Once again, I had to really think through the words the kids spoke to make sure I got the meaning right.
"So, cast the spell on Bootstrap and you'll then both go in?" When Lexi nodded, I shrugged. Lexi knew how to sneak and far be it from me to second guess her. In this area, the younger girl was the master.
Since we were in no huge rush, I decided it was best to take my time to cast right. I pulled out a thin shawl I kept as a prayer surface when on the go. Placing it on the ground with the longer edge facing east/west, I stood behind it facing the direction of the rising sun and recited the first chapter of the Holy Quran. I'm sure my two friends watched me curiously as I spent the next few minutes alternately sitting and kneeling on the shawl, giving praises to Almighty Allah in a language they didn't know. I wouldn't know for sure what they were doing, though, since my mind and soul were fully invested in supplicating myself to the One God.
When I was done, I immediately turned to Bootstrap and proceeded to recite my well-practiced formula for improved invisibility. It was a spell I had learned from my Wuxing Master in Singapore, making it a little alien to my tradition. Still, Wuxing and Islam have much in common, and my Master had worked with me to bridge the gap once we determined why pure Wuxing wasn't working for me. I was pretty sure we'd worked all the kinks out, although I'd taken several hard knocks getting it right.
Then again, maybe not.
For an instant I felt the gratification that came from casting a successful spell. Bootstrap began to fade from view when...
BAM!
Although I was kneeling, the blow of the mana backwash still knocked me off balance and I dropped on my butt. Only the use of one hand kept me from collapsing to the ground. The sensation was not unlike being whacked upside the head with a bamboo staff, something I experienced many times from my first Master, a Shinto mage-priest, who was certain my struggles under his tutelage were due to laziness on my part and not a total disconnect between Shinto and Islam. How the heck was I supposed to follow a tradition of ancestor and royalty worship, with icons to boot?
Lexi was with me almost instantly and with her help I collected my wits and sat back up. In response to her concerned look, I assured her, "I'm alright. This happens sometimes. You two get going and I'll watch you from here. I need to so that the spell on Bootstrap will keep working."
As the two of them left, concerned looks on their faces, I settled myself where I could keep watch on the warehouse using astral sight. I should have no problem keep both of them, although particularly Bootstrap in sight as long as necessary.