She grimaced and put the book away, trying not to think about how others' memories of her would be affected by that little stunt that had cost her the magic in the first place, not to mention the magic she used to place those tracing spells on her new lackeys. She replaced the tome in the satchel and inspected the other book; a fresher, much newer booklet, considerably thinner than her own. The one master had found in the dead prince's room. Its existence alone raised so many questions, none of which she could really answer without consulting the mistress again.