where it licked the wizards ' quarter it burned blue and green and was even laced with strange sparks of the eighth colour , octarine ; where its outriders found their way into the vats and oil stores all along merchants street it progressed in a series of blazing fountains and explosions ; in the streets of the perfume blenders it burned with a sweetness ; where it touched bundles of rare and dry herbs in the storerooms of the drugmasters it made men go mad and talk to god .