Chapter 1
Then the world had started to fall apart around her. Her work place had “reorganized” and thrown out the old and efficient to give place to the young and the beautiful, being good at your job was no longer a merit. Unemployment was something she had never experienced before and on of the first things she noticed when she spent so much time at home was that her husband was no longer interested in her and that her daughters were like strangers. Depression had followed and in the darkness of her mind, she had been reminded of her past, her roots, and who she truly was. The change had come so gradually over the years that she had not noticed it but once she did see it she also knew what she had to do, she had to be true to herself and her nature.
She let go of the painful thoughts and studied a toad that stuck its head out of the green murky water in the pond. It looked around and decided that she was not a threat, then it climbed out of the water and stuck its tongue under a rock by the waterline, a split second later it started chewing on the bug that it had located.
Life was better out in the countryside, it was there that she belonged and her heart and soul knew it. She had lost her husband and daughters as well as everything that she had worked for over the years, and Alruna and Villa Tiamat had proven to be the best place in the world for her to lick her wounds, pick up the pieces and move on with her life. The roads, trees and rocks all knew her name and the wind would sing her soothing lullabies to help her calm down and get well needed sleep. The flowers bowed to her and the animals never ran away from her, if paradise was a place on earth then it would be right there where she had grown up and where she planned to stay until the end of her days.
The sound of the life around her became to a soft murmur, just as soft as the sound of the blood flowing in her veins and the tranquilly helped her to get into a perfect state of mind. Her fingers found the rocks in her pocket and she extended her mind to touch all living things around her and to be in harmony with the world, then she scrambled the rocks and dropped them on the ground in front of her. She waited until she could feel that the ripples that her movement had caused had faded, and then she opened her eyes and looked at the rocks. The rocks had different colours and markings and that together with their location on the ground would tell her what was happening in her world.
“There will be no rain today or tomorrow,” she told the toad. “Talora needs to look after her hens; the fox has almost dug his way in by now. And look at this…” She stopped to study the stones. “This is interesting, very interesting… a stranger is coming to town. A man. A seeker.”
She picked the stones up again, waited until she was in harmony with the world around and dropped them. This time she puts all her energy and focus on the stranger that was on his way before she looked at the stones. Her face would not have given away what she thought if anyone had seen her, the toad had left when she stopped talking, thinking that it was all that she had to say. She picked up the stones and put them back in the pocket, then she got up and walked away, she had much to do.
Chapter 2
Her potato field looked miserable and the dirt turned into a thick dirt coloured cloud when she walked across it. She carried water to it every evening and it was still dry as dust. Still, it could have been worse; she could have been trying to grow rice. After crossing the field, she walked trough a thicket patch and arrived at her destination, the pole. One great thing about the valley was that radio waves did not work there and everything had to go through the wires, television, radio and all communication. Her pole connected it all and allowed her to listen in to all phone calls done in the valley, a very convenient tool to have since most of the people in the valley would not hesitate to lie to her. She knew for sure that no one would tell her anything about the stranger and that the best was to find out about him would be to wait for the phones to start ringing, and she made her self comfortable by sitting down in the shady by the pole to wait.
She did not have to wait long for the first call; Dinora Berthelot called Rowena Birchman to let her know that an unknown car was heading for the village, a possible night guest perhaps? Jez hoped that the poor soul, who ever he was, had the sense to stay away from Rowena and her cats. Not even cat lovers could handle the complete disaster that Rowena’s pets were for more than a couple of hours at the time.
A field mouse stopped by her feet and sniffed the air. Jez took a fresh green leaf that she turned into a low cup and filled it with water and then she watched the mouse drink the water and eat the leaf.
“Do me a favour,” she told the mouse and then she brushed together some of the dry dirt and spread it evenly on the ground. “Dance before you go, please.”
The mouse bowed and then it danced a few steps before it ran into the thicket and the shade there. Jez leaned forward to read the marks that the tiny feet and tail had made in the dust. Lawinia Appelman would make the next call according to the reading and Jez painted a picture of the old woman in her mind. She would be purring and fishing for compliments as well as information and she would try to give the stranger a gift, with no shame in her old body. Not that old hags like Lawinia ever saw their age in a realistic light, perhaps it was a blessing given to those who were aging, oblivion when it came to the flaws that age caused their bodies. Perhaps she was suffering from the same kind of oblivion without realizing it.
The wire buzzed and Lawinia’s exited voice started chattering as she told her daughter all about the man that Lawinia had sent to her. The man, she let he daughter know, was a healthy specimen and a father of daughters, he would want to rent the guesthouse for more than one night and that would give them time to… the words faded, the words that they never dared to speak out loud just in case someone was listening. Jez grinned at the thought, they were such fools, she could hear them and she could also read between the lines. Bethiah would try to catch the man’s interest as best as she could. That thought was amusing too, Bethiah was far from sensual and seductive, clown meets piraya would be a better description.
***
The stranger walked up to Bethiah’s house and she greeted him. He seemed surprised by her appearance; she was dressed in way that seemed more suiting for a late night bar than a farm, her straight black hair had been pulled up in an elegant knot and her face showed signs of a hasty and ill suiting make-up.
Chapter 3
A bird called for her attention and she got up to follow it, listening to the hags gab was mind numbing and unproductive. The bird led her down to the creek and then up north from there. It did not matter that it was a hot day, she enjoyed the walk just as much as always and she started singing.
Ain't no cell phone towers, you won't catch me online
Workin' with my hands for hours, is how I spend my time
And I don't stand in line for coffee, It ain't my cup of tea
Out here in the country we got everything we need
Ooooh Woooo yeah..
Workin' with my hands for hours, is how I spend my time
And I don't stand in line for coffee, It ain't my cup of tea
Out here in the country we got everything we need
Ooooh Woooo yeah..
“That’s how I like it,” she thought. “That’s really how I like it.” The bird showed her the way up the hill and then down into a dried out brook where a baby bird was crawling around among the rocks.
“Oh you poor little thing,” Jez talked to it softly. “You need to be more careful if you want to stay alive.” She picked it up and turned to the bird that had led her there, “So where do you want it?”
The bird flew up into a tree and chirped and she followed it until she found a nest where she puts the baby bird. The nest had more babies in it and she took the time to look at them all and tell the proud parents how lovely they all were. Sitting up in the tree, she could see far down into the valley and she could see the roof of Bethiah’s house. The man could be there right then and she tried to envision him and feel his essence. She leaned against the trunk of the tree and tuned into the vibrations of the world around her. The heat, the air, the thirst of the plants and trees and she extended her awareness farther down into the valley over the fields and towards the grove around Bethiah’s house.
The air carried the scent of perfume back to her, a desperate act by Bethiah she thought, cheap tacky basil and black pepper perfume dashed on in large quantities as if she was a salad and not a woman. She was probably playing with her hair too, trying to draw attention to her pale and soft fingers, and she would most certainly try to blow some enchanting dust his way. Probably smoked poppy and white lily, anything more refined would have taken her too much time to prepare.
The man… she could feel him and he was not impressed or interested. How curious, what could keep him away from Bethiah’s crude but potent tricks? Jez spread her wings and threw herself out into the air, the heat ruffled her feathers a little and then she found her balance and sailed down towards the grove where the guesthouse was located. She thought it was for the best if no one saw her and she flew in low among the trees and landed in the shadow of a willow. There was no wind, but the air still flowed slowly from him and towards her and she could feel his scent, so manly. He moved around in the guesthouse and she studied him through the window as he opened his wallet and picked a photo to put in the photo frame on the nightstand.
He came out of the house and walked around for at bit. His looks were not unpleasant, though he was a bit shorter than she had hoped for, and he was a bit too skinny. She hid in the shadows and followed him as he walked through the grove and into a clearing where two plants with thick green leaves and purple flowers where growing in the shade. Jez almost gave herself away when she realized that he had led her to Bethiah’s secret stash of expensive and forbidden fruits. Things were getting better and better and she almost jumped with joy.
***
It was such a change from the dry and withered surroundings that he had to stop and take it all in for a while. The air was cool and fresh and under the trees around the clearing, he could see thick green plants with purple flowers in bloom, birds were chirping and the worries of the world seemed so distant.
Chapter 4
“Come right in,” Bethiah purred.
Jez walked into the house and looked around, it was the first time she had been invited to the house so she took her time to study the things in it.
“I’m in the lounge,” Bethiah purred.
The air was heavy with the scent of burning incense and sage, the walls were decorated with amulets, there were green candles burning in every corner, and soft music was playing. Bethiah had not left anything to chance it seemed. Jez reached out and touched several of the amulets and candles to alter the magic in them as she passed by, subtle changes that would not shine through at first.
“Don’t be shy, I’m right here,” Bethiah, said invitingly.
“I’m not shy, Bethiah, just curious. What’s the occasion?” Jez said and stopped at the door.
Bethiah jumped up on her feet with a startled expression on her face, “You!”
“I’m the occasion?” Jez took one step into the room and touched and amulet. “I don’t want to break your heart but you’re not my type.”
“No! Don’t touch that!” Bethiah growled. “I just didn’t expect you to be here. I’m waiting for someone else.” She realized that she was about to give away her secret and she lied to cover it up. “Avigael owes me and she promised to send one of her minions over to entertain me.”
It was easy for Jez to see through the lie but she did not comment on it, “How generous of her. She must owe you greatly.”
There was a mirror on the wall and she walked up to it to have a look, and saw a reflection that could have been her, but it looked horrible. It had no wrinkles, no warts and the teeth were all even and white, her skin looked smooth and her hair was curly golden smoothness. How repulsive.
“Yes she does. Don’t touch that!”
Bethiah stepped between Jez and the mirror and Jez moved on to touching the decorations on a shelf instead.
“Why are you here?” Bethiah asked.
“I was just out for a walk and I decided to drop by and say hi.” She could feel Bethiah’s frustration and she kept on touching things and moving them. “I need to buy mandrake roots too. Got any?”
“No!” Bethiah followed her around and moved things back. “No. You know that I’m not allowed to have mandrake. The laws…”
“Of course,” Jez nodded and lifted a box.
Bethiah yanked it out of her hands, “I have fly agaric that grew underneath a silver birch if you want. It can be a good substitute, depending on what you are making.”
“Lunar Liberate Libation,” she turned a vase around. “The full moon is soon here. Fly agaric won’t do.”
“Rowena might have some,” hope flashed in Bethiah’s eyes, there was a chance that Jez would leave. “I think she mentioned that she still had some mandrake root in the safe keep. You should hurry, before someone else claims it.”
“I’ll do that. Bye!”
Jez was happy to leave, Bethiah was a coward and the confrontation had not turned out to be as entertaining as she had hoped, she might as well go out into the grove instead. It would also be safe to take the mandrake roots as her own since Bethiah had denied having them.
Finders keepers losers weepers.
The mandrake roots could be tricky to move if you did not know how to handle them, that was no a problem for Jez though since she was a high ranked witch. Replanting the roots would cost here several hours of time and she did hesitate for that reason, it would have been more interesting to follow the man and learn more about him, but she decided that he could wait. He had been unaffected by Bethiah’s charms and potions and she felt certain that no on else would be able to trap him either, no that easily.
***
The figure leaned on his car, it was a man, weathered and tormented that came up to the window by his side. “Leave now!” the man whispered loudly. “Leave before it is too late!” He shied away for a brief moment whiles listening to the sounds form the field. “Go! Don’t come back!” His eyes were big with fright, his mouth shivering and his hands shaking.
Chapter 5
Jezebel knew all about it of course and she had not cared about it before. The loss of her family, the loss of the life she had once lived had killed her appetite for life. Until now, the man was a father of daughters and he had a strong quality aura that could resist the lesser witches, a man truly worthy of her time and interest. Fishing for his attention would be an amusing game to play and she had spent the night making preparations while the other witches sniffed around the locked guesthouse where he was sleeping. The old and rather old-fashioned laws limited the action that she and the other witches could take; it was not as easy as filling him with an oblivion potion and making him do what they wanted.
The law clearly stated that they could charm, drug and draw attention but that the man had to make a conscious and free choice to go to them and give them either a physical gift or a sworn promise by the end of it all. If they wanted to use him as a man, of course, minions did not need that consideration since they were meant to break and crumble, bow and obey. Jez cared little for minions for that reason; they were dumb as well as fragile creatures that could not think for themselves at all. Toys for lesser witches, things that could amuse and entertain those who had no real power, they were nothing more.
It was time to start acting, she thought; time to let the other witches that she knew of their little secret. She had followed him around all day and she had seen him go from farm to farm in the search of something. What he was seeking was still a mystery to her though since she never managed to get close enough to him to hear what he was saying to the witches that he met. Then he stopped and got out of the car and walked down to the creek whiles leaving the car unlocked. The lesser witches were crawling in the shadows to follow him and Jez walked up to his car to have a look around. She made sure that he did not see her and then she opened the passenger door and started sniffing around. It had the scent of his family still in it, a tired and stressed out wife, young, tender girls and raspberry candy. The papers in the glove compartment let her know that he was Mr. Wiley Walker and that he lived in a city 300 kilometres away. He had come a long way to find whatever it was that he was looking for.
One of his shirts was laying on the passenger seat and she sniffed it, manly, fertile and tired. He was stuck in a rut, enthralled by every day life, routines and habits, but there was still a tiny rebel within him. She smiled as she pictured a tiny Marlon Brando trying to break out through Mr. Walker’s ribcage. The bag with raspberry candy was empty and the water bottle was almost empty too, but she still thought it was enough for her to fix it up a bit, to bait the hook. The taste would be a bit different, but stale water never tasted well and there was so little of it that he would probably down it all before he noticed the taste.
***
The man stopped by an old tree with a tiny bench by it and Wiley helped him sit down on it before he sat on the ground by the old man’s feet.
“What do you know about witches, son?” the old man said silently.
Chapter 6
A hissing sound pulled her out of her thoughts, something moved in the shadows and she knew that the other witches had found out that she knew about the stranger now. It was no time for daydreaming; she had to get prepared for the next step in getting his attention, and for that, she needed a car. First, she secretly cast a small spell under the hood and closed it and then she walked over to the shadows to talk to the other witches.
“The heat really gets on my nerves. How about you?” she looked straight at Huetta LaVelle that was trying to pass herself off as a rock.
“Uh… eh…” Huetta huffed as she took her normal shape back.
“Interesting car, isn’t it?” Jez continued. “I’m thinking about adding it to my collection. I just need to figure out how to get it back to my place... it’s so annoying when the sheriff drops by to have a look. Not that you have that kind of problem…”
“No, eh…” Huetta giggled nervously. “But I do have a car that might interest you. Uh… eh, it’s blue.”
“Yes?”
“Well, I don’t know much about cars, but it looks nice.” Huetta giggled nervously. “You can come over and have a look at it if you wish.”
Jez thought about it, a blue car of unknown origin, it could be a treasure to keep.
“I’m busy right now, but I’ll drop by later this evening to have a look at it,” she let the other witch know. “I have to get going. I’ll see you later.”
She spread her black wings and flew away as fast as she could, crowing and laughing as she went. What a wonderful day, she was fishing for a stranger and could possibly get his car too and then Huetta offered her another car. There had to be a catch to her offer of course, she would never give away something for nothing, but it might be as simple as her trying to distract Jez from the real catch, Mr. Walker. She flew in a wide circle to see if she could see him and to see if she could spot how many witches there were out there hunting for him. He was out of her sight but she could see several lesser witches making crude attempts for disguises, they were such numbskulls, anyone with more than two living brain cells would be able to spot them.
Then she went back home to make some ice tea and add her special ingredient, Mr. Walker would be drinking it before the day was over if things went her way. She needed to change too, change into something that would make him feel more comfortable. The other witches had tried their erotic creams and prostitute like outfits with no success and she did not want to go near it. Her idea was to make him feel safe and relaxed not hunted and intimidated. She would be lanky rather than curvy, mannish rather than feminine and most of all indifferent rather than interested. There would be other ways to win his interest and find a way to be remembered by him. The third attempt at changing her appearance was the final, it was too time consuming and it could probably not get better than it was.
Then she hurried out to pick a car, her beloved midnight blue Dodge Dakota, and drove back towards the place where she had last seen Mr. Walker. It would be for the best of she was close by when he drank the spiked water so that she could set off the spell before he lost control of his car.
***
Wiley had wasted his time listening to the old man’s drivel. He should have known better, it was obvious all the men left in the area were mad men and senile old fools. The women, desperate as they were, were no witches or evil servants of Satan; they were simply lonely women.
Chapter 7
“Damn you!” he shouted. “Damn you! You don’t exist!”
Jez showed herself and the lesser witches backed deeper into the shadows.
“You’re not real,” he laughed. “You’re not real.”
“I am real,” she told him. “I assure you that Mr. and that you seem to be suffering from heat stroke.”
He crawled around on his knees and studied her feet.
“Come here Mr, you need to get out of the sun and you need something to drink.”
He looked up at her with a dazzled expression on his face, as if he was not sure what to think.
“This is not the time or place for pondering,” she told him and then she pulled him up on his feet. “Come here, I’ve got air conditioning and a water bottle in my car.”
He staggered around like a drunken person and she more or less carried him to the car, put him in it and forced him to drink the water. It was obvious that the drug was affecting him and it was just as obvious that he was hallucinating and that he thought she was someone else. He touched her hair and moved it to the side and then he tried to kiss her, she could not let him do that. It would only count if he knew what he was doing.
“Sorry Mr,” she told him, “I don’t kiss strangers.”
He looked up at her and then he looked around to see the inside of her car, he was back to reality again. She held the water bottle in front of him and he took it. The witches out in the field was hissing and growling and Jez decided that it was time to deal with them and remind them of their place in the world. A gentle tap on Mr. Walker’s head made him fall asleep and be unaware of the world around him.
“Did you really think that I wouldn’t find out?” she looked straight at a lesser witch named Tzeruya. “Perhaps you have deceived me before?”
Tzeruya hissed and got up to throw a dagger at her and she stopped and turned it with a slight move of her hand. Then she mumbled a spell and wriggled her fingers and a bundle of roots grew out of the ground and up around Tzeruya’s feet.
“Such disrespect,” Jez shook her head. “I haven’t made sure that you all know how to treat me. My fault. I promise I’ll make up for it.”
The roots kept on climbing up Tzeruya’s body and covered every part of her; she started crying in pain as the roots grew sharp thorns that dug into her flesh.
“That I don’t show you much interest,” she told the other lesser witches, “is not a sign of weakness. Just as not being interested in worms is not a weakness either. You are just too insignificant for me to care about you. Until now. Now, you have my attention.”
The roots grew up over Tzeruya’s face and into her mouth and nostrils, the blood that was flowing out of her broken skin painted the roots and the ground red. Then there was an eerie silence when Tzeruya could not make a sound anymore and she stopped moving. The roots and thorns turned into an impenetrable mesh and then green leaves started to appear.
“I see you now. I know that you can’t be trusted. I will deal with you all if you don’t stay away from me and my business.”
Flower buds appeared among the leaves and then they bloomed, blood red flowers the shape of drops. Jez walked over to Mr. Walker’s car, locked it and cast a protection spell on it and then she went back to wake him up and move on.
***
The shadows moved, hissed, and brewed. Their catch, their prey was being swept away.
Chapter 8
“I’ve locked your car,” she told him. “It’s safe to leave it where it is. I’ll take you back to my place to cool you off. I warn you though, no funky business. I’m a fully trained master in the noble art of crush-yo-nuts and I will use it.”
He looked at her with confused eyes. “No funky business.” He let her know.
“Good,” she laughed. “I’m Jezebel Jesse by the way, people call me Jez.”
“Wiley,” he replied.
“You shouldn’t be travelling this heat without water Mr.,” she told him. “You’re lucky I found you, this kind of heat might as well have killed you.”
He nodded in reply and looked as if he was trying to figure out where he was.
“There was an old man…” he slurred, “an old man in black talking about witches.”
She laughed it had to be old man Becker, what an old fool, no greater damage done there.
“You seem to have had the trip of your life! Any flying houses? How about a yellow brick road and a scarecrow?” she said and did he best to try to make him feel stupid.
He shook his head, and it was obvious that he was trying to sort his distorted and confused mind out a little. She decided to distract him a bit more and started singing.
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead.
She stopped singing as she slowed down and turned on to the road that led to her house.
“We’re almost at my place now. How are you feeling?”
“Better,” he replied.
“Good, I’m not much of a nurse.”
She parked and got out to help him. He was still weak and she let him lean on her while she showed him the way to her front porch and put him in a comfortable chair.
“You just wait there and I’ll get you something to drink,” she told him and went into the house.
She tested the ice tea by tasting just a little drop and was pleased to find that the drug was very active but still hardly noticeable in taste. It was not a slimy love potion, it was simply a little something that would help him relax and feel comfortable about being at her home, with an extra delayed hallucination touch that would take many hours to appear. Convincing him that he was in need of help and that she was the only normal thing around him was part of her plan.
“Here you go,” she told him when she got back. “The best ice tea you can get hold of in this county.”
He turned and looked at her as she poured him ice tea from a big jug, then he took the glass and drank it all.
“Easy,” she laughed. “Don’t drink it too fast; it will make you feel sick.”
She filled his glass again, and then she filled a smaller glass for herself and pretended to drink a little from it. He looked as if he was about to throw up and pearls of sweat dripped down his face. The drug was working and he seemed to be to macho to admit that something was wrong.
“It’s good,” he let her know and sipped some more from the glass.
“I told you so,” she smiled amused by his lie.
They sat there in silence looking out at the minions that were moving around underneath the trees, he seemed a bit confused but her deception had worked and he also seemed to ignore what he saw and tell himself that it was not real. She watched him relax and accept the situation more and more, and then she turned her attention to the minions instead. They were not hers, she never bothered with such lesser beings, and she tried to figure out who owned them, who was hiding behind them, and why they had been sent there. Well, it was obvious that it was because she had brought Mr. Walker to her home, but she did not know the intent. Were they there to observe or to cause problems? He sighed loudly and she turned to him again, there was love written on his face.
“Who is she?” she asked.
He looked at her with surprise, “How did you know that I thought of a woman?”
She laughed, “You’ve faced death, black old men and witches. Most men think of their loved ones, the things they know to be true, when they face such situations.”
“Anabelle,” he told her. “My wife.”
“You better go back to thinking about her then; reality will be here soon enough.”
They turned back to the silence and she thought about his wife and the power she had over him. She would have to break that power somehow.
***
The eyes in the shadows crawled and moved. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair.” They hissed and puffed. “We saw him first didn’t we, he’s ours. He’s ours.”
Chapter 9
Wiley broke the silence by saying, “This is the best ice tea I’ve ever had.”
“It’s my grandmother’s recipe,” she told him. “I’m the only one who knows the secret ingredient, nowadays.”
“You should patent it. Your grandmother’s ice tea would be a great success all over the world, and you would become rich.”
She laughed, “I don’t care for riches. If I had then I would have stayed in the city rather than moved out here.”
“You come from the city?”
“My mother moved us all there when I was little, I hated it, but what can a child do? Then my grandmother grew old and needed help and no one wanted to care for her so I saw my chance. This is where I belong…” she lifted her hand and pointed out into the grove. “This is where the paths and the trees know my name, where the birds sing my song…” she stopped and looked at him, “It probably sounds silly.”
“No not at all,” he replied. “I know the feeling though it is connected to another place.”
“The place where your wife is?”
He grinned, “That’s it.”
“Do you have any children?”
“Three daughters,” he told her proudly.
“How wonderful, you must be so happy. How old are they?”
“They are five, three and then there is the baby that’s 11 months,” he told her. He picked up his wallet and took out a photo of the girls. “Here, this is a photo I took of the girls last month.”
“Oh how pretty they are,” she told him. “Oh how wonderful. You are truly a blessed man.”
The expression on his face made her wish that she could take her words back; it was obvious that something was wrong.
“I have daughters too,” she told him in an attempt to distract him from his thoughts. “They are living with their father; it’s for the best… I don’t even have photos of them.” She got up and stepped to the side to hide her obvious lie and the emotions that bubbled up within her. “Enough about that. Why are you here and what did you do to your poor car?”
He got up too, “I’m looking for my brother. He got a job in this area over a month ago and we haven’t heard from him since. It’s unlike him and I’m here to see if everything is alright with him.”
She listened to him with great interest; he was looking for a brother, a man that was in the area.
“Do you have an address or a name to tell where he was staying?” she asked in the hope of finding out who had hid the man from her.
“No, all he said was that he would be working on a farm.”
“And how long ago was this exactly?”
“I got the letter in the first week of June but… it must have taken the letter a week to arrive, so he must have gone here in late May.”
She stood silent and looked deep into the shadows while she thought about it. The brother had arrived into the valley right before the last full moon.
“The ploughing had already been done,” she then said. “It was after the sowing of the crops and after the livestock had been moved to the summer gracing on most farms. There was little work for a hired help to do on most farms at that time and that should help you narrow down the farms where he could have worked.”
He looked hopeful and she saw a chance of gaining his trust, they both wanted to know what had happened to the brother.
“I know that the LaVelle’s built a new barn during that time… and I think the Birchman’s dug new ditches…” she thought about it and decided that she had to find the truth without him being there. “Let’s do this. I’ll take you back to your car and help you start it. Then I’ll go back home and make a few phone calls while you go back home to get some rest. Then you can come to me when you are fully rested and I’ll tell you what I’ve found out, and I’ll help you find your brother.”
He nodded, “That sounds great. I don’t know how to thank you enough…”
“Don’t thank me before it is all over,” she smiled at him and pointed to her car.
He walked straight to the car and got in to it and she grinned triumphantly towards the lesser witches, she already had power over him.
***
The shadows growled as the car backed out from the yard and drove away. “No no no! He’s ours, he’s ours!” Then they started moving with the speed of running dogs, panting and barking on the way. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”
Chapter 10
She went to the old hagstone that was located by the dried out creek to summon them all, it was a safety precaution from her side since the huge hagstone would protect her from the other witches magic. Their behaviour lately was a good reason for caution. The hagstone was a large rock that the water had eaten a hole straight through and then the witches had moved it so that it was standing safely out of the water. Not only did it protect the one standing on it from magical attacks but it could also be used to get in touch with the spirits of the world and to see what they saw.
Jez sent her messengers to summon the others and then she made herself comfortable while waiting for the night to fall. Her thoughts wandered through the events of the day, the words spoken by Mr. Walker and then they arrived at her own mention of her former husband and daughters. It was an uncomfortable thought and the memories burned in her mind. Pictures of her husband’s betrayal of her, how he had threatened her whole existence and then the imbecilic lesser witches that her daughters had turned into and their refusal to obey her and the law. Jez shivered slightly when she thought about what they had forced her to do. The fools.
Her daughters had been mislead and misguided by their father and she had showed them mercy because of that. They never knew what happened and how they died. Her husband on the other hand had suffered for a long time before she lost her grip of his life and she lost him to Hel. A few months of suffering had not been enough for her to feel that he had paid for his crimes but some things were out of her control. Removing him and his worthless spawn had also created a chance for a new life for her, a better life, and she was in a way thankful that he had challenged her as he had done.
After that she had taken control over her own life again she realized the true potential that she had, she was the sixth daughter of the sixth daughter after all, one of the most powerful kinds of witch that one could be. She was better than all the other hags in the valley were and she had even greater power before her if she played her cards right. All she needed was to give birth to one more daughter; a sixth daughter and the power of three generations would lay in her hands. Having Mr. Wiley Walker a father of daughters by her side would increase those chances.
The lesser witches started to gather around her, some were calm and respectful while others were crowing and throwing things at her even though they knew that they could not harm her. Something was making them feel more secure and more powerful than they were, those inferior beings truly thought that they could come up against her and win. Their dull minds would have amused her if the matter had not been so serious and about a man. The last of the witches arrived and so did the storm.
Angry cries, accusations and pure fury roared through the air and swirled around the hagstone where Jez was standing. It was an upraise, a rebellion, and the number of witches that joined in grew. Jez raised her voice and screamed at them but they did not calm down and they did not listen. The hate brewed and filled the air with poison, the witches that did not want to join the mob was attacked and forced to join against their will. Huetta and Jerushah dragged lower ranking such as Bethiah and Neria into the crowd and shouted at them. Jez could not hear what they said but moments later, they joined the mob and started shouting too.
Enough was enough and Jez lost her patience with it all. She left the safety of the hagstone and swirled up into the air whiles throwing biting acid sparks around her. Many of the lesser witches wailed, moaned and scattered but some were brazen enough to stay and pick a fight.
***
It was still night but Wiley decided to go to have a closer look at the Chevy he had seen at one of the farms. The air was cooler, he did not risk another heat stroke, and no one would know that he had been there to have a look.
Chapter 11
“Jez help me!”
She heard Mr. Walker cry in panic down among the trees and she flew down to see what was happening. There was a lot of movement and she threw a strong light spell to see it all clearly. He was laying on the ground and several witches were crawling around him while digging their claws into his flesh. They looked up at her and she dived straight down to his body, tapped his forehead to make him unaware of what was happening around him, and then she turned to the stupid hags.
“Aren’t you tired of having yourself around?” she shouted at them. “Well, I’ve got good news; your pathetic lives are over.”
She pulled minerals out of the ground, shaped them to long sharp nails and then she hurled them at the witches with great accuracy. One of the witches managed to reflect some of the needles and Jez cried out in pain as well as fury when one of the dug into her thigh. Stunned to find herself bleeding she lost focus for a short while and most of the witches ran away, but she found her focus in time to stop two of them. Even more furious than before she nailed them to a tree and peeled their skin off while listening to their cries for mercy. As if, she would listen to those pathetic worthless maggots. To make her point clear she cut their tongues off before she killed them.
Mr. Walker was wounded and helpless and she decided that she had to put him to safety before she could hunt down the other hags. His skin was cold and clammy, his breath was shallow and he was bleeding from many deep cuts. He would bleed dry if she did not stop it. She put a mixture of lamb’s foot, knitbone and lavender on his wounds and bandaged them before she wrapped him in her cloak and carried him to her home.
The whole area was silent, not even the creatures of the night moved, it was as if the whole world knew about the lesser witches treason and was holding its breath while waiting for what would happen next. Her wound made the walk even more annoying, not only was he too heavy for her to fly with but she was limping too, a sign of weakness and most certainly something that she did not want any other witch to see. The other witches had not given up and they were not hiding from her, they were out there preparing for their next move. They were getting prepared and she was dragging a half-dead man through the woods, it was as close as she had ever come to insanity, but she had a feeling that saving Mr. Walker would be a good investment.
She dropped him on her hallway floor and did what she could to heal him. It was important to make him think he had been less wounded that he had actually been and she paid extra attention to the deeper cuts and wounds. Some of the cuts would not stay closed and she fell back on a crude but effective method, super glue. Then when all parts were stuck back where they belonged, she turned to her own wounds to patch them up. No super glue though, that was just too tacky for her to put it on her own skin.
Chapter 12
“I told you I’m not a nurse didn’t I?” she asked him.
He tried to shape the words but failed so he nodded instead.
“Just a fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into eh? Didn’t I tell you to go home and get some rest? Did you take my advice? No! You had to go running in the woods like a crazy person. Is that it? You’re crazy and should be locked up? Did you run away from some sort of institution?” She did not stop to listen for answers she just kept on scolding him while she looked at his cuts and bruises as if she had not tended to them yet. “I shouldn’t help you; that would be for the best. Lord knows what kind of mental issues you have.”
She walked away from him and she could feel the fear that gripped his body, he did not want to be left alone, he would follow her. There was no need for her to turn to look at him, she could hear him move and crawl to follow her up the steps onto the front porch. His moans and groans let her know that he was laying on the porch floor and she decided to play one more trick on his mind by creating the sound of a radio and a reporter talking about the heat and people going crazy. He had passed out when she went to check on him and she tapped his forehead again so that he would not wake up before she wanted him to, there were several things that she had to deal with first, things such as Huetta LaVelle that was driving into her driveway at that moment.
Jez disguised Mr. Walker as a pile of dirty laundry and then she walked out to greet Huetta.
“This is it … eh,” Huetta let her know and giggled nervously.
“Is what?” Jez wondered with slight confusion.
“Uh… the car I was telling you about,” Huetta sounded annoyed.
“Of course,” Jez had totally forgotten about it.
She studied the car with great interest without letting her guard down, Huetta had been forced to attack her earlier and she could not be certain that she would not attack again. The car was a blue Chevy -58 and it was in a poor condition, the owner had not taken good care of it. It would take her months to get it back in shape but it was a nice car and it would be worth the effort. What was a greater cause for concern was what reason Huetta could have when she brought it to Jez rather than wait for her to go to Huetta as they had agreed on.
“Uh…” Huetta panted nervously. “I… it’s, I mean I did not aim for you. I just pretended. They made me, you saw that didn’t you?”
“I noticed,” Jez said and opened the hood of the car. “If you are on my side than you won’t mind telling why they are rebelling.”
“Umm… Uh, I,” Huetta grasped for air and then she spoke very fast for a change. “It’s Zelphia, she’s expecting, a daughter, a sixth daughter. Without you in the world, she will have more power. She wants you gone.”
“The sixth daughter is expecting a sixth daughter,” Jez grinned. “That explains a lot.”
“Eh, um, I’m on your side, you are more powerful,” Huetta stuttered.
“And I’m more scary,” Jez laughed.
“Uh…” Huetta looked as if she could not decide what to say.
“The car,” Jez closed the hood.
“You can have it,” Huetta panted. “A token of my servitude.”
Jez invited her to have a seat in the car and then she drove it around the garden to park it in one of the garages. The sound of the motor and one of her spells ensured her that no one was listening and she quickly exchanged information with Huetta and gave her orders to follow. Then they said goodbye and Jez hurried back to wake Mr. Walker up again.
She tapped his forehead and then she hurried into the kitchen and started playing one of her favourite song.
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
She could feel his presence and she welcomed him, served him food and gave him a gift, clothes that he accepted. Things were really going her way at the moment. He was too confused to question her but his mind was still aware enough for free thinking, a perfect condition. He went to get dressed and she looked out into the garden, the lesser witches were gathering again.
***
The shadows crawled and mowed to be able to see through the windows. “No!” They moaned. “No! He’s ours.” Their claws dug into the ground and they crouched, like cats getting ready to strike their prey. “She can’t have him!” They hissed.
Chapter 13
After that, she turned her attention back to Mr. Walker and found that he had gone out to the porch again.
“You should stay out of the sun for now,” she told him, pulled him back on the porch, and made sure that he was well inside the barrier. “I can’t baby-sit you all the time; you are a grown man after all.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just … I’ve never seen anything so beautiful before,” he said as he looked out to the treetops.
“You have to be a city boy,” she shook her head. “Can I get something for you?”
“Some more of your ice tea would be nice, thank you.”
She walked back into the house to get the ice tea that he had asked for, it pleased her that he had asked for something that she knew that he did not even like, he might as well have asked for water. It would be fruitless to drug him much more though, he was still dazed and she needed him to focus. He walked down from the front porch and she extended the barrier to reach around him, she wondered what he was up to but she did not have the time to go to have a look. One of the lesser witches was trying to send one of her minions through the barrier on the backside of the house and she had to stop it. It was a weak assault no a serious attempt to break through and she could easily reflect the attempt and keep the barrier unscathed. The other witches had spotted Mr. Walker outside the house and Jez started to play music to get his attention whiles she finished off the minion.
The music worked and Mr. Walker returned to the porch and waited for her there when she returned with the ice tea. She had changed her clothes at a whim but forgot to change her shoes and she ended up wearing a light dress and heavy boots. Mr. Walker seemed amused but he was too polite to mention it. He quickly emptied the glass with ice tea and gave it back to her so that she could fill it again, he looked childishly happy and his eyes were glittering with the colours of the rainbow. She moved closer to him, into his space, to see what would happen and he started touching her hair. It was time for her to start acting more decisively.
“Follow me,” she said with a soft voice and started walking back into the house again.
He started to follow her and then he stopped and looked around, still dazed and confused. She waited patiently for him and once he turned to look at her, she started to move and dance to the music, using suggestive moves to temp him to follow her. No spells, no demands, just simple human nature. He followed her up the stairs and into the large room that covered the whole floor. It was a comfortable room created with the sole intent of relaxation, happiness and comfort. Everything and every colour in the room were picked with great care so that they would be in harmony and create the perfect emotions. The mandrake roots in the pots were blooming as well as carrying fruits and she stopped to pick a few when she passed them and then she turned to look at Mr. Walker. He was spinning around, looking at everything in the room, with eyes filled with the kind of joy you can find in a child, that still believes in Christmas magic.
“Come here,” she told him, “there is something I want from you. There is something I need.”
***
The shadows threw themselves at the defences around the house, digging, biting, clawing to get through. They spread their wings to fly up to the windows but found that they could not lift from the ground. Crying and wailing they cast every evil spell and every curse that they knew.
Chapter 14
He turned and studied her, it was clear that he was surprised by what he saw. She opened the mandrake fruits and removed the poisonous seeds to prepare them for eating.
“I’ve treated you well haven’t I?” she asked. “I’ve helped you whenever I could.”
“Yes,” he walked over to the sofa and sat beside her.
***
The shadows outside the house took shape, became solid and they called their minions and ordered them to destroy the barrier. Hissing and spitting witches with only one aim, one goal, to break into the house and stop the sixth daughter of the sixth daughter from tying the man to herself. If she succeeded, if she managed to become pregnant with her sixth daughter… then her power would become so great that they would all be her puppets, her slaves. They had to stop her.
Talora ordered her minions to dig their way in, Jerushah focused on the spells that created the invisible barrier whiles Behira and Zelphia were literally whipping up a storm. Mehalia and the lesser witches were cooking and brewing but they did not share what was in their caldrons.
***
“Here, taste these,” she said and gave him fruit. “I’ve been glad to help you. People need to look after one another or this world will fall apart. Don’t you think?”
“Yes,” he nodded and ate the apple-scented fruit.
“I know it’s a big gift that I will ask you for, even though it won’t cost you much…”
The attack on the barrier made her weaker as she sent most of her power to the defence. He put his arms around her as if he saw he weakness and tried to give he strength.
“It’s OK,” he told her while holding her gently. “Just ask.”
“I’m worried that you will think less of me…” she said and used her weakness to lure him in.
“It’s OK,” he said and kissed her forehead.
“I’ve lost my family. I’ve lost everything I loved… and I’m growing older…” she stopped as if she hesitated, another attack on her barrier was calling for her attention.
***
The sky was full with dark clouds and Behira and Zelphia started directing the lightnings to the barrier around the house, lightning after lightning struck and made the ground shake. The shaking ground made the tunnels that Talora’s minions were digging collapse and she roared in fury when the ground swallowed them, and then in triumph when a crack in the barrier became visible. Jerushah rushed there to take control of the opportunity and Mehalia ordered her minions to dig out the dirt-covered minions from the collapsed tunnel and fill the hole with the brew that she and the lesser witches had brewed.
***
She struggled to keep control over both situations but found that she had to let him go for a short moment while she handled the lightnings that were being thrown at the barrier. There was a crack in the barrier, she had to focus, and she had to keep it shut. The house was shaking and she could feel the power drain away from her, slowly but steadily.
“What’s that?” he asked her.
“Thunder,” she let him know. “I hope it means that it will rain.”
Her whole essence was trembling from the attack and her effort to hold the barrier shut. A gnawing pain touched the barrier and her skin and she had to ignore Mr. Walker as he put a blanket around her.
“It’s OK,” he let her know. “It’s OK.”
“I promise you, what happens here stays here…” she whispered in his ear with great effort. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he said.
She could not hide the pain and her eyes filled up with tears when another attack hailed down on her. Mr. Walker was there caring for her, touching her gently and kissing away her tears, strange how her weakness could attract him like that. Then she could feel his confusion, he moved back a little and he was in deep thought.
***
The witches cried in triumph when the crack in the barrier opened even more, they were winning! Just a little bit more and they would be able to break through and go inside.
Chapter 15
Mehalia’s poisonous brew cooked and bubbled in the pits, one last ingredient and the brew would erupt, spray acidic corrosive fumes on the barrier, and weaken it further. She looked around for the ingredient and found Lawinia Appleman standing by her side. “That will do,” she though and then she pushed the old hag into the brew. Nothing happened at fist other than Lawinia’s hissing curses and desperate clawing to get up from the brew. Mehalia kicked her back down and then the brew started to bubble and get ready to erupt…
***
“Anabelle,” he whispered.
“She will never find out,” she whispered with pain dripping from her breath. “What happens here stays here.”
“What is it that you want?” he asked.
“A child of my own. Before it is too late…” she shivered and trembled, the burning pain was all over her. “The pain… the sorrow is eating me.” She touched his hand gently, “I understand if I’m asking too much, but I assure you, she would never find out. Never.”
***
The witches and their minions cheered when Mehalia’s brew erupted and the acid made the barrier even thinner. Soon, soon…
***
The pain ripped through her, her defence barrier was fading, they would be able to come through soon. Mr. Walker seemed insecure since he had remembered his wife, she was about to lose him and she had to focus more on him again.
She moaned in pain and hugged him hard, “Please…”
“I have to find my brother,” he mumbled. “I have to find Trent.”
“Help me,” she begged with a pitiful voice, “and I will help you. I’ll help you find him in the morning.”
He was hesitating, stalling, and she had very little time left so it was crucial for her to win him over quickly.
“You know how to find him?” he asked.
“Yes,” her voice trembled and sweat shaped pearls on her skin.
***
Claws, fangs and fingers reached through the crack in the barrier and they gnawed it to tiny fragments, crushed it as if it was an eggshell. They were only moments away from breaking through.
***
He kept on hesitating and she was too weak to push him, she had to focus on holding the crack in the barrier together for as long as possible. Their fangs and claws were already finding their way to the inside of it.
“Help me find him first. Help me find Trent and I will help you,” he told her.
“I promise to find your brother and take you to him,” she said with a clear soft voice, relieved that he had finally turned the way she wanted him to. “Do you promise to help me once I have reunited the two of you?”
***
Behira and Zelphia shot lightning after lightning at the weakened barrier, not caring about the minions that they killed in the process. Talora cracked her whip and forced her minions back to the crack and through it, and once the minions where through they started tearing the barrier down as if it had been built with cardboard boxes. It all came tumbling down …
***
Jez cried out in pain and curled up into a ball, “Promise,” she moaned, “promise.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked with worry. “Are you ill? Do you need a doctor?”
She was shivering from the pain as well as the attack, she would not be able to keep it all together for much longer. His care for her was sweet but all she needed was a promise. Just one simple promise and she would be able to focus fully on taking the lesser wishes down.
“Promise,” she whispered. “Promise first.”
“I think there is someone at the door,” he told her. “I’ll go open it and then I’ll call for help.”
He tried to get up and she clung to him he had to be stopped from willingly going to the other witches and opening the door for them.
“Please don’t leave me like this. Not without letting me know first.” She begged.
He looked at her with pity and he tried to comfort her.
“I promise,” he told her. “You promise to help me find my brother and I promise to help you once I have met him again.”
“I promise,” she told him.
Chapter 16
She had his promise and she had no reason to give him attention any longer, neither did she have a reason to keep the defence up; the minions were already on their way up the stairs. She got up on her feet to stand between them and him.
“Back down!” she roared. “Step aside and let your owners though.”
The minions fell to the floor and crawled back down again and moments later, the witches ran into the room squealing and crowing. Behira threw a lightning at Jezebel, and it faded and disappeared.
“I have his promise,” Jezebel said with a loud and domineering voice.
The lesser witches moaned and shivered in fear, several of them fell to their knees and started to beg for pardon, claiming that they had been misled or forced, but Jez sisters stayed on their feet and they looked at her with defiance.
“A promise is not a daughter,” Zelphia crowed well aware that she was already carrying a daughter.
“The power is not yours, not yet,” Jerushah hissed and then she sent venomous snakes towards Wiley.
Jez laughed and turned the snakes into colourful butterflies what flew out the windows.
“I might now have the ultimate power, yet, but I’m still the sixth daughter of the sixth daughter and I am stronger than you, and still stronger than Zelphia,” she reminded them.
Talora pouted and put her hands back in her pockets without trying to throw the spell that she had prepared. Behira had fury and lightning in her eyes and she stepped up to face Jezebel.
“I curse…” she cried at the top of her lungs, “I curse… I curse…”
“Yes?” Jez asked and grinned at her.
“I curse… I curse… I curse…” Behira cried louder and louder but she was unable to finish her curse.
Mr. Walker was watching it all with big horrified eyes, but she had to deal with him later.
She stopped Behira by putting a fruit in her mouth, “One of you have something that rightfully belongs to me.” She let them know. “Where is he?”
All witches and lesser witches moved away from her in one sweeping movement.
“Who took him?” she roared with a demanding voice. “Who betrayed me first?”
“It was Huetta!” Bethiah squeaked, “She took him!”
Jezebel turned to Huetta, “Is this true?”
“No!” Huetta whispered with pretended fear in her voice.
“It’s true; it’s her who took him!” Bethiah insisted. “Ask her about the car!” She said with a vindictive smile. “Ask her where she got it!”
“Huetta LaVelle!” Jezebel called. “Come here and tell me about it.”
Huetta crawled across the floor, moaning, “I got him,” she whimpered, “I got him.”
“And the Chevy?”
“It’s his,” Huetta moaned.
It all made sense then, Huetta had given her the car to cover up her own crime.
“I told you so!” Bethiah crowed. “I told you!”
“Yes, you did,” Jez turned to her. “And when did you plan on telling me about the man staying in your guesthouse?”
Bethiah looked ad Jez in horror and then she backed into a corner.
“Give him to me Huetta,” Jezebel demanded.
Huetta moved, called her minions and ordered them to get her prisoner. Jez sat down beside Mr. Walker, put her arm around him and tapped his forehead to send him into oblivion.
It took her well over two hours to remove the unwanted from the house, kill the traitors and get rid of their bodies, even though several of the lesser witches had turned sides and helped her out. She also held as short ceremony where the lesser witches that had turned to her side swore the oath of servitude and death. They would be her slaves for all eternity or die because they stopped. Huetta’s minions had brought her the missing brother, Trent, and she had cleaned him up, lifted his spirits and convinced him that the best thing to do was to never tell his brother the truth about what had happened. In return, he would be a free man again and Jez would protect his freedom.
She went back to Mr. Walker and the big room, tidied it up a bit and tapped him on the fore head.
“Your brother will be here soon,” she told him. “I promised to find him didn’t I?”
Mr. Walker moved and looked at her with startled eyes, “What are you?”
“I am your friend Wiley Walker, I’m the one that promised to find your brother,” she smiled at him softly and touched his shoulders to pass a calming spell to him.
“What are they?” he looked at her and pointed out into the room.
“Who?” she asked and pretended that she did not know what he was talking about.
He looked surprised as he looked around and found nothing of what he had expected.
There was a knock at the door and Jez left him to go to open it, she gave his brother a few last instructions and made sure that he would stick to his promise.
“And here he is,” she smiled at him as she came up the stairs, “the lost brother.”
The brothers hugged and she almost purred with joy. She got him and her power would be greater once he fulfilled his promise.
Chapter 17
She insisted that the brothers should stay as her guests so that she would be able to keep an eye on them and steer the conversation in the direction she found suiting. Trent told his story very well considering the fact that he had only had a couple of hours to create it and she supported him when his story seemed weak. Then she had made sure that Wiley truly thought that he had suffered from a heat stroke and that he told his brother about it so that it would lessen the pressure on his mind. Sharing a bad experience would make it seem less serious.
The air was cool and the nature was filled with greens and flowers the day that Wiley and Trent left Alruna to drive back to the city. Jez had encouraged Trent to stay with Wiley’s family for a while and Wiley had welcomed the idea. She also bought Trent’s car and gave him extra cash to spend while visiting his brother as well as a small hagstone on a piece of sting to carry around his neck as a “good luck charm”. Without telling him that it would protect him against magic since she feared that he would give it to his brother.
***
She had dealt with the lesser witches and made sure that she had their respect and fear, she would not make the mistake of taking them for granted again. It had to have been her human life in the city that had made her blind to reality, but the wake up call had truly opened her eyes. They needed to be controlled with a firm grip and she gave them that control, holding on to each and every on of them with icy iron claws. Her way of ruling could probably be seen as cruel but those who were obedient were rewarded with a matching kindness as well as other advantages. It was of great importance for her to keep them in control because she wanted to make certain that her future daughter would be safe until she could protect herself.
***
The full moon and the winter solstice would be on the same day and the power of magic would be even greater than during the rest of the year. Jez could feel his restlessness and her heart followed him as he left the safety of his home to go to another city. He did not think that he was going to visit her but deep inside a small part of him knew where he was really going. She followed his moves, felt the changes in the worldly energy and she knew that he was coming to stay with her and that he would stay until his promise was fulfilled.
Eager to see him again she transformed into the woman he knew and then she opened the door before he had even knocked on it. The full moon shined in his hair and on the snow covered garden and she laughed in joy when she saw him. He had finally come to her. They hugged and they kissed and she could see all his worries and all his hardships flow away from him like dirty water. He relaxed and followed her into her home and she danced around while making him tea, serving him fruit and singing.
I've got a Mandrake Root
It's some thunder in my brain
I feed it to my babe
He thunders just the same
Food of love sets him a flame
I’ve got the power baby…
I've got the Mandrake Root
Baby's just the same
He still feels a quiver
He's still got the flame
He slows down, slows right down
I've got the power…
It's some thunder in my brain
I feed it to my babe
He thunders just the same
Food of love sets him a flame
I’ve got the power baby…
I've got the Mandrake Root
Baby's just the same
He still feels a quiver
He's still got the flame
He slows down, slows right down
I've got the power…
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