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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate

... asked. “I imprisoned her beneath Jabal al-Dukhan.” Aaliyah gasped. “That is a terrible place.” Christy tried to concentrate on the conversation, but the crone's words itched at her mind. “Why?” Kyle demanded. “It is the Ghul's prison,” Aaliyah answered. “I thought it was more of an oubliette?” Britney asked. “A hole that people are thrown in and are never retrieved.” “It is,” Zaritha answered. “To open the prison the four elements must unite. The Ghul possess none, that is why the prison is in their territory. There are many holes, but I know which pit she was thrown in.” “I assume there is some sort of guardian,” Kyle sighed. “The Ghul. We would need their Sheikh's agreement to set foot on the mountain.” “How did you get his agreement a thousand years ago?” Britney asked. “I gave him a hundred fresh corpses from a battlefield. He was most appreciative.” Christy's stomach churned. “That is disgusting.” “They are Ghul's,” she shrugged. “Disgusting fits them very well.” “What if we didn't have the Ghul's permission?” Kyle asked. “Christy can teleport us with her staff. Could we not zip in and out.” Zaritha cocked on eyebrow. “Perhaps. It could be risky. We might be attacked by the Ghul's while we were there. The locks can take a few minutes to open and the Ghul are allowed to feast on any mortals that wander into their territory. They will swarm if they smell fresh meat.” “I think we can handle that,” Kyle shrugged. “The concubines have proven their skill.” “Thank ...

... you, Master,” Lois smiled where she lounged with one arm around Alexina and the other around Mindy. “If we do this, it must be during the day,” Britney declared. “Ghul's are creatures of darkness. Look to Christy's staff for proof of that truth.” “Definitely. Ghul's are perilous at night,” Zaritha agreed. “Once we have the Ifrit's, do we try and get the Ghuls as allies?” Fumi asked. “They sound disgusting.” “The Ifrit's provide much of Rashid's power base,” Britney said. “Once they are brought to our side, we shall have three tribes versus Rashid's one. Do we need them at point?” “So we attack!” Fatima exclaimed, jumping up. “We can take the fight straight to Rashid and topple his stupid regime.” Kyle nodded. “Once we have the Ifrit, we crush Rashid and set the Djinn to right.” “It is a good plan,” moaned Hawaa.” “Quiet,” hissed Ms. Capello, landing another blow on her red ass. “Then we should retire for the evening and strike at dawn,” Aaliyah said. “I think there is some research I need to do,” Christy frowned, still puzzling over the crone's words. “Kyle, can you wish for my spellbooks I left behind? That should fall under hearth, right Aaliyah?” Aaliyah nodded. “They are possessions of yours.” “Then I wish for them,” Kyle said. “Why do you need them?” Her books appeared in a neat stack. “I'm not sure. There's something I read that might be important. Sable, let's do some research.” “Sure, Mistress,” her witch concubine smiled, scooping up the books. “On?” “Unity.” ...