CHAPTER 10
I picked up another book, a dusty red one, and added it to my growing pile on the table. I was determined to sift through the shelves and pluck out the books that might be tampered with. I didn’t want to go through another goo explosion.
“Oh, my,” Burk coughed over a small cauldron behind me, in which he was brewing one of the healing potions he called “headache be gone” for Lady Smittin, the duchess Anna used to work for. The whole workshop smelled of an infusion of rosemary, peppermint and thyme.
I didn’t pay much attention to the brewing process as I had already mastered that specific potion. We brewed a new batch every morning, because court members were always having headaches for some reason.
“Because their heads can’t handle the pressure of thinking about ways to fill
