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Druzelle stood in the garden outside the Earl of Campbell’s manor house. With a swish of her hand, she became the image of Sarah, the Earl’s housekeeper. Quietly, she made her way into the dwelling.
As Druzelle passed through a hallway, she happened by a rather dusty cupboard. “Tsk, Tsk what an untidy maidservant you are, Sarah, dear,” she remarked while running a genteel finger through the grime.
Dusting her hands together, Druzelle found herself heading down still another passageway. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks as a chill swept up her spine. Just inside one of the rooms sat the traitorous witch, Yulricka.
Druzelle quickly stepped from view. “What is she doing here with one who hangs witches?” Druzelle stood perfectly still, not wanting to continue past the room. Yulricka was a malcontent in the witch community and possessed a strong telepathic power, though that is about all the witchcraft she did posses; Druzelle feared the other might have the cognizance to see through her disguise.
With quick side steps, Druzelle turned to head down an adjacent passageway. Then she spied something on the floor. Reaching down, Druzelle drew up a miniature silver locket. Crushing the fragile necklace against her chest, she whispered. “Surely this is the same one that Luena always wears.”
Quickly, Druzelle ducked down the other passage that led to the larder. There, she surmised would surely be servants from which she could hear the manor tattle and perhaps find out something concerning Luena.
Druzelle stood outside the manor house once again. “Ignorant peasants!” she howled. “All they can talk about is how high the bread has risen and if snow will come early to the fields. Not a one of them has any good gossiping skills. They are, undoubtedly, the most boring bunch of old crones I have ever seen. Humph!” In a flash, the rotund witch vacated the premises.
Druzelle laid the tiny necklace in Brunda’s outstretched hand. Casting another temporal displacement spell, the two watched the vision of Yulricka jerking the locket from Luena’s neck and tossing it to the floor. The scene faded as the little girl and her assailant moved away from the necklace.
Brunda’s eyes narrowed to slits. “I’ll see that witch become jackal tidbits!”
Eagerly, Druzelle put in. “At least now we know who was responsible for Luena’s capture.”
“Yes we do,” Brunda continued to speak in low, sinister intonations. “When I get my hands on that…” Without finishing her words, Brunda strode across to her work table, where sat her sleeping crystal ball. “I have been trying to find Luena within its depths all day. It must be Yulricka’s doing that no image of the child can be found.”
Druzelle began to wring her hands ruefully. “What shall we do now? How do we avert Yulricka’s magic?”
“I’m not afraid of that traitorous bag o’bones!” Brunda thundered. “Once the moon’s golden fingers touch Luena, she will be able to tell us where she is. We must not underestimate the child’s power, Druzelle!” Then Brunda chuckled to herself. “Yes, Yulricka will wish that she had never tangled with us.”
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