“My little
one, don’t let yer anger accrue,” said Gypsy Jess to Ilirium. “I promise ye
that justice will ensue.”
“I cannot
blame Blaine. The consumption of strong brew affects his brain. I do require
punishment for the other two. What are you planning to do?”
“Leave that
to me, little one. With a host of spells I’ll have my fun. For you I’ll make
them suffer for what they have done.”
“I expect
they’ll be on the run to escape accusation from an inquisitive nun. Sister
Chrusty is very trusty in cases like these. Culprits she can expose with
comparative ease.”
“Bring me my
ball so that I can see where these scoundrels chose to flee.”
Ilirium gave
her the ball and she placed one hand. “They are still on the island, but not in
the land.”
“Gypsy Jess,
I’m not sure that I understand.”
“To the land
of the Scot is what. A blood relation one of them has got. I don’t know which
one it be. The vision is cloudy and I cannot see.”
“It must be
Borium. He has a Scottish cousin by the name of Deplorium.”
“A sinewy
man with a ginger beard has just appeared. He is one to be wary of, but not
necessarily feared. I see bodies bein’ dug from graves and he is the one who
misbehaves.”
“What would
anyone want with the dead? Surely the man must be mad in the head?”
“He doesn’t
dig them up for his own pleasure. All he wants to do is steal the treasure.”
“That is so
debauched. I’m glad it’s you rather than me that watched.”
Jess took
her hand from the ball. “I’m afraid for now that is all. Tomorrow I will try
again to see if I can see the other men.”
“And then?”
“And then soon
will cast my spell. It’ll be the start of their living hell.”
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