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and familiar. A moment later, she drew out an object wrapped in blue silk and hastily unwrapped it to reveal a solid gold wrist cuff. Egyptian, and over three thousand years old, it would have been the star exhibit in any museum in the world, but it was worth much, much more to Medea.
Now as you already know, without the Golden Fleece, Medeaâs magic was about as impressive as a light bulb in a power cut. However, sheâd hardly be the most successful, wicked, grimly spectacular sorceress in the history of the entire world if she hadnât thought ahead and planned for just such a magical emergency, would she? Which made this ancient piece of gold jewellery the equivalent of her box of candles under the stairs. A special something saved for those crucial moments in a sorceressâs life when her down-at-heel magic simply wonât do.
Now, holding it up in the sunlight, she watched its buttery surface twinkle as sunlight glanced off its engraved falcon-and crocodile-headed gods. Sighing, she felt her mind drift back almost a hundred years to Cairo and the sand-blown Valley of the Kings to the excavation of the pharaohâs burial site led by Howard Carter and his friend, Lord Carnarvon. She closed her eyes, conjuring up Carnarvon in her mind, so dapper in the cream linen suit sheâd made for him, nodding back to her as heâd stepped into the black mouth of Tutankhamunâs tomb. 17
But there was work to do. Giving herself a quick mental shake, she stood up and turned to the shelves, lifting down an ornate wicker box with a brass catch shaped like a dragonâs face, its snout clasping a shining blue stone. Setting it down on the worktable, she heard a scuttling from inside and felt her fingers tingle with pure nastiness.
Because with just one blast of full-strength sorcery, courtesy of that gorgeous Egyptian bangle, that little Texan fly in the ointment would to be out of the way for good.
Leaving Rose utterly alone.
15 Tricky to say, Aeaea is pronounced âI-erâI-erâ as in the phrase âI, er, I, er, wish the place was called something easy, like Corfu.â
16 And believe me, thereâs nothing more disappointing.
17 Lord Carnarvon died soon after, when a shaving cut led to blood poisoning. This triggered talk of The Pharaohâs Curse â a death-spell said to strike down anybody who intruded into King Tutankhamunâs tomb, and indeed, another eight people were to die in spooky ways soon after. However, the truth was that theyâd all admired Lord Carnavonâs tailoring and had asked for the name of his seamstress so that they could all become customers too.
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Meanwhile, down in the Underworld, Alex and Aries were ankle and hock-deep in the cold, salty water of the Cave of Acheron. Squinting in the grey light of the cavern, Alex was trying to make sense of the map he’d torn from Persephone’s magazine whilst Aries was chewing on a clump of rather tasteless seaweed and considering whether the low tide would give him foot rot, which given the day he’d already had would just about put the tin lid on things.
The cave, in case you’re wondering, is the place where the rocky barrier between the Underworld and the Earth is at its thinnest. Back in Ancient Greece, the place was a sort of drippy drop-in for heroes like Odysseus , who’d pop in for a chinwag with a clever ghost. Of course, in those days the River of Pain had gushed through it, a river well-named as far as Persephone was concerned, what with all those bad-tempered carp and snappy eels, so you won’t be surprised to hear that she’d drained it (more or less) and fixed some cheery iron torches into its walls. More importantly, however, she’d used its closeness to Earth to install her own set of royal portals. Not for her the grubbyold way back that Alex and Aries had used in the summer. What? Trudge through the Desert of Disappointment in her best holiday sandals?
Now as you already know, without the Golden Fleece, Medeaâs magic was about as impressive as a light bulb in a power cut. However, sheâd hardly be the most successful, wicked, grimly spectacular sorceress in the history of the entire world if she hadnât thought ahead and planned for just such a magical emergency, would she? Which made this ancient piece of gold jewellery the equivalent of her box of candles under the stairs. A special something saved for those crucial moments in a sorceressâs life when her down-at-heel magic simply wonât do.
Now, holding it up in the sunlight, she watched its buttery surface twinkle as sunlight glanced off its engraved falcon-and crocodile-headed gods. Sighing, she felt her mind drift back almost a hundred years to Cairo and the sand-blown Valley of the Kings to the excavation of the pharaohâs burial site led by Howard Carter and his friend, Lord Carnarvon. She closed her eyes, conjuring up Carnarvon in her mind, so dapper in the cream linen suit sheâd made for him, nodding back to her as heâd stepped into the black mouth of Tutankhamunâs tomb. 17
But there was work to do. Giving herself a quick mental shake, she stood up and turned to the shelves, lifting down an ornate wicker box with a brass catch shaped like a dragonâs face, its snout clasping a shining blue stone. Setting it down on the worktable, she heard a scuttling from inside and felt her fingers tingle with pure nastiness.
Because with just one blast of full-strength sorcery, courtesy of that gorgeous Egyptian bangle, that little Texan fly in the ointment would to be out of the way for good.
Leaving Rose utterly alone.
15 Tricky to say, Aeaea is pronounced âI-erâI-erâ as in the phrase âI, er, I, er, wish the place was called something easy, like Corfu.â
16 And believe me, thereâs nothing more disappointing.
17 Lord Carnarvon died soon after, when a shaving cut led to blood poisoning. This triggered talk of The Pharaohâs Curse â a death-spell said to strike down anybody who intruded into King Tutankhamunâs tomb, and indeed, another eight people were to die in spooky ways soon after. However, the truth was that theyâd all admired Lord Carnavonâs tailoring and had asked for the name of his seamstress so that they could all become customers too.
V
G REEKS B EARING G IFTS
Meanwhile, down in the Underworld, Alex and Aries were ankle and hock-deep in the cold, salty water of the Cave of Acheron. Squinting in the grey light of the cavern, Alex was trying to make sense of the map he’d torn from Persephone’s magazine whilst Aries was chewing on a clump of rather tasteless seaweed and considering whether the low tide would give him foot rot, which given the day he’d already had would just about put the tin lid on things.
The cave, in case you’re wondering, is the place where the rocky barrier between the Underworld and the Earth is at its thinnest. Back in Ancient Greece, the place was a sort of drippy drop-in for heroes like Odysseus , who’d pop in for a chinwag with a clever ghost. Of course, in those days the River of Pain had gushed through it, a river well-named as far as Persephone was concerned, what with all those bad-tempered carp and snappy eels, so you won’t be surprised to hear that she’d drained it (more or less) and fixed some cheery iron torches into its walls. More importantly, however, she’d used its closeness to Earth to install her own set of royal portals. Not for her the grubbyold way back that Alex and Aries had used in the summer. What? Trudge through the Desert of Disappointment in her best holiday sandals?
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