Thursday, July 10, 2008
Harold scribbled some notes on a sheet of paper, looked up the reference in a second tome, growled* and buzzed Jasfoup.
The demon sauntered into the office several minutes later, still with a dab of whipped cream on his chin. “You have something stuck…” Harold pointed to his own chin.
“Thanks, old bean.” Jasfoup’s long tongue snaked out and found the offending blob. “Devious and I were having a race,” he said. “I won, of course. You rang, m’lud?”
“Why didn’t I get a cream cake?”
“Nobody’s had a cake, Harold.” Jasfoup winked.
“I--” Harold swallowed. “I came across this reference in the spell for conjuring gates but I’ve no idea what it refers to. The Blue Fish?”
“A well known portal.” Jasfoup smiled and flipped the reference book to see the title. “As I thought,” he said. “Trust me on this: No good will come from any spell you learn in “Ye Apprentice’s Tome of Amusing Cantrips.”
* a combination of frustration and hunger