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CHAPTER 26

Not wanting to discuss anything until I had digested all the information; I set about replacing the furniture and clearing away the pots of herbs. Eventually I called a meeting and we sat once more in the kitchen, and talked about what had happened with Gwion Bach.

‘Well it seems I must go to see the Kings and Queens of the Fairies, has this happened before, and how do I get there; more to the point where is there?’ I asked my friends. Everyone spoke at once and I had to calm them down to understand anything I was being told.

What I learned then had me more frightened than anything I had faced so far. It seemed only one Intercessor before me had dared go to the other plane, which the Royalty resided in. No one knew, for certain, what had happened, but tales were spread that she never even got to see the Royalty. She had not been protected well enough, and the evil souls and spirits that haunt the outskirts of the plane itself, had taken her and killed her.

I shivered, then noticing all eyes were on me, I lifted myself up and said; ‘well I had better be well protected then.’ With that one sentence as the end of the meeting, I left to look in my spell book and see what I could come up with. I sat for hours over my book and still found nothing suitable. I was beginning to think there was no such spell, when a thought flashed to me.

I sat with a pen and paper and thought for a while, I wrote down words and then looked at them, changing the odd one here and there. When I was eventually happy with it, I went downstairs and made a potion of Bay leaves, Cedar and Red Clover. I added this to some chamomile tea and went back to my room. I then said a spell of my own, my first of many, which I later added to my book.

Intercessors of times past, and those of times to come,                                            

I make myself ready, as I sleep here in this home.                                              

Come to me in my dreams, and put my mind at rest,                                           

Hear my plea to join forces and help me in my quest.                                      

Bring forth to me the knowledge, to find the perfect spell.                       

I have faith in your wisdom, I will listen well.

I then drank the concoction, put some bay leaves under my pillow and settled down for the night. It wasn’t perfect but I hoped my spell would work. I certainly needed all the help I could get.