“I found it,” he said.
Topher was surprised.
“You did? I was just joking. There really is a spell for creating a homunculus?”
Zorn’s anger dissipated. He couldn’t tell if Topher was lying or not (and he was an excellent liar), but right then he seemed sincere. The book had remained pure. All was well.
“It’s right here, almost at the end. A Spell for the Conjuring of Homunculi, or a Single Homunculus. See also Golem or Brownie.” He read on a bit. “Seems simple enough. Find some human hair and the bones of the animal we wish our Homunculus to use for its bones. Then we bury them in a little hole and cover it with elephant dung. Two weeks later, a being one-sixth the size of the person whose hair was used to create it will arrive on the doorstep.”
“Smelling of elephant dung, no doubt,” G
