Reaching for the scroll in my pocket, I cleared my throat. “Let’s hope this knocks it down for us.” I had to squint again to read the incantation, most of which was nonsensical syllables in an ancient language of magic. When I finished, I looked up at the objects. Nothing had changed, to my senses. That powerful magic was still in place.

“Shit,” I said.

“Maybe you didn’t pronounce it correctly,” said Jasmine.

“Maybe,” I said skeptically. It was written pretty much like it sounded, and Volusian had listened to my recitation in my cell, correcting me when needed.

“It’s because you weren’t born in the Yew Land,” said a voice behind me.

I spun around, instinctively reaching for the only weapon I had—which was the crappy wand. Varia stood in the doorway, wearing a sensible dress for a change, as she regarded us with that annoyingly condescending expression she excelled at. So help me, those ridiculous dogs were at her feet, wearing their bows, barking at us.

“Whatever spy got you that charm did an excellent job,” she continued. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or annoyed. It’s perfect, word for word. Unfortunately, what he or she failed to discover is that it must be performed by a magic user of significant strength—one who is from the Yew Land. You don’t really think I would have gone to all this trouble so that anyone could come along and destroy it with a little chant? Everything you see, everything having to do with the Winter Enchantment has been the result of years of preparation.”

“Fuck,” I said, realizing this needed an upgrade in profanity.

There was nothing to be done now but hope the monarchs and I could simply blast our way through the shield. Well, that and I could also take out Varia while I was killing time. She certainly wasn’t going to stand by when the rest of us attempted to destroy the gifts. Besides, after everything she’d put me through, I was kind of—

My thoughts grew disoriented as a wave of dizziness hit me. I shook my head to clear it and readjusted my stance. Too much exertion today, I supposed. I focused back on Varia, who was watching me with an amused curl of her lips. Beside me, I heard a surprised cry from Jasmine. She took a few steps forward and suddenly fell to her knees. She clasped her hands to her head and winced, as though she was being subjected to some terrible noise.

As for me, the disorientation returned, again messing with my sense of balance. I nearly joined Jasmine on the floor but just barely managed to stay upright. I didn’t do so gracefully, however, and probably looked like some kind of drunken ballet dancer. With only Varia for an audience, I didn’t really care.