All That Is Fallen by Brendan Carroll

Author:Brendan Carroll
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781478146629
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2012-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve of Twenty-Two

Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen trouble.

“This is an odd place. What is it that you do here?” Raziel looked about the brightly lit laboratory where Lavon and Christopher Stewart worked their ‘magick’.

“I make things we can no longer buy.” Lavon sat down at the counter and adjusted a small flame under a bubbling flask of amber liquid. “Ordinary things for the most part. Batteries, soap, toothpaste.” The French Knight laughed slightly. “Nothing earth-shattering, but I try to make life a bit easier for my Brothers.”

“What is that you are brewing?” The warrior clad in deceptively gentle lavender raiment leaned forward to scrutinize the flask.

“Mouthwash.” Lavon shrugged. “It is a vanity, I suppose. I am also working on a new perfumed bath oil. The ladies are tired of roses and gardenias.”

“Ahhh. Ointments.” Raziel’s radiant face grew even brighter. “I prefer the earthier smells of leather and myrrh. Have you tried frankincense? It is an ancient remedy for sadness. Tried and true.”

“I don’t have any here. Things are hard to come by. I have used pine sap to scent some nice cleanser for clothes and such. But it does not make a good base for use in the bath. We would smell like clean water closets. The ladies prefer the flowers. Verbena and jasmine. Things like that. I have made some very nice fragrances with ginger and cinnamon, but these are better suited for the men, and even those things are becoming scarce now. The ladies like to smell them, but they don’t want to wear them.” Lavon explained.

“So you have different smells for women and men? And women prefer that men should smell one way while men prefer that women should smell another?”

“I suppose so. Quite simply put.” Lavon nodded and watched the creature drift about the lab, inspecting everything closely. Raziel reminded him vaguely of Mark Andrew’s son, Lemarik. He was extremely curious. “Women and men have varying tastes. It is part of what makes us different.”

“I see.” The angel picked up a crystal dome set on a black onyx base and peered into the foggy depths. “But what is this? I can smell both men and women here.”

Lavon slid from the stool and approached him cautiously. He had learned very quickly to keep his distance from these strange warriors. They did not like to be touched.

“I’m not sure what it is.” Lavon stood close by, but not too close. “Sir Ramsay’s son brought it from New Babylon and gave it to me. He does know what it is or what it is used for, but he thought it was something special. He bade me keep it for him until he has time to experiment with it.”

“And what have you learned of it?” Raziel seemed fascinated with the swirling fog within the crystal dome. “It moves.”

The warrior’s movements reminded Lavon of a parrot.

“I haven’t been able to do anything with it.” Lavon admitted.

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