The wizard knew that the secret of the magic spell is in the spelling, in the words with dual definitions that can bring the kind of short-circuits that alter brains, behaviours and bring shifts in reality. Wether the spells brought good or bad depended entirely on the allegiance of the wizard.
A good wizard is one of the pure of heart, as much as the angel-witches, and this is why the magic choses him, why he becomes as the copper metal to this most divine electricity.
The wizard would feel the very matter of his body move into sonic vibrations to match the positive universe, the divine spirit, before the magic came. For this reason he saw spells and miracles as one and the same.
The wizard had once sought the powerful to pay for his magical abilities, yet he felt how it disturbed the magical current to flow in such ways. For the past few decades he had lived to help the farmers, the peasants, make their communities more happy and safe. For since Excalibur had been reclaimed by the Lady of the Lake, no king worthy of his talents had ascended to the throne.
"As far as we can tell this far since the event, for the signage of the Magna Carta they brought in a powerful 'evil wordsmith,' or 'bad wizard' as they called them then, to take control of the king and enable them to take control of the people. Everyone involved is dead. Nobody to hang for this treason. However, the result was the word 'rent' took on an entirely new definition. 'The rents of the land,' in the days of John Locke, or 'rent' was the produce of the land, and they changed the definition to convey a concept that what they produced was owed to another even before they produced it! Ha! Scoundrels! They were scoundrel days! Anyway, the bell is about to ring and I'm starving, so, unless there are any more questions from the class?"