“May their bones be boiled and gorged
by hounds from Hell!” Ilirium heard Gypsy Jess yell. “Somehow they’ve managed
to break the spell.”
“But how can
that be so?” cried Ilirium. “Breaking of spells is something they wouldn’t
know.”
“Tis my
assumption that the bearded one be the one with the gumption. I’m afraid the
ball don’t give me much. It’s very blurry and cold to touch.”
Ilirium
looked at her in dismay. “You mean to say that they’re not going to pay?”
“Little one,
it all be very confusing. First I have to find out what they’ve been using. Someone
must have a notion of brewing a potion. It has happened to me before in days of
yore.”
“It matters
not what happened then. You have to try again.”
“Little one,
let ye be told. It pays not to be so bold; especially when the ball is still
cold. Spells that are cast could return threefold.”
“So, all we
can do is wait and pray that we don’t befall the very same fate?”
“Like I
said, three times worse. That be the power of the rebound curse.”
Ilirium
became panic stricken
“Yes,” said
Jess. “Thrice the size yer tongue will thicken.”
“But how can
one be three times lame?”
“Yer legs,
yer arms and pecker be doing the same.”
Ilirium’s
stomach began to churn. “Please make the power of the ball return!”
“The ball
works in mysterious ways. Sometimes the power goes away for days.”
“Please try
to restore its power. We can’t wait for days, not even an hour!”
“My little
one, yer face be awash with gloom. We cannot stop impending doom.”
Suddenly the
ball began to brighten
And in hope
Ilirium’s fear began to lighten
“Jess, is
that a good sign?”
“Yes, my
little one. It looks like we will be just fine.”
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