Page 28 of The Last Necromancer
"The boy is positively a chatterbox compared to you, Lincoln," she said as Gus cleared away the dishes.
It was true that he'd not spoken the entire time, but he'd not been addressed either. He took her teasing well enough, by showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Dessert, sir?" Seth asked. "Cook tells me he's made jellies and a trifle."
Jelly! I hadn't had jelly in an age.
I caught Lady Harcourt smiling gently at me out of the corner of my eye and quickly schooled my features. I didn't want to seem as if I could be bought with a bowl of jelly.
"Thank you, Seth," Fitzroy said. Before the two men left, he asked Lady Harcourt to begin.
She dabbed her mouth with the napkin then folded it up and set it on the table. I found myself wishing she would hurry up. I wanted to hear the story from her lips.
"Has Lincoln mentioned the ministry and its role?" she asked me.
"Not really."
She shook her head at him but he merely sat in his seat at the top of the table and waited. "He is the head of the Ministry of Curiosities. It's a government organization but operates somewhat outside the official boundaries of parliament. Lincoln makes all the day to day decisions, but the ministry is overseen by a committee. The committee decides what curiosities require investigation, but always on Lincoln's advice. He is the heart and soul of this organization. The brains, too."
Her praise of him surprised me after her teasing. If Fitzroy was embarrassed or pleased, he didn't show it.
"The committee also provide the necessary funds," she went on. "I am on the committee, as is Lord Gillingham, whom you've met."
"What are 'curiosities?'"
"Unexplained events. Phenomena that seem to happen for no Earthly rhyme or reason."
"Like ghosts? Angels?"
"Do you believe in ghosts and angels?"
I shrugged one shoulder.
"You are correct. But not only ghosts and angels. Raising the dead is another phenomena that most people would consider an impossibility. The ministry, however, thinks these curiosities—and more—are entirely possible. We seek to understand them better, but also to make sure they cannot harm us. It began as a group of like-minded individuals, with an interest in the supernatural, but has recently been given a more official role. The ministry investigates situations that the police and Home Office cannot get involved in because of their public role. The Ministry of Curiosities is more secretive."
Seth and Gus re-entered the room, both carrying a tray. Seth set his down and I couldn't take my eyes off the wobbling jelly.
"The nature of the crimes we investigate must be kept quiet or the public would panic," Lady Harcourt went on. Clearly it didn't matter what Seth and Gus overheard.
"Then why tell me?" I asked.
"Because we trust that you won't speak of the ministry outside these walls."
"Nobody would believe you anyway," Gus said. "They'll put you in an asylum."
Seth jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow.
"The queen and prime minister approve of the ministry?" I asked.
"They would if they knew we existed," Lady Harcourt said.
Gus grunted. "Either that or burn us at the stake for believing in all this magic talk."
"The ministry's existence has been kept secret from them for their own good," Lady Harcourt went on. "Governments come and go. The committee members are involved for life. We all have prominent positions, either at court or in parliament. Our sole purpose is to serve the British Empire and keep queen and country safe—from paranormal forces, rather than military ones."
"Think of us as the sword of the empire," Seth said, puffing out his chest. "And Mr. Fitzroy is the pointy end."
Fitzroy sat listening without saying a word. I'd felt him watching me the entire time, and I wished I knew how to react. I wasn't sure whether to show surprise or fear, or whether I should pretend they were all mad.
