Chapter ONE - Weebly

have said that this was a finding spell. And he felt
certain that if he were to cast a revealing spell he would
see that golden yellow light he had glimpsed in the
King’s Chapel crypt. The conjurer had found him.
Knowing that he hadn’t much time, he ducked back
around the corner, away from Diver and the others, and
then found a narrow byway. If the conjurer struck at
him with the right spell, it would overmaster his
concealment charm. The last thing he needed was for
Sephira and the conjurer to attack him at the same time.
Once he was out of sight, he pulled his knife from
his belt and pushed up his sleeve. Before he cut himself,
though, he remembered the mullein leaves that Janna
had given him. Pulling out the pouch he quickly counted
out how many remained. Eleven. Three spells, if the
castings were to amount to anything. After that he
would have nothing but blood to use as a source for his
conjurings. He pulled three leaves from the pouch.
“Tegimen ex verbasco evocatum.” Warding,
conjured from mullein.
He felt the stone tremble, and he knew that the
conjurer had felt it, too. But immediately that ethereal