Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Jezeel rushed over as they entered The Escarabajo Pelotero cafe they had arranged to meet in.  Leading them to a corner table, she added “It’s escalating quickly, we don’t have time for any difficult spells, we’re going to have to resort to….”

“Resort to what?” asked Frella with a worried frown.

“Well…. er,  resort to faster more efficient means than magic spells, I guess. Physically restraining her until we can sort something out.  If we can catch her!”

“Whatever do you mean, catch her? Look Jez, just calm down and tell us what’s happened.  And your wig’s slipped a bit, poppet, that’s it, bit more to the right, there you go.”

“Eris has gone off in a red racing car.”

“What, with the elephant head? Oh, was it one without a top? I was wondering how she’d have got that head inside the car!”

“I think you’re missing the point, Truella,” Frella said. “As usual.”

Jezeel explained how Eris had overheard a group of distinguished looking executive type men chatting in a restaurant about the race track they’d all been on that afternoon, and decided she wanted to do it, and there was no talking her out of it.   With a sense of foreboding Jezeel had followed her there and witnessed Eris drive the red racing car like a maniac, overtaking every other driver and racing past the finishing line and beyond, into the car park outside and off up the motorway in the direction of Segovia.

“Let’s order breakfast,” suggested Frella. “We don’t even know where she’s going.”