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Where on earth have you been?

Am I your wife?

Of course you're my wife.

Your husband,
he has sold you to me

in exchange
for a piece of wood.

She's dead.

The corpse lying upstairs
is no longer your wife.

The bargain is done.

They are very beautiful.

I aim for the whole book
to be a work of beauty.

And what do you
consider so dangerous

- about this book, sir?
- Everything.

Mr. Strange's book
is the most dangerous of all.

God damn him!

No!

Mr. Norrell!

I pleaded, sir,
on any condition,

that he help me bring
my wife back.

What was the magic?

No, tell me.
Why will you not tell me?

I know!

What is the matter?

I have a message for you,
nameless slave!

I should take
something of the lady's

to signify my claim.

Will you pass me
my little box?

Excellent.

I shall summon a fairy.

I've tried
every spell I know.

That is the difficulty,
to see and hear them.

Yet there was one present

who perceived him
very clearly.

Why could he,
when I could not?

- Was this fellow a magician?
- No, no.

This man was just mad.

You cannot propose

that you purposely become
a lunatic.

Sir. Open this door.

But how does one work up

a little madness in oneself?

Sir?

Ah, good morning,
good morning.

How many have we sold today?

- Ah, 60 or 70.
- Very good.

The only problem
with having a fugitive author

is knowing
where to send the money.

A great many people
have come twice

and bought a copy both times.

Excellent.

- Some of them were not happy.
- Huh?

Be advised by me, sirs.

Do not buy your books
from here.

They are liars and thieves!

I am John Murray, sir.

We rob no people here.

Mr. Tantony and I

have come all the way
from Nottinghamshire

especially to buy
Mr. Strange's book!

Then be my guest and buy one.

We bought one
not 10 minutes ago.

To replace the one we bought
not 10 minutes before that.

Mr. Tantony put the first one
in his pocket

and before we had reached
Great Pulteney Street,

it had gone!

This is what I mean!

Did you see it just go pop?

What on earth is this, sir?

Theft. Norrell.

Norrell!

He will pay for this act.

He shall pay
for the new edition.

He shall pay
for the advertisements!

And that will give him greater
pain than anything else!

Wait until Strange
hears about this!

No, no, no, signor.

Signor, I must insist.

We've come
a long way to visit...

Ah.

What an airy situation
you have here, ma'am.

You must be able to see
all of Venice.

I am Dr. Greysteel.

Oh!

This is my daughter, Flora.

Perhaps, ma'am, you remember

Mr. John McKean
of Aberdeenshire?

He sends us to say
he hopes you are well

and to pass on every good wish
for your future health.

May we take back some report
to Mr. McKean, ma'am?

We have disturbed her.

Beg your pardon, madam,

for having come unannounced.

My daughter and I
will return at a later...

Oh! Ah.

At a later...

- Date.
- Mmm!

Mandragora. Henbane.

I need more.
What you gave me before

was not strong enough.

Not strong--

I am Magician-In-Ordinary
to the British Army, sir.

I'm engaged upon
important research.

Might I help?

- I need-
- No!

Tell him I have money.

He says these things
bring death, madness.

Yes, madness is what I want.

Madness is what I want.

I do not think he
wishes to serve you.

My name is Flora Greysteel.

This is my father,
Dr. James Greysteel.

Uh, my name
is Jonathan Strange.

What is it that brings you

to Venice, Mr. Strange?

- Army business?
- My wife died.

Venice was always a city

she particularly longed
to visit.

Oh, Mr. Strange.

And I am studying.
Experimenting.

- New magic.
- With what object?

I wish to secure myself
a fairy servant.

We should be going.

I am working
to uncover the magic

which might bring
such a spirit forth.

I have tried everything.

None of it
with the slightest success.

But are they
not wicked creatures?

Is it not very dangerous
to entrust yourself

with such a disreputable
companion?

Oh, to be sure.

Fairies are naturally
full of mischief

and exceedingly difficult
to control.

Were I to succeed,
I should have to proceed

with the greatest caution.

Besides, their knowledge
and power are such

that a magician
cannot lightly dispense

with their help...

Not unless that magician
is Gilbert Norrell.

What a very interesting topic.

What brings you to Venice?

We came to pass on greetings
to an old lady

related to
one of my colleagues...

Ah. But sadly, we have
found her indisposed.

- She is mad, poor woman.
- Flora.

Cats.

I am sure, Mr. Strange,
I saw her eat a bird.

Please.

Perhaps you could use
your magic upon her?

I do not think so.

My tutor says that magic
cannot cure madness.

Apparently,
the aureates found it

a magically useful condition.

Well, who are we to say
that madness is a curse?

For many people,

poets, for instance,
it's a gift.

Perhaps that's how those
wild magicians thought of it.

Yes.

A gift.

Yes, perhaps that is
the way to think of it.

Well, this has been
most pleasant.

Flora?

♪ Nameless slave ♪

♪ You shall be a king
In a strange land ♪

♪ The rain shall make
A door for me ♪

♪ Then I shall go through it
Balanced on my hand ♪

♪ Nameless slave ♪

Come here.

"The nameless slave
shall wear a silver crown."

Huh?

What about that?

Does that make
any sense to you?

No man in England
could be a slave.

You keep telling
yourself that, Your Majesty.

Where did you come by
this talk?

Open this door
and I'll tell you.

I have an important
assignation with a tree.

I am to meet someone there.

I cannot set you free.

You're imprisoned here
with good reason.

I have the keys to your
freedom, nameless slave,

if you have the keys to mine.

Come on.

And what freedom
can you grant me, sir?

Freedom from the fairy.

He is coming!

He is coming for you.

Free me and I will free you.

Have you heard nothing
of Mr. Strange?

- Nameless slave!
- My lady.

You shall be a king
in a strange land!

Mr. Strange has disappeared.

He has escaped from jail.

No one has any clue
where he may be found.

Perhaps we should write
to Mr. Norrell.

Perhaps you might
cut my throat.

- My lady.
- I wish to go to sleep.

And all you men
leave me in peace.

Leave.

Now we hear the Johannites
have seized yet another mill,

in the name
of their ancient King!

The Raven will return,
they say.

The North will rise
against us!

What does the honorable member
have to say about this?

After all, it was he
who ushered magic

back into our country.

He who planted these seeds
in the minds of common men!

He who unleashed these...

these magicians upon us.

Order!

One a seditionist
who incites riots,

implicated in the mysterious
death of his wife--

No, sir!

And the other, a thief!

Order!

Mr. Norrell.
It is beyond the pale, sir.

You have used your magic

to gain access
to people's homes,

to rifle through
their property,

and to destroy every copy
of Mr. Strange's book.

What on earth possessed you
to do it, sir?

Do you think I had any choice?

I do not know.

The general opinion
is that it was done

because of the squabble
with your former pupil.

It was done
for the country's good.

Well, it has done you
very little good.

And it has done me
no good at all.

Good morning.

Where is Strange?

I cannot
discover it. He is not here.

You are the only magician
in England now.

Do you think Mr. Strange would
let such an act go unanswered?

I need to know where he is.

Can you not find him by magic?

He does not wish to be found.

Is there no gossip
on the streets?

Where is
Christopher Drawlight?

Oh, how pleasant it is

to be here amongst
old friends,

and to be chatting in this way

as if no time
had passed at all

and nothing whatever
had happened.

We would like
to know where Strange is.

If you've heard summat,
spit it out.

Oh, well, somebody said
he had been in Geneva,

or Italy,
I do not recall exactly.

Um, the brother of the hat
maker in the next...

cell...

Heard that Mr. Strange
is acting very oddly.

He takes certain powders
and preparations.

Of what kind?

Oh, they are all
the fashion, sir,

you know, amongst the poets.

The kind of thing
to provoke visions

of palaces in Xanadu,

or Christ stuck up a tree,
and such like.

We want you to go after him.

Your debts will be paid.

Find him.

I wish to know
to whom he speaks

and of what he speaks.

I wish to know
what his plans are.

I wish to know
what magic he does.

There is talk
that he is attempting

to make himself mad.

I do not wish to be
in the company

of such a person.

Mr. Drawlight,
I can conjure terrors, sir,

of which your mind
cannot conceive.

Find Mr. Strange,
and stay with Mr. Strange,

or you will live
a very long time, sir,

and every moment of your life,

you will regret that
you did not do as I asked.

Find him, and discover
what he is doing.

She seemed
brighter this evening, Father.

Do you not agree?

I think our visits
are helping her very much.

Can we not move on to Genoa?

At least it will be drier,

and there won't be
so many art galleries.

Oh.

I would quite like
to stay in Venice

a little longer, Papa.

If I may?

I see Mr. Strange
is a widower.

I do not want a repeat of--

No, Papa.

I have certainly
learnt my lesson

about running off with poets.

Unfortunately,
my friends did not stay

to perform introductions.

My name is Strange.

Yours, madam, though
you do not know it,

is Delgado,

and I am delighted
to meet you.

I have a proposal
for you, madam.

I am able to give you
your heart's desire

and in return,
you shall give me mine.

I must insist that
you put off your dinner

for a moment and attend
to what I am saying.

I want you to teach me
how to be mad.

You question my wisdom?

Now, madam,
I will give you what you wish.

But in return,
you must give me something

to serve as a symbol
and vessel of your madness.

Do you agree?

Capital.

Are you ready?

Thank you, madam.

I hope you will be very happy.

And I hope I will be, too.

Well, that worked.

Any luck?

- I cannot find him.
- You taught him too well.

I did not.

I failed to teach him
the most important lesson.

I failed to make him see.

He is too much of a magician
to stop now.

And the magic he will do--

Do you recall, Mr. Norrell,
when you first came to London,

a street-magician
accosted you.

Yes. With tales of a book
belonging to the Raven King.

Mmm-hmm. And do you remember
what he said?

It was nonsense.

Some irrelevancies
about rain making a door,

and the nameless slave
shall be king,

and other such
Raven King gibberish.

When you sent me
to get rid of him, sir,

I saw the Raven's mark
on my cards.

They were full of them.

I do wish you'd
throw away those cards.

They are full of ravens again.

The Black Tower.

Well, one thing
is certain, madam.

You were very mad indeed.

Just a drop or two, I think.

I say, do you...

You don't happen to have
a pinch of snuff on you?

I seem to have mislaid
my snuff box.

Kendal Brown is
what I generally take,

if you have it.

I...

Ow!

I beg your pardon.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I... I know this is
an odd question,

but have I asked you

for anything yet?

Snuff.

Snuff?

You asked me
for a pinch of snuff.

- When?
- What?

When did I ask you
for a pinch of snuff?

- A moment ago.
- Ah.

Good. Good.

Well, do not trouble yourself.

I do not need it now.

My name is Jonathan Strange.
Perhaps you have heard of me?

It was your, or one of
your kind's attentions,

to the King of England

that first brought you
to my notice.

Such power, sir.

English magic today
lacks spirit.

It lacks fire and energy.

The glimpse I had
of your magic

persuaded me
that it was something

altogether different.

I feel we could work together.

I am sure
that can be arranged.

I... I dare say,
your magical sensibilities

are much finer than my own.

My magical sensibilities are,

as you suppose,
quite tremendous.

And just now they informed me

that you have acquired
an object of great power.

A ring of disenchantment?

An urn of visibility?

Show me the object.

I... I have
nothing of that sort.

I bought that in Turin.

No, indeed.

And really, there does not
seem to be anything here

apart from the usual objects

that I would expect to find

in the rooms of a magician
of your genius.

You make no reply
to my suggestion.

Suggestion?

Of an alliance.

You are undecided
until you know more about me.

That is as it should be.

In a day or two,
I will do myself the honor

of soliciting your company
once again...

And discuss terms.

It has been a most
interesting conversation.

The first of many, I hope.

Yes!

Good morning!

Nameless slave!

♪ For always and forever ♪

♪ I pray, remember me ♪

♪ Whatever troubles
You might have ♪

♪ It's me
Who can set you free ♪

The magician has found

some way to perceive me.

An alliance!

The arrogance of it!

To summon me back
and discuss terms.

Mmm. This stew is excellent.

But these English magicians

are always very stupid.

The poor ones desire
an unending supply

of turnips or porridge.

The rich ones
want more riches,

or power over the world.

Have some bread.

When he asks
for one of those things,

I will grant it.

It will bring a world
of trouble on his head.

It is sure to kill him.

Oh. Dropped your spoon.

I, uh...

I must return to London.

May I take a cart and...
and some food?

- Of course.
- Of course.

Thank you.

You may
put your head out.

We are gone.

Here. Did you bring
them pies, did ya?

The nameless slave
shall wear a silver crown.

His words, sir, not mine.

I do not understand
how you know such things.

My book.

What is this book?

It's the book
of the Raven King, sir.

It tells me your destiny,

and the destiny
of the two magicians.

I've told it to them,
and now I've told it to you.

My task is done, almost.

Now, I do hope
you'll help me keep

my appointment with this tree.

The order of it all
is about to change,

nameless slave.

Oh, yes.

Miss Greysteel. Sir.

Um, may I borrow your daughter

for a couple of hours?

Forgive me, but she is exactly
the right size and shape.

That one is very pretty.

It is too billowy.

It is not the fashion.

Italian fashion is sleek
and passionate.

I will be guided.

I'm going to see if I can find
any English newspapers.

You're so bright this morning,
Mr. Strange.

I cannot but think
that you have succeeded.

Yes.

- You've summoned a fairy?
- I have.

What was the creature like?

A very odd fellow,
with silvery hair.

Much like ourselves, but, yes,
a very odd fellow indeed.

Imagine what can be done.

You will transform England.

Well, I suppose so.

I had not thought much beyond.

I have not yet
made the bargain.

Ah, that one.

That one.

Will you teach me
to do magic, Mr. Strange?

Once it is restored?

Gladly.

I shall teach all the women
and all the poor men magic.

I will give England
back its heritage.

I shall be quite
in the mood to do it.

Will you put the Raven King
back on his throne?

There are some who say that
the Raven King

is not a man, but an idea.

That he is not one magician,
but several.

You must take me dancing.

I'll take this one.

This concerns you,
Mr. Strange.

He has destroyed my book.

A fugitive, sir? From what?

A misunderstanding.

It is nothing.
I shall settle it.

Grazie.

- Arrivederci.
- Arrivederci.

I hope
you will like this, Arabella.

I have been thinking
about your proposal,

and I perceive it to be
an excellent plan.

And to show you how sensible
I am of the honor,

I will bring you
anything you desire.

Anything?

Anything.

And this would be
in the manner

of a binding agreement?

As I understand,

you could not deny me
something

once I had named it?

Nor would I wish to.

Riches, dominion over
all the world?

That sort of thing?

Exactly.

And you would only
have to give me

a little token in return.

Well, I do not want
any of those things.

I want you to bring my wife
back from the dead.

Please.

That cannot be done.

Yes, it can.
I know that it can.

There is magic in fairy
that can bring humans

back to life.

- Indeed.
- So?

But it requires
certain circumstances.

Then let us fulfill them.

You do not have her corpse
to hand?

It is in England. But--

And the lady has been dead

some time?

Two and a half months, sir.

I regret to tell you

that it would be quite,
quite impossible for me

to bring your wife
back from the dead.

I am sorry.

But I have...

I've been working for it
all this time.

I have sacrificed
a great many things.

I had done it all
in the fervent hope

that you would bring my wife
back to me.

Oh.

Well, that is a shame.

I've pictured it...

What it would be like
to see her again, sir.

The smell of her,

the image of her face
in my mind,

all these things that...

I'm beginning
to not quite remember.

And every day
that she went further from me,

I consoled myself
with the thought

that she will be
close to me again.

Please.

Come.

There must be something else
you desire?

A kingdom of your own?

A beautiful new companion?

I do not understand.

There was a woman in England,
Lady Pole.

Lady Pole was
a different matter entirely.

Princess Pauline Borghese

is a most delightful woman.

I can have her here
in the twinkling of an eye.

Who was the last English
magician you dealt with?

Mmm.

What did you do for him?

You do not wish to know.

Norrell.

These matters
are not important.

Who was the last English
magician you dealt with?

I do not have
to tell you that.

What token did he give you?

- I do not--
- Bring it to me!

Bring me what you gained

from your last dealings
with an English magician.

No.

It is worthless, utterly.

A binding agreement,
I think you said?

Bring it to me.

Where did you come from?

Show me.

Good God, sir.

What are you doing here?

Do you not know
that he hates you?

Stephen?

Excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

Mr. Strange?

You've come here to help us.

- What?
- I am Lady Pole.

- You've come here to save us.
- That's...

Bell?

This cannot be.

You did not know?

Am I dreaming?

Bell.

Bell, are you alive?

My love.

Do you wish to dance
with me, sir?

It would be my pleasure.

Bell!

Hmm?

Stop!

Leave us.

Arabella!

Give me back my wife.

She is gone.

Disenchant her!

I demand that
you give me back my wife!

I have already given you
what you asked for.

Now I will claim what is mine.

It has taken all my strength.

I have dealt him such a blow.

Thank you, Stephen.

What have you done?

You've been to other lands?

Had fun, did you?

Everything is lost.

You must tell me
what I should do.

Just accept your destiny.

That is
what I have been doing.

You are mad.

You tricked me
into giving you your freedom

by telling me
you offer me mine.

You offer me nothing!

Show me this book.

Show me this book,
if there is one.

My rotten, no good,
bastard father

was stupidly entrusted

to deliver the book
of the Raven King

to a man
in the Derbyshire Hills.

The last man in England

who could read
the King's Letters.

Unfortunately, en-route,

he got himself embroiled
in a drinking competition

with a blacksmith
in Sheffield,

and when challenged,
proceeded to eat the book.

Four years later,
I was born...

with it written
all over my infant body.

You are the book
of the Raven King.

I was born with this,

just like you
was born with that.

Now, meaning is written
on our skin, nameless slave.

Indeed.

My skin means that

any man may strike me
in a public place

and never fear
the consequence.

It means, no matter
how many books I read,

how many languages I master,

no matter how diligently
I work,

I will never be anything
but a curiosity.

It means that I am nothing.

Nothing.

And my skin means
the opposite of yours.

My skin means
that you shall be raised up

on high, nameless slave.

It means that your kingdom
is waiting for you,

and that your enemy
shall be destroyed.

It means,

that the time has almost come.

Let's go for a stroll

and find my tree.

Mr. Strange is in Venice.

Drawlight met a party
on their way back to England

who said they had
seen him there.

Well, do we know
what he is doing there?

Uh, he is spending
a great deal of time

in the company of a family

by the name of Greyfield,
or Greystone.

He has fallen in love
with the daughter.

She is a disgraced
young person

who followed Lord Byron
to Italy

and had to be rescued
by her father.

What does it say of his magic?

He has been heard saying

he plans to trap himself
a fairy,

and to return to England
with it

to confound Mr. Norrell

and restore magic
to its rightful place.

Well, can he do it?

- Can he do that magic?
- I do not know.

I do not know what
Mr. Strange is capable of.

I hope he has had the sense
to listen to what I told him.

We must leave London.

It is necessary for me
to be at Hurtfew.

I need my books.

I need all my books.

Is that... Is that Venice?

What does this mean?

This is all my doing.

It's all my doing.

We must pack our bags at once.

Mr. Strange has gone mad.

They say he has cursed
the city.

Pardon. Pardon.

Flora!

Mr. Strange?

Jonathan?

Jonathan?

My wife is alive,

yet not alive.

Not dead.

Enchanted.

This is what they do.

They steal those we love

and trap them away forever.

I have betrayed her.

I should have seen it.

I should have known
what Norrell had done.

What are you doing here?
Get away from here.

You are in danger.

From whom? You?

Norrell was right.

He lied,
and yet he told the truth.

These things are dangerous
and beyond our control.

Do you understand?
You must go.

They spy on me,
the fairy and the butler.

They will see you
and take you.

- You must go. Get out.
- No.

Get out of here! Get out!

I have work to do.

I'm cursed.

What is this
that surrounds you?

It is the fairy's curse.

He's imprisoned me
in a tower of Eternal Night.

Where I go, it goes.

It is drawing the life
from me.

I cannot by any means escape.

Can I not help you?

Perhaps.
But not now.

When the time is right,
you will know.

Now you must leave.

Be safe.

Mr. Strange,
this is killing you.

Go. Get out of here. Go!

Flora. Stand back, sir.

We are leaving.

I must save my wife.

Why was I made a magician
if not for this?

Sir, miss.
What have you learnt?

Is it true that he has
turned people into glass

and thrown stones at them?

Young lady,
you are his special friend.

What is he about in there?

Do you wish to be shot?

No.

Then behave differently.

This may be to our benefit.

If this creature
has imprisoned him,

then he will be unable
to do his magic.

And our next concern
is to get to Hurtfew as--

Creature?

The fairy spirit.

You believe it?

Of course I believe it.

It is ridiculous.

Fairies.

What are you doing here,
Mr. Lascelles?

Have you listened to nothing
I've ever told you?

Sorry.

Have you heard it?

- What?
- The mirrors.

If one requires the presence
of a servant, sir,

one rings.

There. Listen.

I know it often thought sense
to give the servants

a degree of latitude, sir,
but--

All the mirrors in the house
are the same.

Then they must be smashed.

No, no, no, no!

On no account
must you do that!

Forgive me, sir.

Lord Liverpool
and Sir Walter Pole are here.

Are you leaving us,
Mr. Norrell?

Do not tell me you are
not leaving Venice, Flora.

You will tear my heart
in pieces

going after these dangerous,
dangerous men.

You do not know
what they are capable of.

I beg you, pack your...

What is that?

It is from Mr. Strange.

- Please, please.
- Drawlight.

Drawlight.

I see you.

Come here.

Come!

There it is, nameless slave.

There.

This is where we shall meet
our destinies, nameless slave.

It does not look a place
of pleasant destinies.

Nevertheless, I have it
on good authority

there shall be a meeting here.

Who are we to meet?

Is it he who intends
I to be King?

We shall know soon enough.

He's coming.

He's coming!

One thing
is clear, Mr. Norrell.

Great Britain already
has a mad king.

A mad magician
is the outside of enough.

You have repeatedly asked
for commissions, sir.

Well, here is one.

Stop your pupil in any way
you find appropriate.

Do not you dictate terms
to me.

I beg your pardon?

I have warned you
of the dangers

disrespectable magic can pose.

I told you
Strange should be tamed.

But you encouraged him,
and you ignored me.

What is that sound?

What does it mean?

It means
he has trafficked

with creatures that are
the enemies of Great Britain,

of Christianity,
of mankind itself.

It means wicked,
mad magic.

It means...

Catastrophe.

You are
the only magician in England.

You are our magician.

We will not disregard
your advice again.

You must do something
to stop him!

I'm not entirely sure I can.

Hello?

Abracadabra!

Why do you spy upon me?

What have I ever done
that is secret?

Mr. Strange...

Jonathan, I have always
been your friend.

They made me do it.

Lascelles and Norrell
are afraid of you, sir.

They would do well
to be afraid.

I have been mad.
Did they tell you that?

- Uh--
- It is true.

But I have learnt
many things in the darkness,

and one of them is this.

I cannot do this alone.

I have brought you here
to help me.

Oh, good.

♪ The Raven King
Knows all too well ♪

♪ Which are
The fairest flowers ♪

Did you feel it?

Feel what, sir?

All the doors shook.

Someone is trying
to open them.

Come, Stephen.

The magic of Englishmen,
fairy.

The magic of Englishmen
is coming back.

Who is this?

What did
I tell you, nameless slave?

Destiny.

Didn't I tell you the hour
had almost come?

What in the world do you think
you are talking about,

you ridiculous creature?

What on earth
do you do with him?

I tell him
his fortune.

I tell him
that he will be King.

That he will be free from you.

And how did you come by
this fortune,

little pig-person?

My book.

Englishmen and their books.

Perhaps you had been
better advised

to sell your book

and buy a nicer coat.

This is John Uskglass's
book, fairy,

and it tells the fortunes
of us all.

And what is your fortune?

I don't know,
but it's better than yours.

I doubt the truth of that.

He has been
most impertinent, Stephen.

And he is very ugly indeed.

Let us kill him.

Oh, no, sir, please. No.

Try what you like, fairy.

You will discover
I am very hard to kill.

- Are you indeed?
- Mmm.

For I must confess
that it looks to me

as if nothing would be easier.

Do you dance, rogue?

Lady Pole is not mad.

She appears mad
but that is Norrell's fault.

He summoned a fairy spirit
to raise her from the dead,

and in exchange, he gave it
all sorts of rights over her.

This same creature
has threatened

the liberty
of the King of England

and has enchanted at least

two more
of His Majesty's subjects,

one of them my wife.

Your first job
is to tell John Childermass

what I have just told you,

and to give him this.

It contains a gift
for Lady Pole

and my instructions.

He must not give it to her
before I send the word.

Not before then.
Do you understand?

Perfectly.

I am opening the doors.

I am returning magic
to England.

Your second task
is to get this letter

directly to Lady Pole.

Of course.

When you say
you are returning magic to--

It was easier
than I thought.

All of the Raven King's old
alliances are still in place.

These birds are my messengers.

Sent to remind
the stones and the sky

and the rain
of their ancient promises.

I am flinging open the doors
and allowing magic back in.

The world will be changed,
Mr. Drawlight.

And if you do not do as I say,

all the magicians in England
will rise up and destroy you.

Do you understand me?

I thought there was only one.

Now that you are here,

I thought there was only one
magician in England.

I... Perhaps I was mistaken.

All the men and women
who ever wanted

to be Norrell's pupils
are magicians.

John Childermass is another.

Segundus another.

Honeyfoot.

The members
of the old societies.

England is full of magicians.

Norrell silenced them

but they are magicians
nonetheless.

Deliver these three messages,

and I shall take
no revenge upon you.

I shall not harm you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Three? Um...

Mr. Strange, I...

You have... I have...
You have only given me two.

Three messages.

You must deliver
three messages.

Yes, but...

but what is the third?

Tell Norrell...

I am coming.

He told me I would be free.

He told me I would be King.

Of course you will,
Dear Stephen.

He has it written
all over him.

What more does it say?

It says,
"The magicians will fail."

It's a very old prophecy.

Come, Stephen,
it is no matter.

Let us return to the dance.