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CHAPTER 28

I set about making my protection potions. I could feel the mood of my friends, they were all worried about me, and I knew some of them thought I would be lost forever. I tried to lighten the atmosphere, and portray a confident attitude. I joked and laughed, and even made myself feel better. I had to put aside all my fears and doubts and believe in myself, and my success in this quest.

I decided to do as Charlotte had said, and I made several protection bags. I mixed some with Heather, Pine and Motherwort; others with Angelica Root, Blessed Thistle and Bramble Leaf and more with Caraway, Coltsfoot and Comfrey Leaf. Then I threw caution to the wind and mixed them all together in a couple more pouches; I hoped I was covering all threats.

I had to try this quickly as it was now the end of March. I gathered everyone around and told them I was doing the spell that evening. I knew they were worried; and with all my preparations finished, I made a meal we could all share; I just hoped it wasn’t my ‘last supper’.

It actually turned out to be a lovely meal and excellent conversation. We talked of Intercessors past and I told them how I had met some of them the night before. Now I had faces to put to the stories and felt I knew my predecessors better. They were amazed at this news, and I think their respect rose for me and they began to think this plan would work.

As all good things do; the meal came to an end. We made the room ready for my spell, and, as an extra precaution, I rubbed Geranium and Vetivert oil over my body. Now the time had come, and I could hear little chants from my friends, all of them sending me their luck in their own way. I moved to the table, filled with candles and herbs, took a deep breath, and began.

I ask thee now with honour, to answer this my plea.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The noblest of Royals, I beg of you, please give your council to me.                                                                   

I need your words of wisdom, to help me in this fight.                                                                                              

For all your loyal subjects, I need your strength and mite.                                                                                  

Grant me safe passage, so I may speak with you and learn.                                                                                    

So I can win those against your ways, upon my safe return.                                                                                            

I know I am not worthy, to stand before the likes of thee.                                                                                    

But above all else you are just, please help us the powers that be.

Now all we could do was sit and wait, hoping they would allow me to see them. I had done all I could for now.