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must be actors rehearsing a scene. Beverly kept herself hidden in the foliage.
    “Fae magic and wyrding magic are not the same,” the blonde said. She was pretty, with large round eyes and pink cheeks. There was something odd about her. “Wyrders do magic. Fairies are magic.” 
    “How droll.” The straw hatter poured wine into the brunette girl’s glass. She was drug-addict thin, but she had a healthy complexion. Her dark hair was a mass of braids.
    “Ignore Sarumen,” the sitting top hat guy said to peacock girl. “You’re a veritable Encyclopedia Britannica of fairies, Miss Pengrith. Do go on.”
    Sarumen! Beverly examined the standing straw hat guy more closely. That was it. He looked like George. He had the same self-satisfaction, at all events. An actor! A cousin who couldn’t pass muster at law school.
    “Thank you, Lord Tintagos,” Miss Pengrith said to the top hat guy. “Fairies cast spells in a thoughtless and natural way. They want something to happen, and it happens. Ask a fairy but how did you do it? Even if she wanted to tell you, she couldn’t.”
    Lord Tintagos . One of Lord Dumnos’s titles. The earl’s son would be called Lord Tintagos, if he had one, but he’d never married. They must be making a historical film. Beverly looked around for any cameras and crew.
    The Lord Tintagos actor said, “Please, Miss Pengrith. I do wish you’d call me Donall.”
    “Bausiney is right, Lydia,” Sarumen said. “The usual formalities are entirely out of place here in this alfresco idyll.” He pointed his glass at each in turn. “Lydia. Gwen. Donall. And your humble servant, Charles.” He bowed.
    “But what about the wyrders?” Gwen, the thin girl, said. “How could the fae wipe them out? Can’t anyone learn to be a wyrder?”
    Beverly noticed something odd about the girls. For all their elaborate costumes, they wore no makeup.
    “The fae didn’t end the wyrding folk,” Lydia said. “The monks did. The church went after the wyrders when they refused to give up their pagan practices.”
    “The competition.” Charles nodded. “Priests with their bread and wine versus the wyrding women with their hawthorn and glamour dust.”
    “You must know, Lydia,” Donall said. “What’s the difference between fairy dust and glamour dust?
    The Donall actor was pouring it on a bit thick. Were men ever that slavish, even in Victorian times?
    “Glamour dust is made from the ash of a yew tree,” she said. “It takes a powerful wyrder to spell the dust and turn it into something magical. Fairy dust isn’t made by a spell. It’s magical in its own right. Fairies carry it in their small pouches.”
    “Small pouches?” Charles said. “Do they have large pouches too?”
    “Fairies wear two pouches on their belts for carrying things. The small pouch is for everyday things like jewels and fairy dust. Hidey pouches are for big things, heavy things. A fairy could tuck a longbow and quiver into his hidey pouch along with the portrait of the first Lord Dumnos. It would be as if they’d turned to air until he pulled them out again.”
    “I could have used a hidey pouch for the picnic basket,” Donall said.
    “But the fairy dust,” Gwen said. “Where does it come from?”
    “The fae burn branches of the moonstick tree until they turn to ash, and that’s your fairy dust. Fairies use it for all sorts of spells.”
    “Moonstick tree?”
    “A magical tree that grows in the faewood. Only the goblins know how to find it.”
    “Goblins now!” Charles said.
    “Do go on, Lydia,” said Donall. “I think it’s a marvelous story.”
    He was a very good actor or he was truly in love with the actress playing Lydia Pengrith. It wasn’t so clear how she felt about him.
    “The goblins are master craftsmen,” Lydia said. “They prefer to work with metals—gold, silver, bronze, copper—but they will build with wood of high quality. They use moonstick wood for decoration. The trees capture light from the