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to the heart of things…”
i shook my head。 “tell me your name。”
the jumble of knuckles and rubies shifted in her lap； the stones glowed in the firelight。
‘my name is vida winter。 i went through the necessary legal procedures in order to be able to call myself by that name legally and honestly。 what you want to know is the name by which i was known prior to the change。 that name was—“
she paused； needing to overe some obstacle within herself； and when she pronounced the name it was with a noticeable neutrality； an utter absence of intonation； as though it were a word in some foreign language she had never applied herself to learning： “that name was adeline march。”
as though to cut short even the minimal vibration the name carried in the air； she continued rather tartly； “i hope you’re not going to ask my date of birth。 i am of an age at which it is de rigueur to have forgotten it。”
‘i can manage without； if you give me your place of birth。“
she released an irritated sigh。 “i could tell you much better； if you would only allow me to tell it my way…”
‘this is what we have agreed。 three facts on public record。“
she pursed her lips。 “you will find it is a matter of record that adeline march was born in saint bartholomew’s hospital； london。 i can hardly be expected to offer any personal guarantee of the veracity of that detail。 though i am an exceptional person； i am not so exceptional that i can remember my own birth。”
i noted it down。
now the third question。 i had； it must be admitted； no particular third question prepared。 she did not want to tell me her age； and i hardly needed her date of birth。 with her long publishing history and the date of her first book； she could not be less than seventy…three or four； and to judge by her appearance； altered though it was by illness and makeup； she could be no more than eighty。 but the uncertainty didn’t matter； with her name and her place of birth； i could find the date out for myself anyway。 from my first two questions； i already had the formation i needed in order to ascertain that a person by the name of adeline march actually existed。 what to ask； then？ perhaps it was my desire to hear miss winter tell a story； but when the occasion arose to play my third question as a wild card； i seized it。
‘tell me；“ i began slowly； carefully。 in the stories with the wizards； is always with the third wish that everything so dangerously won is disastrously snatched away。 ”tell me something that happened to you in the days before you changed your name； for which there exists a public record。“ educational successes； i was thinking。 school sporting achievements。 those minor triumphs that are recorded for proud parents and for posterity。
in the hush that followed； miss winter seemed to draw all of her external self into her core； under my very eyes she managed to absent herself from herself； and i began to understand how it was that earlier i had failed to see her。 i watched the shell of her； marveled at the impossibility of knowing what was going on beneath the surface。
and then she emerged。
‘do you know why my books are so successful？“
‘for a great many reasons； i believe。“
‘possibly。 largely it is because they have a beginning； a middle and an end。 in the right order。 of course all stories have beginnings； middles and endings； it is having them in the right order that matters。 that is why people like my books。“
she sighed and fidgeted with her hands。 “i am going to answer your question。 i am going to tell you something about myself； which happened before i became a writer and changed my name； and it is something for which there exists a public record。 it is the most important thing that has ever happened to me。 but i did not expect to find myself telling it to you so soon。 i shall have to break one of my rules to do it。 i shall have to tell you the end of my story before i tell you the beginning。”
‘the end of your story？ how can that be； if it happened before you started writing？ “
‘quite simply because my story—my own personal story—ended before my writing began。 storytelling has only ever been a way of filling in the time since everything finished。“
i waited； and she drew in her breath like a chess player who finds his key piece cornered。
‘i would sooner not tell you。 but i have promised； haven’t i？ the rule of three。 it’s unavoidable。 the wizard might beg the boy not to make a third wish； because he knows it will end in disaster； but the boy will make a third wish and the wizard is bound to grant it because it is in the rules of the story。 you asked me to tell you the truth about three things； and i must； because of the rule of three。 but let me first ask you something in return。“
‘what？“
‘after this； no more jumping about in the story。 from tomorrow； i’ll tell you my story； beginning at the beginning； continuing with the middle； and with the end at the end。 everything in its proper place。 no eating。 no looking ahead。 no questions。 no sneaky glances at the last page。
did she have the right to place conditions on our deal； having already accepted it？ not really。 still； i nodded。
‘i agree。“
she could not quite look at me as she spoke。
‘i lived at angelfield。“
her voice trembled over the place name； and she scratched nervously at her palm in an unconscious gesture。
‘i was sixteen。“
her voice grew stilted； fluency deserted her。
‘there was a fire。“
the words were expelled from her throat hard and dry； like stones。
‘i lost everything。“
and then； the cry breaking from her lips before she could stop it； “oh； emmeline！”
there are cultures in which it is believed that a name contains all a person’s mystical power。 that a name should be known only to god d to the person who holds it and to very few privileged others。 to pronounce such a name； either one’s own or someone else’s； is to invite jeopardy。 this； it seemed； was such a name。
miss winter pressed her lips together； too late。 a tremor ran rough the muscles under the skin。
now i knew i was tied to the story。 i had stumbled upon the heart the tale that i had been missioned to tel