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Who in the world are you?

I am the greatest
magician of the age.

He murdered her.
Dig up his bones.

Let him be punished
for his wickedness.

The magician of
Hanover Square,

Mr. Norrell!

I am come,
Sir Walter,

to offer you my help
in our present difficulties.

- You mean the war?
- Yes.

There's a wonderful
street magician, Vinculus.

He's all lies and doom.

I met a man under a hedge who
told me I was a magician.

Then buy these two spells
from me, sir.

"One spell to discover what mine
enemy is doing presently."

Why on earth would
you want to do that?

These
are horrible, Jonathan.

Sir Walter's bride is dead.

£1000 a year
and quite dead.

It's a very dangerous thing

to bring someone back
from the dead.

It has not been done
in 300 years.

Ahhh!

Should I agree to restore

this beautiful young
woman to life,

what would be my reward?

Miss Wintertowne!

- My Lord.
- A miracle!

The magician of Hanover Square

has restored
the young lady to life...

And to dance!

Well done!

- Hero of the blockade!
- You, sir, are a hero!

You showed
those Frenchies!

You sent those
Frenchies packing!

Is that Gilby?

Hello, there!

- Gilby?
- They cannot hear you, my Lord.

Can we see
what Wellington is up to?

Good God!

Of course, the most useful
thing would be to have

a magician on the spot.

- The Peninsula. Mr. Norrell?
- I... I am a poor traveler.

What about Nelson
for another resurrection, sir?

Bring him back to life.

He was always the Navy's man.
Surely Mr. Pitt...

- Lord Marlborough!
- Sir Walter Raleigh!

No, gentlemen, this magic
is extremely dangerous.

Consider the condition
of Mr. Pitt's body

and indeed Lord Nelson's.

Ah, yes. I suppose they
must have both come

a deal unraveled by now.

But I can furnish more
blockades, gentlemen.

All manner of weather spells.

And I have in mind
a line of sea beacons.

Magical defenses to ensure
that these islands

can never be invaded again.

However...

It is my belief that we
should do all in our power,

even in a time of war,

to ensure that English
magic is respectable.

Er, indeed.

Assistance from the government
in putting down disreputable,

old-fashioned magic,

the banishment of street
magicians and the like

would help me wonderfully
for the matter in hand.

Do the business you have
offered, Mr. Norrell,

my government will assist
you in any way you wish.

We shall be the closest
of companions, sir.

Starecross Hall,

formerly the shadow house
of Miss Absalom.

I think this will suit our
purpose nicely, don't you?

In strict accordance
with our contract,

we should not be
doing this at all.

I did not sign that contract.

What an awful lot of work.

Yes, but there is
so much history here

to inspire the pupils.

Mr. Honeyfoot.

To think this house
was built with stones

from the castle of
the Raven King himself.

Up there will make a splendid
repair for the boys.

There is...

Someone performing magic.

What in hell do you think
you're doing here?

John. John!

Mr. Segundus. Mr. Segundus.

I said, what in hell do you
think you're doing here?

Jonathan!

You! You with
the twice-turned sleeves.

Sir, I would beg you to speak

to this gentleman
with more respect.

We're here to view this house.

- It is for sale.
- You were in my dream.

The dream, sir, was mine.

I lay down here on purpose
to dream it.

I'm rather of the opinion that
in England a gentleman's dreams

- are his own private concern.
- Jonathan, calm down.

You'll give yourself
a nosebleed.

It cannot be the same dream.

Arabella, I no longer
have nosebleeds.

I... I have not had
a nosebleed since I was 17.

Of course it was
the same dream.

A lady in a blue gown
with stars on it.

- Miss Absalom, the enchantress?
- Yes, Miss Absalom the--

Of course, Miss Absalom
the enchantress!

This was Miss Absalom
the enchantress' house.

Really,
this is most frustrating.

I've finally managed to
summon her

and I cannot now remember
how I did it.

How can I call myself
a magician

if I cannot control
the magic I do?

- You summoned her, sir?
- Yes, and you...

You frightened her away.

What?

But nothing like that has been
done in England for...

Three hundred years.

Oh, well...

I got the idea by reading
about Paris Ormskirk, you see.

Ormskirk's spells
never worked.

Well, they never worked
for anyone, not even Ormskirk!

Are you magicians?

We were both members of
the York Society, sir, madam.

Our brotherhood was alas
closed by Mr. Norrell.

Hmm. Him.

The patron saint
of English booksellers.

"Ah, sir,
you've come too late.

I did have a great many
magical books at one time,

but alas I sold them all to
a learned man of Yorkshire."

You mean to say you have done
all this without books?

In a few months?

Well I... I do have one book.

My wife gave it to me.

Your husband is
a marvel, madam.

Oh, I know nothing of magic.

Do take an egg
before he eats them all.

So, tell me, what
brings you two to Starecross?

Mr. Segundus has it
in mind to establish

a school for magicians.

Oh.

Could do with
a school of magic.

I... I cannot make it do
as I wish, you see.

'Tis a continuous leak,
an accident.

Then you should apply
to Mr. Norrell, sir.

- Hmm.
- No, no.

In the Raven King's times, sir.

His times, when there were
no books of magic,

a young fellow with a talent
would knock on the door

of an older magician
and ask to be apprenticed.

Gentlemen, you of all people
should know that Gilbert Norrell

does not look favorably
on other magicians.

Not theoretical magicians,
to be sure, sir.

Have you read his periodical,The Friends of English Magic?

It's about the most
ironical title

for anything I ever heard of.

But you are his equal,
Mr. Strange.

You are his equal.

Well...

Jonathan Strange
and Mr. Norrell.

It sounds very well.

We shall write to him
on your behalf, sir.

Look at what one magician has
been able to accomplish.

Only consider
what two might do.

He was no more
a magician than I am

the Duchess of Devonshire.

In every provincial newspaper,
there's two or three reports.

I read in the Bath Chronicle,

there was a man called
Gibbons

who turned two housebreakers
into mice.

Believe me, my Lady,
there was no magic.

We examined it.

It was mice all along.

All these stories
prove false in the end.

There is no magic
but Mr. Norrell's.

There is no one, my Lady.

In order to perform
his extraordinary deeds,

Mr. Norrell shut himself away
for years and years,

reading books!

Because I think you must
be a little lonely.

Oh, one is never lonely
when one has a book.

Beg your pardon, sir.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Norrell.
Stephen, would you mind?

- Sorry.
- Allow me, sir.

I'm most humbly sorry, sir.

Lady Pole's servants have
arrived with her from Hampshire.

They are country people.

I've not had the training
of them.

Country people?

They bring with them
the most absurd superstitions.

I do not know why.

They have it in their heads
that the house is haunted.

Bells where there are no bells
and such the like.

It is really very
inconvenient

to the proper running
of the household.

There.

The only thing
he was able

to make disappear was claret.

We should go dancing.

Yes, of course we should, dear.
Perhaps later.

No, I should like to
dance now. Come!

I'm being asked to dance,
I cannot refuse my wife.

Erm, Lord Liverpool will
you join us, please?

Dancing, everybody.

Slow down!

Grant me half her life.

Half a life
is better than none.

- Good morning, my dear.
- Good morning.

Shall I fetch your glove?

Are you well, Emma?

Yes, Sir Walter, quite well.

Forgive me,
I must be at the house.

There is a dance tonight
at Lady Godestone's.

I'm tired of dancing.

I'm sick of it.

I do not wish
to dance any more.

My dear.

Mr. Norrell.

Sir Walter tells me you
have not quite

- been yourself.
- Yes. Erm...

Well, so, you see...

Began two or three
nights ago, I...

There was once a Christian,
named Julius Caesar, who...

Forgive me, erm...

Who landed in England

and was met by three gentlemen
all named John Hollyshoes.

Sir, forgive me, that...

Forgive me, that was
not what I meant to say.

Please say what you wish.

Would you like a glass
of water, my dear?

No, erm...

The master of the castle
of Pity-Me

had a magical ring that was

stolen by his daughter

and eaten by a Christian goose
at St. Matthew's feast.

Forgive me.

Mr. Norrell, Walter.

Please...

Please.

As much as it pains
me to say it, sir,

I do not believe that whatever
has distressed her Ladyship

is within my power to remedy.

But the doctors
found nothing.

Not even a cold.
Is it not part of the magic?

Whatever ailment her Ladyship
has seems to me to be

more spiritual than physical,

and so belongs to neither
magic nor medicine.

What is her ailment?

I'm sorry.

I can do nothing
for Lady Pole.

Magic cannot cure madness.

What do you mean
by summoning me here?

What have you done
to Lady Pole?

I am bringing my lady
to a ball.

A gentleman must prepare.

I summoned you
because you cheated me.

I have kept to the terms
of our agreement.

- Half her life.
- Yes.

But I thought she would
just live to 40

and then seem to die.

I never said so.

I have done what you asked.

And now I may come
and go as I please.

If you were truly concerned
for Lady Pole's happiness--

I do not care about
her happiness,

I care about the success
of English magic.

Her husband is my champion

and you are bringing him
very low.

It is entirely
mysterious to me

why you prefer the help
of this person...

- ...to mine.
- What if he were to mistrust me?

Then I shall raise him up
to some lofty position.

He shall be Prime Minister.

Or Emperor of
Great Britain, perhaps?

No, I merely want him
to be pleased with me.

Her husband will never know.

No one will ever know where
she is when she sleeps.

Half her life.

That was our bargain.

I wish for you
to return to your lands.

I wish for you to go
there and never come back.

And I was going there
when you summoned me

so rudely and in such ignorance
of the proper customs

and forms
of magical etiquette.

I could teach you
these proper forms.

I can teach you
to raise up mountains...

crush your enemies
beneath them.

Yes, and you can shackle
English magic to your whims.

You can steal English men
and women from their homes

and you can trap them in a world
of your degenerate race.

Well, I forbid it, sir.
I forbid it!

A person may call
and call in this house

and yet no one comes.

There is to be a ball tonight,

at Lost-Hope...

...and look at me.

I...

How can I meet my Lady

like this?

I'm sorry, sir.

Nobody told me you were here.

I must say,

my own ignorant fellow
was not half your skill.

This is exactly the sort
of task I like, sir.

How splendid we look.

But I have taken you
for a servant in this house.

That is quite impossible.

As your reward, Stephen,

as my gift,

I invite you to join us
at our ball tonight.

Do you accept?

Thank you...

sir.

The bargain is done.

Will you pass me
my little box?

It is a token
I wish my Lady to wear.

I invite you
to our ball tonight.

The bargain is done...

Mr. Black.

Mr. Black?

I am so troubled
by this bell, sir.

It calls to mind everyone
I have ever known who's died.

- Geoffrey...
- I have accepted a position

at the Duchess
of Devonshire's.

Are you all right, Mr. Black?

I ache.

As does a man who's been
dancing all night.

Well, I wish you the best
of happiness of it.

Alfred,

it is your task at this time
to lay out the silver

for Mrs. Brandy to polish.

Alfred is going back
to Hampshire, sir.

To look after
his uncle's chickens.

This looks like a magician's
house to me.

Do you remember my mother?

Just.

She used to bring me
to London when I was small.

An escape from Father,
I suppose.

I'm sure my husband will
be kinder than hers.

He will do his best.

Come. Let's see that
you're ready.

Never met a magician before.

Not a real one.

A gentleman's
magazine is an odd place

to write about magic.

Mr. Murray's Friends
of English Magic

is the only reputable
periodical.

It's personally approved
by Mr. Norrell.

Yes, I... I have read it.

Mr. Lascelles
is the editor.

Perhaps it was readingthe Friends

that made you decide
to become a magician?

No.

No, to own the truth I'd not
even heard of Mr. Norrell.

I... I met a strange man
under a hedge...

Well, this is almost
entertaining, Strange.

But the fact of the matter
is that it really won't do.

Oh?

Mr. Norrell is the only
magician in England, sir.

That is a fact.

It is understandable for an idle
chap to want to amuse himself

in this fashionable way.

I should be very glad to see
some of Mr. Strange's magic now.

- Mr. Norrell...
- If he would favor us.

- Mr. Norrell, please...
- Let the man do his trick, sir.

Nothing would give me
greater pleasure.

This is one of my own spells.

Oh, Mr. Strange...

Oh, my dear Mr. Strange,
this is remarkable.

I have never even heard
of such magic.

This is not recorded, sir.
This is not in...

This is not in Sutton-Grove.

- Is it a different color?
- Pick it up.

Pick it up, pick it up.

It is backward, it...

That is the reflection.

The real one is in the mirror.

I apologize, sir, I do
not know how to bring it back.

To own the truth,
I have only

the haziest notion
of what I did.

Well, how did you do it

if you did not
know how you did it?

It's like music,

playing at the back
of one's head.

You understand what I mean,
Mr. Norrell?

Hearing it for the very
first time and yet one,

somehow, simply knows what
the following note will be.

Yes. Yes, I do understand
what you mean.

I have taken the liberty

of drawing up a plan of study
for the next 10 years.

It is such a very
short time, Mr. Strange.

I cannot see that we
will achieve very much.

Er...

Ten years...

There is rather more to learn
than I had supposed, sir.

The practice of magic
is full of frustrations

and disappointment,

but the study
is a continual delight.

- Where do you begin?
- Here we are.

Ah, yes, I see.

Ah, how many
centuries is it, do you think,

since two English magicians
last sat down together?

I'm not so
very clever on magicians.

I only really know
the Raven King.

Yes, well, we must have
respectable magic, above all.

Let us make that
our first task.

The magio-historian, Valentine
Munday, has many failings,

but he is very strong on the
magicians of the Golden Age,

the so-called aureates.

I am sure we will get from him
the last time

an English magician
took an apprentice.

I have his book here.

- You wish me to read this book?
- Yes, indeed.

- Then you must give it to me.
- Yes.

And Jester'sLanguage of Birds.

My favorite book.

Here we are.

What was that?

Most peculiar sound.

I think Mr. Norrell
is laughing.

We shall have to do something
about this friendship.

I was wondering
when we will come

to the magic of fairies?

I... I mean to say that,
well, for example,

Lanchester here quotes
a book by Ralph Stokesy

detailing the spells by which
he found his fairy servant,

- Col Tom Blue.
- Well...

I don't know that.

- I do not have that book.
- On the contrary, sir,

you've made a note
of the shelf reference.

No, I do not have that book.

Er, erm, yes...
Perhaps I'm wrong.

Stephen! Stop them, Stephen!

Stop them!

My lady, my lady, be calm.

- What is it? My dear?
- Be calm.

What might I do?

These bells. These bells.
They summoned me.

They call me to the dance

and I must go through
the mirrors.

- Bells?
- St. George's.

They struck seven
and it set her to this.

Perhaps you have tired
yourself. Stephen.

No! No!

- Yes.
- No, no, I must not go to sleep.

- Come on.
- No! No! No! No!

Stephen, my dear fellow.

How noble you look.

Seeing you so,

I know you are truly destined

to be a King.

The nameless slave shall be
a king in a strange land.

I've... I've certainly
dreamt of you.

Lost hope is no dream.

It is the finest
of my mansions.

You are merely under an
enchantment that brings you,

each night,
to join our revels.

We have been dancing
there for days

and days and days.

Forgive me, sir.

If you were to find it in
your heart to release...

No.

That is impossible,
the bargain was made.

I do not know what I've done
to deserve such kindness, sir.

I'm sure I've not done
anything at all.

Sir?

Yours are the most excellent
manners, Stephen.

Sir...

Lady Pole?

Lady Pole!

Lady Pole!

Lady Pole! Lady Pole!

Do you find it queer that he
is so against the Raven King

and the whole notion
of fairies?

The Duke of Roxburghe
has died.

It says here that he has
a lot of debts

and a very large library.

I mean to say we are not to
touch upon it at all.

It seems to me the key
to everything.

I need to find out
more about that.

You need your own books,
Jonathan.

There's a myth that the
Raven King wrote a book.

We ought to visit your aunt.

We should thank her
for finding Mary for us.

- Who?
- New maid.

What, do we have a new maid?

You've greatly changed by
your occupation, Jonathan.

I'm sure a month ago

you would have certainly
noticed a new maid.

It's like attending
a priest's seminary

and being taught
nothing about God.

In fact, being given
the distinct impression

that God is wholly irrelevant.

What do you mean
I would certainly

have noticed a new maid?

Sir Walter Pole, sir.

Excuse the interruption,
Mr. Strange.

Madam. Er, we have a problem
with our blockade.

Three French destroyers
have slipped through.

We do not know where they are.

Er, I believe
Mr. Norrell has gone...

We do not have the time
to find Mr. Norrell, sir.

Our boats must catch the tide.
You will do, will you not?

Erm...

Come in.

Dratted watch must be fast.

- Sorry?
- Midday, no bells.

Er, the bells in this
neighborhood are no longer rung.

Why ever not?

My wife's illness has left her
nerves in a sad condition.

The tolling of a bell is
very distressing to her.

I shall not detain
your husband long, madam.

Perhaps some tea? Seed cake?

Oh, Arabella does not care
for seed cake.

It is a thing that she
particularly dislikes.

Arabella is not
a three-year-old, Jonathan.

Go.

The locating of objects
is a...

Is a particularly imprecise
form of magic,

- that I have not yet mastered.
- Indeed.

I'm sure
you'll do your best.

Mr. Norrell seems
particularly disinclined.

Er, through here.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.
- Don't think of going.

It is so rare
that I see anyone.

So many mournful little boats

and buildings and skies,
they seem to lose the people.

Venice is a labyrinth.

A vast and beautiful
labyrinth, to be sure,

but a labyrinth no less.

I would give anything
to go there.

If you had spent eternity,
as I have done,

wearily parading up
and down dark alleyways,

you would feel differently.

I'm Arabella Strange.

My husband has the, erm,

honor of being Mr. Norrell's
assistant and pupil.

Norrell?

Hmm.

We've heard much
of the great friendship

that he's extended to you.

Norrell is no friend to me.

I would be better dead
than as I am.

It looks to me as though
they have headed

for the West Indies.

Erm, and there I think

Captain McBrien has gone
in search of them,

- if that would make sense?
- Mmm-hmm.

I should take this
to Mr. Norrell.

Does he ever speak
of my wife?

I...

No, sir.

He is a very modest man.

He will not speak of her
to me neither.

It is a closed subject.

Tell me,

does your husband perform
magic by himself

or only under Norrell's eye?

Well, if there's anything that
your Ladyship would like me

to ask Mr. Strange
on your behalf,

if there's any
service that he can do...

What I have to tell you

is more for your husband's
sake than mine.

I fear I am lost.

Mr. Strange should know

what kind of a man
he is dealing with.

What was done to Lady Pole?

How was it done?

There are many books that I am
not yet permitted to read.

Is there any way
in which it may be undone?

Undone?

I fear neither of us
can bear it much longer.

I will enquire.

I cannot promise
an answer, sir.

Thank you.

I should warn you, I have made
many attempts to tell people

of what has been done
and I have not yet succeeded.

In 1607,

there was a silversmith named
Redshaw who lived

in the Kingdom of Halifax,

West Yorkshire,
who inherited a Turkish rug.

He woke to find the carpet
covered in legions

of tiny people about
two inches high.

They rode white pole cats

and were battling with
knives and forks.

I'm sorry, that is not
what I meant to say.

Madam, may I implore
you deeply to say nothing

of what you've heard
here today.

When anyone new comes
to the house,

Lady Pole is excited
to these...

outlandish speeches.

It is of great distress to
Sir Walter that anyone

should know
of this private grief.

I hope they let you
come again, Mrs. Strange.

I see no one.

Or rather I see roomfuls
of people

and not a Christian
amongst them.

- Except for Stephen, of course.
- I'm sorry, my Lady.

It's hardly your fault.

Goodbye.

I do not understand
why Sir Walter would have

come to you, Mr. Strange,

when it was only the
matter of an hour or two.

There was some urgency
about the tides, sir.

It really was
an ill-mannered thing,

especially since I was engaged
in attempting to establish

his wretched sea beacons.

And of little use, since you can
hardly have found the ships.

You did not find the ships,
did you?

They wish this in
an impossibly short time.

A thousand miles of
coast are surround...

It will take years.

Do you wish me
to assist you, sir?

Where do you begin?

Portsmouth, naturally.

And you're using Belasis?

I'm adding Pevensey's spells
of Ward and Watch. There.

May I ask a question?

I mean to say, Sir Walter
is primarily concerned

that I should put a bell
on them.

A bell! I ask you!

I'm so sorry...
What was your question?

Well,

I read more and more
of the Raven King.

Is not fairy magic useful?

Its usefulness
is much exaggerated

and the dangers
are much underestimated.

Forgive me, sir,
but what are the dangers?

Mr. Strange, please believe me
when I say that almost

all forms of respectable magic

are perfectly achievable without
the assistance of anyone.

What have I ever done that
needed the help of a fairy?

I do not know.

The question was rhetorical.

But does not all English magic
come from the Raven King?

Who was stolen
away to a fairy court

and who was raised
and learnt his magic...

The Raven King rode out
of these lands 300 years ago.

Abandoning us,
and abandoning English magic.

If we cannot make his name and
the name of his fairy servants

utterly forgotten, then it is
our duty, yours and mine,

to broadcast
our hatred of him.

To let it be known everywhere

our abhorrence
of his corrupt nature

and his evil deeds.

Forgive me, Mr. Strange,
I have... I have a headache.

I have a terrible headache.

Yes. Yes, of course, sir.

Gentlemen.

You should read this.

- The Duke of Roxburghe...
- Is dead.

- Should we, erm...
- No, no.

Let us wait.

Oh, well.

Ah, there you are.

I hope you don't mind me
bringing you here, Stephen.

Oh, do not concern yourself
about him.

He can neither see,

nor hear us.

He attempts to summon me,

but I do not allow myself
to be seen.

Look, he is just as stupid

as the other one.

The other one?

- And very nearly as ugly.
- What?

Bell?

Bell!

- Yes, darling?
- Shh.

Can you hear voices next door?

I could swear I heard one person
call the other stupid and ugly.

Really?

I think two old ladies
live on that side.

Well, we should be going soon.

Norrell does not
like me to be late.

Jonathan, do you remember
the first spell that you cast?

The spell to find out what
my enemy is doing presently?

That was only the name
of the spell

- on the little scrap of paper.
- Sir?

Do you remember
who you were shown?

Who your enemy was?

How could Mr. Norrell
be my enemy?

Come, we must be ready
to leave for Portsmouth.

What a strikingly
attractive woman.

Sir.

The government's
situation is, I'm afraid, madam,

about as bad as
it could possibly be.

The French are
everywhere triumphant.

Our allies have
discovered their mistake

and become our enemies.

Trade is ruined by the war.

The harvest has failed
for two straight years

and the King has gone
mad again.

Everywhere things
are going to ruin.

Apart, of course, from magic.

Magic has become
a booming industry.

It is done.

The sea defenses
are now in place.

- I cannot see anything.
- You will not see anything.

They are invisible!

But they are there.

It is done.

Huzzah to Mr. Norrell.

- Hip hip...
- Huzzah!

Huzzah to battling
the French navy! Hip hip...

- Huzzah!
- Excuse me.

Congratulations.

You must be exhausted,
an extraordinary feat.

What about
these beacons, sir?

Why did he not put
a bell on them?

Will they work, do you think?

If Mr. Norrell says
they work, then...

You really think it will
repel the French?

I believe Strange and Sir Walter
are called very well together.

They are men
of a similar temperament.

How are you finding
Portsmouth, sir?

I dislike Portsmouth
intensely.

Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Beg pardon, sir. The Port
Admiral has sent to say

that a package ship has run
aground upon Horse Sand.

Right.

The other magician has
a headache and will not come.

Right,
well, tell the Port...

- whatever he's called...
- Admiral.

Tell him to wait, I'm coming.

Don't dozens of ships
go in and out of here every day?

How did this happen?

Presumably,
the invisible beacon.

So, the boat's on her side.

- Erm, shall I just turn her up?
- Good God, no.

You'll split the keel in two.
They'll all drown.

A fresher breeze will move
her at high water.

Well, I... I can make a fresher
breeze. We've done that.

No, good God, what are you
thinking? It's coming sou'-west,

you'll batter her
on the sands.

- They'll all drown.
- What is the sand called?

- The sand?
- The thing...

What the ship is standing on,
the Horse's something.

It is a shoal and it is called
Horse Sand. Excuse me.

Good.

What the hell are they?

They're called horses.

I made them out of Horse Sand.

Hot rolls and marmalade,
anyone?

Morning, sir. Gentlemen.

Do you still have that
newspaper?

Yes, Henry. I do.

We should send Mr. Strange
to the Peninsula...

- Norrell won't be pleased.
- Norrell never is.

Send him to Portugal?

I'm astonished you would
even suggest such a thing.

Every man must be prepared
to make sacrifices

for his country in time of war.

Many thousands
have already done so.

Yes, but they were soldiers.

Though I dare say a soldier
is valuable in his own way.

Have you considered, sir,
the great respect

it might achieve
for English magic?

But nothing is more likely
to evoke the Raven King

and all that mischievous,

reckless sort of magic
than the sight

of an English magician
on a battlefield.

People will start to think
that we consort with fairies

and talk to owls and bears...

No, sir. No.
No, no, I'm afraid not.

Mr. Strange must stay
and assist me and learn.

And nothing will sway me
from this. Nothing!

They are going to sell
the Duke of Roxburghe's books.

Well, now that he is dead, the
first concern of the new Duke

will be the estate's debts.

He will be looking for
something to sell,

and yes, as you know,
he does have a very fine library

with many magical volumes.

What you afraid of now?

Book sales generally the thing
most calculated to please you.

Yes,
but that was before.

When no one in England
had the least interest

in books of magic but myself.

But now I fear a great many
people might try to buy them.

And he has a copy of

Revelations of Thirty-Six
Different Worlds.

I've been
after that for years.

But if these books are
bought by someone else,

you may complain
to the ministers.

It is not in the interest of
the nation that books of magic

should be in anyone's
possession but your own.

Oh, except Strange,
of course.

Oh, I had forgot Strange.

But surely Mr. Strange would
understand that it is proper

for the books to be mine,
would he not?

- Oh.
- Oh.

Mr. Strange is a gentleman.

He will behave as a gentleman
and expect you to do the same.

If the books were offered
privately to you alone,

then I expect you may buy them.

But if they are auctioned,

he will feel entitled
to bid against you.

And how do you suppose
these books will be sold?

By private transaction
or by auction?

Auction.

Mr. Strange, please.

Your leaving is of great
pain to me, sir.

It is of great pain.

I hope, sir, that

your change of heart
does not result

from any offence I may
have given you.

Oh, no, no, Mr. Strange.

In the past I've feared the
appearance of another magician,

but when it happened
I was in fact delighted.

I fear I am sending you
to the war unprepared.

In which case, I wonder if I
might take some books with me?

- Books?
- I fear I shall need books,

if I am to perform magic.

I should not imagine I would
need to take more than about...

- Forty.
- Forty?

Yes, you couldn't
carry more than 40.

Carry them about? No! No,
they must be in a library.

No, you must put them

in a library in a castle.
It is so very dirty abroad.

They shall be little use
to him in a library, sir.

He will be in camps and on
battlefields, and so must they.

Well, can we not
have some sort of iron box made?

- Saddlebags.
- Thank you, Childermass.

You have done so very
much for me, sir.

I hope with all my heart
to come back safely

and to live as your friend
and assistant once again.

Give me your list.

I believe
Mr. Strange will do

very well in the war, sir.

He's already
outmaneuvered you.

I wish I had never
come to London.

I wish I had never undertaken
to restore English magic.

I should have stayed
at Hurtfew,

reading and doing spells
for my own pleasure.

None of it is worth
the loss of 40 books!

You are of no help!
Why do you make me sleep?

Why does every request,
you insist that I sleep.

Why can you not
control yourself?

You're of no help!
Nothing you do is of any help!

Nothing is of the least, no!
You do not understand!

What is it?

Sir, I--

Stephen, why is the house
in such disorder?

Why have you not
found new staff?

I, er...

You are as dull and heavy
as the rest of them.

Lady Pole is to be
confined to her room.

Well, not married a year and he
runs away to join the army.

Wars do not
last forever, Bell.

But they do tend
to be dangerous.

Jonathan, when I saw Lady Pole
at Harley Street,

I promised her that I should
tell you something.

What is it?

She told me that a man from
Halifax bought a new rug

and he fell asleep beside
the fire and when he awoke,

he saw lots of little people
running about upon it.

Lady Pole is not
in her wits.

She hates Mr. Norrell,
Jonathan.

I must go.

- I love you, Bell.
- I love you, too.

Be careful.

I shall write every day.

I will look out for you, Bell.

I would rather you
look out for yourself.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen.
If I could have your attention.

Thank you, gentlemen.

And we'll begin with
an assortment of volumes

from the
Duke of Roxburghe's library.

This is the second greatest
collection

of magical books in the land.

And this first lot, who will
start me at 200 guineas?

200 guineas.

Do I hear any advance on two...
220 guineas, sir. Thank you.

240.

260? 260 guineas?

280 guineas. Thank you.
300 guineas.

300 guineas. Do I hear any
advance on 300 guineas?

And 300 guineas...
Oh, 350 guineas, madam.

Thank you.

400 guineas.

Thank you, sir.
400 guineas...

500 guineas.

600.

700.

800 guineas, madam.
Thank you.

800 guineas.
Any advance on 800 guineas?

With the lady.

- At 800 guineas and...
- Mr. Norrell.

Going once...

- Sir, sir, sir. Your books.
- Going twice and...

2000 guineas.

2000 guineas. Do I hear any
advance on 2000 guineas?

Going once...

Going twice...

And sold! Mr. Norrell,
Hanover Square.

No, thank you, no.
Excuse me.