After a few minutes, Amanita had scratched out a circle in the dirt, lined it with rune-carved gems swiped from Circe’s bags, made an equilateral triangle with candles, and put the blunderbuss in the center. Before Bitterroot knew what she was doing, Amanita had lit the candles and her horn was glowing. She’d closed her eyes and was muttering something. Bitterroot opened her mouth to ask something, but closed it almost immediately. Not now.