to the meeting, but Ivo fitted in so well that it was quite difficult to remember that he was an ordinary boy and not an Unusual Creature. Gertie had really taken to him. She had always wanted a little brother, and she had made him a black cloak out of an old curtain, and they found a pointed cap for him in an old trunk. A proper grandson with Hag blood in him couldn’t have looked better, they all agreed.
    The Great Day had come and the party from Number 26 were in the kitchen, ready to leave for the meeting. The troll did not dress up but he had polished the staff of rowanwood, which he had brought from his homeland. The Hag’s other lodger had gone to spend the night with a friend and wouldn’t be back till after the weekend, but Dr. Brainsweller was there. His mother had brought him earlier and asked the Hag if she would take him to the meeting because she had to go north to wail at a funeral, and she didn’t think he would manage to get there on his own.
    Then the door opened and the Hag entered. She wore a long Dribble-colored dress; all the colors of water shimmered and blended in the velvet, and she had polished her tooth.
    And behind her came Ivo, in his black outfit, walking in her shadow as familiars should, but looking so attentive, so eager and intelligent, that everyone let out a sigh of relief. There was no possible danger of him being noticed and cast out as an ordinary boy, and they set off with a glad heart for the Hotel Metropole.
    The Metropole was a luxury hotel in the center of town, the kind with deep carpets and gilt-edged mirrors and interesting things for sale in the foyer. As they made their way upstairs, the Hag looked at Ivo a little anxiously because some of the people they mingled with really were rather strange: a fortune-teller pulling along a large white gorilla on a lead; a family of fuaths, those tall faeries with green hair and a single eye; a Strong Man from a circus dressed in glittering silver who had been dipped in a magic river when he was a baby so that no knife or bullet could pierce him.
    But there was no need to worry about Ivo, the Hag soon realized. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. The big conference room on the first floor was filling up fast, and the party from Number 26 slipped quietly into a row near the back. Everyone was whispering and talking among themselves, hoping that the Summer Task would be something far out in the country.
    â€œI do so long for fresh air,” said an old brownie in the row in front of them.
    There was a stage at the back of the room, and now the curtains swished apart and the organizer came on with a bundle of papers. Her name was Nellie Arbuthnot and she was a comfortable, homely sort of witch, plump, with a feathery hat. Her familiar was a parrot in a cage, and she had slipped a green baize cover over it so that it wouldn’t interrupt.
    Nellie started by welcoming everybody and telling them that the refreshments in the interval would be served in the Blue Room across