The Boudicca Parchments

Chapter 2

“Okay… now get ready… one… two… three!”

Daniel Klein whipped away the scarf to reveal… nothing. The twins stared wide-eyed first at the empty coffee table and then at Daniel.

“Where did it go?” asked eight-year-old May.

“I don’t know,” Daniel replied with an innocent shrug.

The glass that seconds earlier had been on the table under the scarf had vanished.

“How did you do it, Uncle Danny?” asked Shir, May’s twin, giving Daniel a hug in the hope of bribing the answer out of him.

“I don’t know,” he said in that tone of wonderment that they loved almost as much as the tricks themselves. “It must be magic.”

Daniel Klein was in California for a conference. He had been staying at a hotel in Berkeley, but he had flown down to the basin this weekend to visit his sister and brother-in-law and nieces. They lived in London, in the affluent Jewish area of Golders Green. But this summer holiday they were here in Anaheim, visiting Disneyland and their paternal grandparents. The twins had “invited” Uncle Danny down to see them. He had actually tried to get out of it, explaining that the Bay area was a long way away from where they were staying, even if it was also in California. But try explaining California distances to a pair of enthusiastic eight-year-olds from London!

So now, here he was, entertaining his nieces with some of the magic tricks he had learned as a teenager more years ago than he cared to remember. It was a skill that he had acquired in another phase of his life, and it seemed almost a world away now. But he still had the old sleight-of-hand to draw upon when he needed it.

“Do it again! Do it again!” said Romy, excitedly. Romy was the little one, the five year old who had to compete with her older siblings to get the attention she craved.

“Ah no, a magician never repeats a trick in the same show.”

Daniel had started developing an interest in magic thirty two years ago, shortly after his tenth birthday. At the time, he had not yet put on his adolescent growth spurt and was not the tallish, blue-eyed, dark haired, smooth-looking, confident young man that he was to become in his student years. In primary school, he had been a spotty, nerdy boy and although not exactly the one to get picked on, he was the boy most likely to be ignored. Neither fat nor awkward, he was nevertheless not particularly good at sport, at least not until he discovered a talent for cross-country running. Neither for that matter was he tremendously academically gifted. That too came later. He was intelligent, but a chronic underachiever.

But he was good at chess: good enough to get into his school’s first team. And it was around that time that he had also developed an interest in magic after watching another boy, a few years older than himself, amaze a group of his peers with a series of card tricks, exhibiting feats of legerdemain that astounded him.

For a while, Daniel wanted to be a professional magician when he grew up. So he borrowed books about magic from the library and spent long hours practicing and developing his sleight-of-hand skills. At some point he got to be good enough to have the confidence to show off his skill to his peers and not just his parents. And sure enough, they were impressed.

For the first time in his life, it gave him a sense of power. He could actually hold others in his thrall. He had never really got that from chess. True, he could win about ninety percent of his games, but it never gave him quite the same sense of satisfaction. When he scored a victory at the chessboard, he was beating other people like himself and there was no particular joy in that.

But when he impressed his classmates with sleight-of-hand, using anything from cards to coins to pencils, he felt a sense of victory over the indifference of others that had made him such a loner.

Daniel’s trip down memory lane was brought to an abrupt and unceremonious end by the childish, innocent nagging of his nieces.

“Show us another trick,” said Shir. “Do the one with the coin!”

“What, you mean this one,” said Daniel, pulling a coin out of Shir’s ear.

“What about me?”

“Oh, you also want a coin?” he said, duplicating the trick with May, before she could catch a glance of the concealed coin in his left hand.

Both girls giggled. Little Romy just smiled and whispered in Danny’s ear.

“I saw how you did it.”

Wise beyond her years, thought Daniel.

“Come on now girls,” said Julia, their mother. “The cake is ready.”

“Cake!” all three girls screamed in unison and ran off to the table where orange juice and chocolate cream cake were waiting.

Daniel and his sister exchanged a smile. It was her quiet way of thanking him for keeping the little ones entertained, while she had a chat with her American father-in-law.

They were about to exchange a few words, when Daniel’s mobile phone alerted him to an incoming message. He noticed that the number displayed was unrecognisable. It appeared to be from abroad. But he saw that it was a picture not a text message. He tried to open it, but it was so large that he could only see part of it on the screen unless he shrunk it. When he did so, he noticed that it looked like some kind of a manuscript. He enlarged it again and scrolled around it, but saw that even though the image was large, it was not really in focus.

But the thing that was most puzzling was the fact that there was no covering message — no explanatory text. It was as if the sender had expected him to understand it, without offering him any explanation or summary. The problem was that he didn’t. Because the blurred image — though obviously containing some form of writing — was unreadable.

Perhaps the sender doesn’t know that the image is out of focus.

That was the other problem. He didn’t know who the sender was. The sender’s number had shown up on his system but it wasn’t some one in his address book — at least not with this number — because no name showed up with it.

He pressed the key to return the call. It went straight to voice mail.

“Hallo, I am unable to take your call at the moment. Please leave a message and I will get back to you.”

But Daniel decided not to leave a message, for two reasons. First of all, he was responding to something that had been sent to him. It was for the sender to explain his reasons and tell him what this was all about. He didn’t have to leap through hoops for the anonymous sender. Secondly, the sender was no longer anonymous. It had taken him a few seconds, but as the voice mail announcement played out, he recognized a voice from the past.

It was some one whom he had no particular desire to talk to.