Brother Gane’s Escape: Part I

Gane instantiated the hres he’d chanted up earlier in the day and watched as it enveloped his flit in shimmering darkness—a close match to the Benhá below. The silky circles and strands of moonlight were not part of the hres; they were not reflections either. Instead, they were reimagings of the moon displayed in proper perspective to any observer. That meant that someone watching him on the same plane would see what looked like night water on the bottom half and nothing but near blackness on top. He had not been able to include the Dovetail library, but he had made the edges of the effect indistinct, so in silhouette at least he wouldn’t look exactly like the Old Solex Guy spiriting away a teenage girl on a flit.

Gane buckled his kit bag to the deck directly behind the pilot’s sling and pulled a plastic case out. He opened the case to find a pair of goggles. He hoped the extension Brother Zimdaris had chanted for him connected as promised. It did. When Gane donned the googles and looked up to the flit he found it easily. In fact, it looked like it was bathed in daylight though it didn’t light the surrounding flit pad. Gane chanted a hack and brought the brightness down to acceptable levels.

Hopping into the pilot’s sling, Gane secured the safety line and, seeing a green light for launch, punched the fans. He and the flit rocketed twenty meters upward.

247 words on day 704

Day 124: A Prayer for Circuitry

This entry relates to previous material tagged as solex.

Gane placed three fresh saffron leaves in a small clay mortar and added a pinch of pure silica sand. He muddled the mixture. Before the aroma and scant juice could soak into the clay he sprinkled the mixture onto the circuit board. Gane injected a brief thanks-prayer that the herbs spread evenly over the surface. Even a veteran monk could botch an install with clumps. He attached the leads and dialed up a test current.

He placed that board aside and repeated the maneuvers for five more boards. The utility room warmed with the gentle aroma of saffron honey and circuitry.

Next, Gane collected the seven hexagonal solex panels from the balcony–two were hot from exposure to the sun, the other five cool. He put one of the hot ones on the floor at his feet and attached the mahogany spacers at each of the six corners. Kneeling with a cool one in his lap, he mounted it to the first, quickly added a joiner to the one in his lap, and mounted a third to the first two. He rotated the group one panel clockwise and added a fourth. In this manner he joined six panels to the first to form something of a strange bowl.

The spacers acted as jumpers between the panels so he could now pass a current through all seven. He did this.

Gane checked his watch. Ten or so more minutes to steep the boards in saffron.

Rather than taking a moment to eat, Gane strengthened this minor hres with prayer.

I should probably define hres somewhere–since I haven’t.

Word count: 280