Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 101<br />
not so much that he can make Gold <strong>and</strong> Silver, or the Divells<br />
to become Subject to him, as that he sees the Heavens open, the<br />
Angells of God Ascending <strong>and</strong> Descending, <strong>and</strong> that his own<br />
name is fairely written in the Book of Life.’ He would live forever<br />
in his dark robes, wrapped in his ecstatic visions, <strong>and</strong> his lamp<br />
would never go out, for it would be fuelled by Oil of Eternity.<br />
Phryne closed her books <strong>and</strong> glanced out the window. It was<br />
darkening towards dusk. She heard the tree branches scrape the<br />
glass. The wind must have changed. I am getting uncommonly<br />
jumpy, she told herself.<br />
Surely no one was really trying to make a philosopher’s<br />
stone in 1928? It sounded both ridiculous <strong>and</strong> impossible. The<br />
instructions <strong>and</strong> recipes were all vague <strong>and</strong> where, exceptionally,<br />
they weren’t vague, they were all different. If Ashmole said that<br />
one used mercury, bole ammoniack <strong>and</strong> saltpeter <strong>and</strong> Robert<br />
Fludd said that the same operation was achieved using slaked<br />
lime, verdigris <strong>and</strong> oil of tartare, then how could the chemical<br />
result be the same?<br />
Phryne, in common with all girls at her school, had learned a<br />
little chemistry, known with a jolly laugh as ‘stinks’. She recalled<br />
watching as the teacher poured mercury into a chamber <strong>and</strong><br />
heated it. Phryne had seen it oxidize into a red powder, then<br />
she had watched in amazement as the powder had been heated<br />
again <strong>and</strong> little beads of silvery metal had popped up out of the<br />
oxide. That was alchemy, Phryne thought.<br />
She got up <strong>and</strong> washed her face. She was losing her sense of<br />
proportion.<br />
But if he wasn’t trying to make a philosopher’s stone, why<br />
did Simon Michaels have those parchments in his pocket, <strong>and</strong><br />
why did an honest shoemaker like Yossi Liebermann burn his<br />
l<strong>and</strong>lady’s table with chemical experiments?<br />
It promised to be an interesting evening.