Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques
At last the weekend was over. What had been acheived was anyones guess, certainly Truella couldn’t have said if it had been a success from the organizers point of view or not. One thing was abundantly clear: the witches were not cut from the same cloth as the nuns and the pious gravity of some of them had been anathema to the witches. But not all of them, it had to be said.
When Truella had wandered into the library, ostensibly to look for material on the frog sisters, but in reality just wanting a break from the constant presence of so many others, she was initially disheartened to find someone else had the same idea. Sassafras was curled up in an armchair poring over an old journal. She started guiltily when Truella walked in and quickly closed the leather bound volume.
“Oh please, don’t mind me. Carry on reading,” Truella reassured her, “I just came in here for a break. Point me in the direction of the local history section and I’ll not bother you.”
“Are you interested in the local history?” Sassafras asked, genuinely curious.
“Obsessed, more like!” Truella laughed, and proceeded to tell the story of the dig in her garden. She hadn’t intended to go into such detail and at such length, but Sassafras was interested and asked all the right questions.
“You seem very knowledgable about the history of the area,” Truella was prompted to invite Sassafras to come to her house to see what she’d uncovered. “I assume they let you out of here sometimes.”
Sassafras laughed. “Not very often, but I escape. I tell them I’m collecting herbs in the woods. Want to know a secret?” she leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I’m not really a nun, I’m only here because of the place. This place,” she sighed and her eyes had a faraway look, “This place, the history, oh my dear you have no idea, it’s rich beyond imagining for ancient history.”
The conversation that ensued had been illuminating for both of them, and they had agreed to keep in contact. Sassafras had given Truella a bundle of old journals to smuggle out of the Cloisters, written in the early 16th century.
Now all Truella had to do was get the journals home without being detected. It would require an effective cloaking spell, and she wished she had more confidence in her own magic.