SAY, SPEAK, TELL ME NOW THAT WE MAY JUDGE THINE PETITION BEFORE US. XXX “Vercle pesiayarran, maxia Gemory! The mud was awful. I sighed, then took off my soiled, tattered robe, wearing just my tunic in the dry heat of the chamber. Who knew there would be magic spells hidden in a religious tome? Luck? “M-master…” her voice was strained from lack of air, among other things. On a whim, I tapped the netherworld sigil. So I took a deep breath, and intoned the chant with as much volume as I could muster. A big cloud puffed up, which surprised me so much I spun and stumbled forward, waving my arms. Syvargo ravcele Caeloybus occyytuna! I hadn’t even realized that my eyes had been shut…had they been shut? …but I felt myself open them and
