October 7 th. An object

It was as the Marquessa glided by, paying her as littel notice as the rushes beneath her feet, that Eleanor noticed what was hanging from her belt. She stifled a sharp intake of breath. her eyes widening as she shrank back , trying desperately not to draw attention to herself. She followed the woman with her eyes, wanting to see ti again, to prove to herself that she wasn't seeing things. The Marquessa paused, leant over the carved wooden statue of a dog and ran her hand across its head.
"You girl," she said, addressing her remarks to Eleanor with an imperious nod of the head, "This is filthy. Get a cloth and clean it again. The next tiem, I'll have you whipped for being lazy."
As she spoke Eleanor kept her head bowed demurely, closely examining the wrought silver medallion hanging from teh Marquessa's belt.
It was what she thought it was, she was sure now. It was an amulet for calling upon dark magic.
At the centre of the medallion was the figure of a man with the head of a goat, it represented Ghara, the god of the underworld. At the four cardinal points around Ghara, she could see the eleven runes that represented earth, air, fire and water. These were the powers that she called upon, in the name of Lineth, the Lady of the Dawn, the godess of light and life.
Bored with berating an unresponsive servant, the Marquessa suddenly turned and strode away. The medallion bounced up and down against the maroon silk of her skirt as she walked. Eleanor shuddered.