She sat down at the table; she knew from experience that creating an enchantment this far-reaching and complicated would knock her legs out from under her, no need to sprawl on the floor if she could help it. She reached into her bag and drew out a scrap of parchment, an inkpot, and a quill, and jotted down the short phrase. She traced a spikey C — the rune for Pertho, secrets —  on her body at the four cardinal points, then did the same on a scrap of paper. The outflow of magic from her body was shocking. 