“So, we should probably get this done as quickly as possible?” asked Charles.
“That would be inadvisable” Sandra replied firmly. “See my left hand? There’s a history in scars there.”
“So? That wasn’t your fault.”
“No, it was Robert Haversham’s fault the accident happened, because he rushed things.”
Having escorted Sandra from the garden that first night, they had eaten well and passed a pleasant evening before each retired to their separate rooms. The following day Sandra had insisted upon spending as much time as possible conducting research in Charles’ extensive library before the time came for the rituals to begin.
“You hired me because I know about this stuff, right?” she asked, looking at Charles over the bridge of her nose.
Charles raised an eyebrow, glanced down then nodded. “Yes”.
“Then trust me”.
“We need to place things out carefully, and make sure that we get it right. You know we aren’t playing at Ouija here, this is the real deal. To perform even one of these rites is difficult, to merge as many as we are is downright stupid, but we’ll do it anyway because I know what I’m doing and you paid me a hell of a lot of money.”
“Fine, so what do we need to do?”
“You need to listen to me, and do what I say when I say it.”
“You’ll see. Now, please hand me Bacchus’ vial and Leandra’s compass and we’ll get started.”