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Ars Magica 4th Edition
Ars Magica
The Art of Magic
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The Art of Magic
Fourth Edition
Charting New Realms of Imagination™
Fourth Edition
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Ars Magica, Fourth Edition
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Development, Editing, Layout, and Project Management: Jeff Tidball
Development, Editing, and Layout: John Nephew
Fourth Edition Design Contributions: Bill Brickman, Bob Brynildson, David Chart, Nicole Lindroos Frein, Geoffrey
Grabowski, Peter Hentges, Lydia Leong, Marc Philipp Messner, John Nephew, Chris Pramas, Wade Racine, Roderick
Robertson, John Snead, Jeremy Strandberg, Jeff Tidball, and Robbie Westmoreland.
Original Ars Magica Design: Jonathan Tweet and Mark Rein•Hagen
Contributing Authors: Shannon Appel, Bill Brickman, David Chart, Sam Chupp, Ken Cliffe, Christopher Earley, Chris
Frerking, Geoffrey Grabowski, Kevin Hassall, Peter Hentges, Lydia Leong, Aaron Link, Dave P. Martin, John Nephew, Wade
Racine, Mark Rein•Hagen, Carl Schnurr, John Snead, Jeremy Strandberg, Jeff Tidball, Jennifer Clarke Wilkes, and Travis
Lamar Williams.
Journal of Antoninus of Jerbiton: David Chart
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
 
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Chapter I
Introduction
Extracts from the Journal of
Antoninus of Jerbiton, formerly
William of York
pass our other time in labor and study of the Holy Bible.
There is great wisdom in such simplicity, as St. Bernard says.
I, William, write this with my own hand. Adelard wrote
the above with my help. I wanted the opening of this book
to not be marred by my poor Latin.
T he third day of Advent, in the year of our Lord eleven
T he Feast of St. Hugh, in the year of our Lord eleven hun-
hundred and ninety nine.
dred and ninety nine.
In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, the holy Virgin
Mary, and Ailred of blessed memory.
In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, the holy Virgin
Mary, and Ailred of blessed memory.
Fulk of Cîteaux visited the monastery today, and the
abbot summoned me to a conversation with him. He want-
ed to read my book, and I brought it to him. He asked me
many questions about my studies, and my life as a monk. He
seemed happy, but I do not understand what he wanted.
May the God of Majesty who has watched over my life
watch over the pen with which I write it, lest I stumble in
the retelling. I am William, called of York for I was born in
that city, and I am an oblate at the monastery of Rievaulx. I
came into this world of suffering in the year of our Lord
eleven hundred and eighty six, and it pleased God to take
my mother to Him at my birth. In my eighth year my father
died, and my uncle gave me as an oblate to the monastery,
where I have lived since. I shall take my vows as a monk
next Easter, and never leave the monastery thereafter.
T he Feast of the Circumcision, in the year of our Lord
May the Lord Jesus Christ, the holy Virgin Mary, blessed
Bernard, and Ailred of holy memory have mercy upon me
and guard my soul.
I was given the book in which I record my life by Fulk
of Cîteaux, a monk of our Order. He has visited this
monastery many times, and is much in conference with the
abbot. He has shown a great interest in me, and I do not
believe Geoffrey’s suggestion that his interest stems from a
mortal sin. I believe that Geoffrey will be a bad monk and
bring scandal to our Order, but God alone shall judge.
I have left the monastery. Fulk of Cîteaux, who is nei-
ther Fulk nor of Cîteaux, came for me and took me away. I
am sitting by the fire in a camp, surrounded by men of war,
and Julia who is Fulk is watching me write from the other
side of the fire. I would leave, but I have nowhere to go.
Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison.
I shall tell the story of these days calmly. Fulk who is
Julia came to the monastery on the Feast of the Innocents.
He went to see the abbot, and I was summoned to speak to
them again. Fulk asked me more questions, and then stared
at me as if he could look into my soul. Perhaps he could.
When I returned to the novices they were all whispering
The abbot gave Fulk permission to grant me this book,
and required that I obey his command to record my life. The
monastic day is unchanging as the eternal God is unchang-
ing: we pray seven times per day, as the psalmist says, and
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C HAPTER I
I NTRODUCTION
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about me, and Geoffrey said wicked things about Fulk. His
imagination fell far short of the truth.
I am sitting in my room, which is lit by a fire which
never goes out. The worm which never perishes will come
for me when I sleep, for this is an unholy place, surely cut off
from the love of God.
Yesterday I was summoned again to the abbot, and Fulk
was with him once more. The abbot seemed distracted, and
told me that I was to leave the monastery and go with Fulk
to his home. I was shocked, because the abbot has always
preached firmly that monks must stay in their monasteries. I
began to protest, but he stopped me, telling me that I was
sworn to obedience. I left, but it was not true. I have not
taken my vows yet. I could have disobeyed him and
remained. Instead I left.
It does not look like the mouth of Hell. It is a stone
manor house, well built around three sides of a courtyard,
the fourth side closed by a wall with a gate in it. Two towers
rise from the rear corners, and there are people busy within
it. It even looks something like a monastery, but without a
chapel. There is no chapel, and no church in the village.
Truly, all those here are lost, and I am among them.
Fulk spoke to me before I left the abbot, and told me
that we would leave before dawn. I own nothing, and so
brought nothing but my clothes and this book. Fulk met me
in the cloister, and we left in the half dark. Fulk quickly led
me away from the road, and I heard voices ahead, and saw a
camp fire. Fulk led me to the top of a hill, and stood between
me and the rising sun.
When we arrived it was clear that Julia had come home,
for everyone rushed around to make her welcome. She sent
a servant to summon a council, and led me to a large cham-
ber in the rear of the house. In this room stood a large table,
round like Arthur’s, and she sat in a chair finer even than
the abbot’s, with her name carved on the back. She told me
to stand behind her and keep silent. As I waited, the others
came.
“Watch and learn,” he said, “for this is your destiny.” I
faced the old man, dressed in the plain white habit of the
Cistercians, and for a moment nothing happened. As the
sun rose above the horizon, a darkness spread through his
robes, and through his hair, his skin became fair, and his
body changed, and I thought that a demon had surely pos-
sessed him. Perhaps it had. The white habit of a monk
became rich robes of deepest blue, decorated with shining
silver, and I was frozen to the spot as ice seemed to clutch at
my heart. The old man was gone, and a beautiful woman
stood before me. The silence of that moment seemed to last
forever, as she seemed to gather the disappearing darkness
into herself.
The first was a man, small and thin, dressed in robes of
deep red, the color of blood. He brought with him a smell of
burning, and there was ash on his hands. The second was
another woman, taller than Julia, and very pale, dressed
entirely in white. Her cheeks and forehead were covered
with scars in an intricate pattern, as were her hands. In one
hand she held a dagger which glittered like ice, and she
toyed with it throughout the council. They had entered
through the door by which we had come, and I was sure then
that I was in a house of demons.
Then a bird, a raven, flew in through one of the win-
dows and settled on another chair. In a moment it had
changed to a man, small, with dark hair, who sat naked in
the seat, staring at me with hungry eyes.
“I am Julia, follower of Jerbiton, and I am your mistress.”
The words broke whatever spell held me there, and I turned
to flee back to the monastery, but men from the camp had
climbed up behind us, and one of them caught me.
One chair remained empty, and I fixed my eyes on it to
avoid looking at the others, who were talking in Latin, too
quietly for me to follow. As I watched, the final councilor
appeared in the chair, appearing from nothing amid a stench
of rotting flesh. He was robed in rough brown, and his face
had the pallor of a corpse. I was about to run, but Julia had
seized my wrist, and I found that I could not move. She
spoke to the assembly.
We walked all day, the warriors guarding me so that I
could not flee, and Julia leading the way. We camped short-
ly before sunset, and I watched carefully to see if she would
change back. She did not, only performing some ritual.
Now, she watches me across the flames, and I see my soul in
hell, watching her through the flames for eternity. Lord have
mercy, Christ have mercy.
“Sodales, this is William of York, my new apprentice.
He is under my protection.” I am sure that the raven looked
disappointed at that.
T he Feast of Epiphany, in the year of our Lord twelve hun-
May our Lord Jesus Christ protect me, the Blessed
Virgin Mary send angels to guard me, and Ailred of holy
memory intercede for me, for I am in the den of vipers, yea,
the very house of robbers.
Then I was sent from the room, and guarded by two of
the soldiers who had come with us from the monastery, until
Julia emerged to lead me to my room. And now I sit here,
and dare not sleep. Oh lord, save me from this place.
dred.
 

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