“Oh, I don't know about that, Gwerth. I've a hunch it wasn't you at all.”
“Eh? Of course it was me. Twasn't your exotic matter that chased us yesterday, screaming like banshees.”
“Not entirely, perhaps. Here's what I think happened.” And Professor Penrose explained the torsion foliation and excess exotic matter displacement—and the whorl built into the chamber wall at Göbekli Tepe to absorb that excess.
“Eh? You're sure about all that? You make it sound like some science experiment.”
Culann smiled. “What I suspect, now, is that the excess absorption unit at the Montefortino Fanum somehow malfunctioned.”
Procter Gwrtheyrn Jézéquel peered at him. “Causing an overload in exotic matter, and making it spill over into the firmament?”
He smiled. “Manifesting as Ether, or for that matter, as
