“I think
that something be coming through!” cried Jess excitedly as her crystal ball
turned bright blue.
“I’m so
happy for you,” said Ilirium sullenly. “What good can it do?”
“Damn and
blast!” yelled Jess. “Balls of today weren’t made to last!”
“Goodness me,
Jess!” Beryl cried. “What has got you so harassed?”
“I don’t be
getting future. It’s only giving past.”
“But how can
that be? What do you see?”
“In the land
o’ the Norse I be seeing the wayward monks. Beryl, come here and see these
Viking hunks.”
Beryl went
to look at the ball. “Jess, ah dinnae see anythin’ at all.”
“Stupid ball
has decided to stall.”
The image
came back and they gasped in surprise
“Beryl, look
at the Viking’s size! A whopper like that could win a prize!”
“Aye, nae
wonder the wee monk has got tears in his eyes!”
Ilirium
jumped up in exasperation. “Are you two eying fornication?”
“Yes!”
replied Jess and they giggled with elation.
“You are
supposed to be helping my situation!”
“Ain’t
nothin’ I can do about that right now, little one. “Let Beryl and I just have a
little fun.”
“I’d get rid
of that ball if I were you,” said Shear when she came through. “It’s about to
expire and that’s what they do. Seek to titillate and bring nothing new. It’s
what is known as crystal blues. Please put it away for now, Jess. I have some
news.”
“What do you
want to be sayin’, dear? Did the voice speak? What did ye hear?”
“The plant
that is used for their potion is not of this globe. My guide did deftly probe.”
“Globe?” queried
Ilirium. “I’m confused. Surely that’s the wrong word that you’ve used.”
“No. By
globe, I do mean world. That’s what my guide relayed to me and what she has
unfurled.”
“How can you
listen to that?” exclaimed Ilirium. “Everyone knows the world is flat!”
“No, not at
all. All of us live in a great big ball.”
“If that was
the case we’d slip and fall.”
“It disnae
matter whether it’s flat or sphere,” said Beryl. “The question is how did the
plant get here?”
“On silver
ships that can fly, came other beings from the sky. They were devoid of
compassion and extremely sour, and their presence alone made everyone cower.
But it was the plant that they brought that gave them power. It has yellow
leaves and a little black flower. Its size is about a human foot in length, and
when the leaves are consumed, one acquires great strength. The flower doesn’t
go to waste, and when mixed in water, it forms a thick paste. When one holds it
in their hand, one is in total command. And if one can withstand the smell,
consumption of this will make or break any spell.”
“That is
totally absurd,” said Ilirium. “I don’t believe a word.”
“Well,
believe it or not,” said Shear. “I was told where to find and now I’ve got.”
“Little one,
one thing you have to know about Shear is that she’d never lie,” said Jess.
“So, Miss de Lite, shall we be givin’ it a try?”
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