Shakra responded, “it was a threat. They’re telling us they’re getting ready to step in and take over if something like this happens again.”
Amity shook his head. “Nonsense. Ireland is a Cradle of Magic. No one would dare disrupt the delicate balance that holds the world in check.”
Shakra scowled. “You’re a moron.”
“Being rude does not make you more intelligent than I.”
“No, being more intelligent than you makes me more intelligent than you, you goat-brained simpleton.”
“I did not come here to be insulted.”
“What, do you have somewhere special to go for that kind of thing?”
“Can we please focus?” Corrival asked. Immediately, everyone shut up. “In the last five years alone, two of our Elders have been murdered, the third betrayed us, and the Grand Mage who took over has been revealed as a criminal. Two out of Mevolent’s Three Generals returned, and the Faceless Ones actually broke through into this reality.
“Amity, you and your Four Elementals may not want to believe this, but Ireland is under attack. We have enemies both obvious and hidden. The war with Mevolent was fought largely on Irish soil. His actions, and the actions of his followers, have created an instability that is impossible to be rid of. This is where the agents of unrest are drawn. There is blood in the water here.”
“That’s right,” Flaring said. “Dark sorcerers like Charivari in France, or Keratin in the mountains of Siberia, hate us and plot against us with every moment that passes. And what about all the visions of this Darquesse person, laying waste to the world? We need to be ready.”
Valkyrie saw the nods and the looks in the eyes. If any one of them knew the truth, they’d have torn her apart right there and then.
“Then we need to get down to business,” High Priest Tenebrae said. “The task ahead is not an easy one. We’ll have to set up a new Council, elect a Grand Mage and two Elders, build a new Sanctuary and consolidate our power base. Even though it will add greatly to my responsibilities and workload, I am willing to put my own name forward for the role of Grand Mage.”
There were some rolled eyes and cruel whispers, but Corrival held up a hand to silence them. “Thank you, High Priest. Who are the other nominees?”
“Some of us have been talking about this among ourselves,” Scrutinous said, “and we’d like to suggest Corrival Deuce as a candidate.”
Corrival raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“You’re well-respected and well-liked, Corrival, and—”
“I know what I am,” Corrival interrupted, “and what I am is retired. Even if I wasn’t retired, I’ve never been interested in the job. That’s for people like Meritorious, not people like me.”
“Your country needs you,” Flaring said.
“My country needs better taste.”
“You’re the only one who can do it.”
“This is ridiculous,” Corrival said. “I don’t have the experience or the training, and I’m always getting into arguments. Not many sorcerers agree with my point of view, you know.”
“Even so,” said Philomena Random, “you’re one of the few people who could bring the Irish magical community together in its time of need.”
“Nonsense. There are plenty of others.”
“We don’t make this suggestion lightly, Corrival. We’ve considered this a great deal.”
“And all you could come up with was me?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“But I’m really enjoying my retirement. I get to sleep in every day. I do crossword puzzles and eat cakes.”
“Duty calls, Corrival.”
“Then we’ll vote,” Flaring said. “Right here, right now. Let’s forgo the usual pomp and circumstance and have it as a simple aye or nay. All those in favour of High Priest Auron Tenebrae as the new Grand Mage, say aye.”
Craven and Quiver both said aye. Tenebrae clenched his jaw against the overwhelming silence.
“OK then,” Scrutinous said. “All in favour of Corrival Deuce as the new Grand Mage, say aye.”
Ayes filled the room. Only the Necromancers and the Roarhaven mages stayed quiet.
Scrutinous grinned. “I think it’s decided.”
“Fine,” Corrival said. “I’ll accept the position, on the condition that as soon as someone more competent comes along, you’ll all let me retire in peace.”
“Agreed,” said Amity. “So now we need to talk about nominations for the other two seats on the Council, and where the new Sanctuary is going to be built.”
“Don’t need to start building,” the Torment said in his dreadful croaky voice. “We have a Sanctuary, ready and waiting.”
“In Roarhaven?” Tenebrae said, disgust in his voice.
“Yes,” the Torment glared back. “A fine building, built especially for this purpose.”
“Built for a coup that failed,” said Ravel.
“That may be so,” the Torment said, “but the fact remains. There is a new Sanctuary building with all the rooms and requirements. Do any of you have any proper objections, apart from the fact that it’s outside your precious capital city?”
There was silence.
“It’s a good suggestion,” Corrival said. Valkyrie looked at him in surprise. She wasn’t the only one. “The fact is,” he continued, “it’s there, and it’s available. And if someone sets off another bomb, we won’t have to explain it to the civilian authorities. And as for the other two seats on the Council, I already have my nominees. I nominate Erskine Ravel and Skulduggery Pleasant.”
Someone barked a laugh. Valkyrie turned to Skulduggery, really wishing he was wearing a face so she could see his reaction.
“Ah,” said Ravel.
“Oh,” said Skulduggery.
“Sorry, fellas,” Corrival said, “but if I have to suffer through this ridiculousness, then so do you. Both of you are controversial figures, but I fought with your unit on the battlefield, and I’ve never known such bravery and honour. Erskine, you like spending money way too much, but you’ve been my trusted confidant for the last hundred years, and I don’t think there is anyone who is going to deny that you would make an excellent Elder. You’re wise when you need to be, and impulsive when you have to be.
“Skulduggery, my old friend, I daresay a lot of people are going to object to your nomination.”
“Myself included,” Skulduggery answered.
“You make more enemies than friends, which isn’t saying an awful lot, but you also make the difficult decisions. You always have. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter. The rest is up to the voters. As duly elected Grand Mage, I now call a halt to proceedings, as I have a crossword to do and some cakes to eat.”
Without waiting for a response, Corrival turned and walked from the room.
“I was not expecting that,” Ravel said in a low voice.
“I’ll vote for you,” Skulduggery said, “so long as you promise not to vote for me.”
Ravel grinned. “And let you miss the fun? Not on your life, dead man.”
As they were walking for the Bentley, Valkyrie caught sight of a pretty blonde girl standing by a long, black car. “Back in