"Hmm, this is very interesting, indeed," the Lady of the Lake mused, turning to a bookcase crammed with volumes of every esoteric size, shape and theme. "A real allegory - let me see what old Easton's has to say about Southern Jasper."

Jasper - (Heb. yashpheh, "glittering"), a gem of various colours, one of the twelve inserted in the high priest's breast-plate (Ex. 28:20). It is named in the building of the New Jerusalem (Rev. 21:18, 19). It was "most precious," "clear as crystal" (21:11).

Also, in Job 37:9, the word "south" is literally "chamber" used in the sense of a treasury.

"Bizarre - I understand Venus being the planetary correspondence, especially where the color in question is green. And the self-fed tree is obviously the Tree of Life...now could something about a certain Mary be the embodiement of mystery here? The grotto reference is clear to me - could the Southern Jasper be the Grail?"

Blanche shifted in her seat and felt the mantle of the White Popess descend across her shoulders. Without thinking, she murmured, "There is a certain chapel, a sacred space I must visit soon, for I have been absent from Brittany for too long, too long..."

Far away, in Salem, Miss O found herself on the receiving end of a surprise email from an English lord who claimed to be an acquaintance of Ms. Maddie, so immediately Olivia read the electronic greeting with suspicion:

Dear Mademoiselle Peyton,
A mutual acquaintance, Ms. Madeline Lacroix, has kindly given me your email address as a person who may be interested in penning esoteic stories for a new publication in the works called Agrippine, an occult-inspired compilation of fem-dom literature dedicated to that classical Sibyl whose symbol was the whip. Please contact me directly should you wish to submit your work for this exclusive volume which I intend to be bound in the finest leather...or perhaps rubber, I have not yet decided which material to be more appropriate for the elite audience this publishing landmark will no doubt attract.
E. Earle, Lord Bootes

"Gods, kitty, this Earle chap sounds pretty...out there...he must have read my Cybetsybil whip women stories or something, which aren't about fem-dom or BDSM at all...Gods! How could Maddie give him my email, what a slag hag. Oh well, I best just ignore him, she can have the lord of the manor, right?" And Lucky smiled the smile of Sekhmet - a very secret smile, indeed.






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