[ Prophecy. Prophecy, why does that word in combination with the names of Strange and Norrell? Lambert's nose wrinkles, lapsing into silence once again. After a moment, the memory comes to him. ]

Strange told me he started being a magician after some man under a hedge sold him spells and gave him a prophecy. [ He says. Of course, fat lot of luck getting what the details were. Nonetheless, just how many prophecies can be attached to one man? It must be the same one. ]

Did the prophecy say anything about him getting himself cursed and trapped in the first place? [ His withering tone says he doubts it. Prophecies never have anything useful like that. ]