Seymour eyed the Acrobat, who was busying herself tying her arms into knots. “Why isn’t squishy lady over there barking orders at us then?”
“She’s not really thebarking orderstype. Also, she’s dead.” Myrna shrugged. “It may only affect the living. Not to mention this ink was used to write music! It hasn’t been played, and that may be required for the magic to have the intended effect.”
“So, we got a bunch of musical stuff that can make somebody do something if it’s played?”
“Yes!” Myrna frowned. “But I’m not sure what.”
“Why not?”
“I can read the music, but I don’t know the language of the lyrics.” Myrna looked at King. “Do you?”
“Ah, giz a look!” King nodded. “Bring ’em over to me.”
Myrna peeled one of the sheets from the door to present it to King.
“Ah, yes. Thanks. That’s grand.” King squinted his flaming orbs. “Yes… I see.”
“Well?” Lou prompted.
“Yes, it’s all very clear now.”
“What?”
“I can’t read.”
Lou slammed the closet door shut.
“Superior, my ass,” Day mumbled.
“Day!” Seymour gasped.
“What? He started it!”
Lou rubbed his forehead, scowling as his shoulders bulged. “Myrna?”
“Yes, Lou?” Myrna frowned and straightened out her apron. “Do you want some tea?”
“No, but thank you. I need you to tell me what those music sheets can do.” Lou replied. “There’s huge chunks missing, like someone was trying to pull them out from under the door?—”
“Oh! Someone was for sure!” King said cheerfully through the door. “I did hear lots of ripping paper!”
“Shut up.”
“Sure, I can’t though.”
Lou’s eye twitched. “What contacts do we have who can read ancient whatever the fuck this might be? Norse? Icelandic? It might be something completely different like Elvish or fucking Klingon for all we know. We need to find someone and we need?—”
“Hey.” Seymour stepped away from Sariel, clearing his throat.
“What?” Lou glared.
“Was there anything else or what? I came, I saw, I opened a door, and now I’d like to fuckin’ jet. ’Cause I still have some crazy faerie dudes to make happy or else my ass is grass. Literally.”
Lou’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. “What is it now?”
“We located the head of Talos as directed by Absolis and Vilanos, but the brain, the inner workings and the source of Talos’s power, is gone,” Sariel replied. “We have been given direct orders from Talos and the Fae King to locate it and were supplied with a list of locations to track down themostriribelliperpetrators. The nature of the timing of this information’s usefulness is, however, quite questionable.”
“Fucking fae shit. Typical.”
