‘A goat into a moped?’

‘You couldn’t do that. It’s just an example.’

‘Oh. So who decides who gets an accolade?’

‘It’s self-conferring,’ I replied. ‘The idea of any kind of organised higher authority – a “Grand Council of Wizards” or something – is wholly ridiculous once you get to know how scatty they can be. Getting three of them to spell together is possible – just – but asking them to agree on a new colour for the dining room almost impossible. Argumentative, infantile, passionate and temperamental, they need people like us to manage them and always have done. Two paces behind every great wizard there has always been their agent. They always took a back seat, but were always there, doing the deals, sorting out transport, hotel bookings, mopping up the mistakes and the broken hearts, that sort of thing.’

‘Even the Mighty Shandar?’

‘There is no record that he had one, but we’re usually the first to be written out of history. Yes, I’m almost certain of it. Imagine being the Mighty Shandar’s agent. No percentage, but the fringe benefits would be colossal.’

‘Would you get dental?’

‘Tusks if you wanted them. But back to accolades: the one thing sorcerers are good at is honour. You’d not award yourself an accolade that you didn’t deserve, nor shy from demoting yourself if your powers faded. They’re good and honest people – just a bit weird, and hopeless at managing themselves.’

‘So what about the one who accoladed themselves “Pointless”?’

‘They have self-confidence issues.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that.’

‘Me too.’

Tiger thought about this for a moment.

‘So what could a sorcerer do on the Spellmanager level?’

I took a sip of hot chocolate.

‘Levitation of light objects, stopping clocks, unblocking drains and simple washing and drying can all be handled pretty well at the Spellmanager level. There’s no one below this status at Kazam except you, me, Unstable Mabel, the Quarkbeast and Hector.’

‘Hector?’

‘Transient Moose.’

I nodded in the direction of the moose, who was leaning against one of the fridge-freezers with a look of supreme boredom etched upon his features.