Chapters (81)
- Cover
- JONATHAN STRANGE & Mr NORRELL
- Dedication
- Preface
- Volume IMr Norrell
- 1The library at Hurtfew
- 2The Old Starre Inn
- 3The stones of York
- 4The Friends of English Magic
- 5Drawlight
- 6“Magic is not respectable, sir.”
- 7An opportunity unlikely to occur again
- 8A gentleman with thistle-down hair
- 9Lady Pole
- 10The difficulty of finding employment for a magician
- 11Brest
- 12The Spirit of English Magic urges Mr Norrell to the Aid of Britannia
- 13The magician of Threadneedle-street
- 14Heart-break Farm
- 15“How is Lady Pole?”
- 16Lost-hope
- 17The unaccountable appearance of twenty-five guineas
- 18Sir Walter consults gentlemen in several professions
- 19The Peep-O’Day-Boys
- 20The unlikely milliner
- 21The cards of Marseilles
- 22The Knight of Wands
- Volume IIJonathan Strange
- 23The Shadow House
- 24Another magician
- 25The education of a magician
- 26Orb, crown and sceptre
- 27The magician’s wife
- 28The Duke of Roxburghe’s library
- 29At the house of José Estoril
- 30The book of Robert Findhelm
- 31Seventeen dead Neapolitans
- 32The King
- 33Place the moon at my eyes
- 34On the edge of the desert
- 35The Nottinghamshire gentleman
- 36All the mirrors of the world
- 37The Cinque Dragownes
- 38From The Edinburgh Review
- 39The two magicians
- 40“Depend upon it; there is no such place.”
- 41Starecross
- 42Strange decides to write a book
- 43The curious adventure of Mr Hyde
- 44Arabella
- Volume IIIJohn Uskglass
- 45Prologue to The History and Practice of English Magic
- 46“The sky spoke to me …”
- 47“A black lad and a blue fella – that ought to mean summat.”
- 48The Engravings
- 49Wildness and madness
- 50The History and Practice of English Magic
- 51A family by the name of Greysteel
- 52The old lady of Cannaregio
- 53A little dead grey mouse
- 54A little box, the colour of heartache
- 55The second shall see his dearest possession in his enemy’s hand
- 56The Black Tower
- 57The Black Letters 1
- 58Henry Woodhope pays a visit
- 59Leucrocuta, the Wolf of the Evening
- 60Tempest and lies
- 61Tree speaks to Stone; Stone speaks to Water
- 62I came to them in a cry that broke the silence of a winter wood
- 63The first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache
- 64Two versions of Lady Pole
- 65The ashes, the pearls, the counterpane and the kiss
- 66Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
- 67The hawthorn tree
- 68“Yes.”
- 69Strangites and Norrellites
- Acknowledgements
- Notes
- A Note on the Author
- By the Same Author
- Also Available by Susanna Clarke
A second man replied sarcastically that he might not be much of a magician but at least he danced very well.
A third person laughed.
“What is the sand called?” asked Strange.
Captain Gilbey shook his head in an exasperated fashion to convey that he had not the least idea what Strange was talking about.
“The … the place … the thing on which the ship is caught,” urged Strange. “Something about horses?”
“The shoal is called Horse Sand,” said Captain Gilbey coldly and turned away to speak to someone else.
For the next minute or two no one paid any attention to the magician. They watched the progress of the sloops and brigs and barges around the False Prelate and they looked to the skies and talked of how the weather was changing and where the wind would be at high water.
Suddenly several people called attention to the water. Something odd had appeared there. It was a large, silvery something with a long, oddly-shaped head and hair like long pale weeds waving behind it. It seemed to be swimming towards the False Prelate. No sooner had the crowd begun to exclaim and wonder about this mysterious object than several more appeared. The next moment there were a whole host of silvery shapes – more than a man could count – all swimming towards the ship with great ease and speed.
“What in the world are they?” asked a man in the crowd.
They were much too large to be men and not at all like fish or dolphins.
“They are horses,” said Strange.
“Where did they come from?” asked another man.
“I made them,” said Strange, “out of the sand. Out of Horse Sand, to be precise.”
“But will they not dissolve?” asked one of the crowd.
“And what are they for?” asked Captain Gilbey.
Strange said, “They are made of sand and sea-water and magic, and they will last as long as there is work for them to do. Captain Gilbey, get one of the boats to take a message to the Captain of the False Prelate to say that his men should lash the horses to the ship, as many of them as they can. The horses will pull the ship off the shoal.”
“Oh!” said Captain Gilbey. “Very well. Yes, of course.”