“Grissie, the Council would like to see you.”
Griselda looked up from the pot of Wart Stew she was boiling
and stared aghast at the blond twig standing in front of her. She looked the
young witch up and down. She was wearing a pink hat of all things. Griselda turned her attention
back to the pot and continued the incantation the young witch had interrupted.
“Grissie, ignoring me won’t make me go away. The
Council demands your audience and as you know…”
Griselda sighed. “My name is Griselda, even to my friends,
you impertinent wench.”
“Pardon me, Griselda. The Council has sent me to escort you
to the Grand Wizard’s Chambers.”
“What for?”
“Excuse me?”
“What does the Council want with me? I no longer pay dues,
as I am sure you know. I went on my own long ago.”
“One does not just leave, as I am sure you well know. You
used to be the best Punisher the Council had. I grew up admiring your work. I
wanted to be just like you… that’s why I joined.”
“You wanted to be just like me?” Griselda stepped around the
cauldron and glared at the witch. “Dressing like a simpering, empty headed,
troll licking, school girl is how you achieve that?”
The witch smiled. Egads, her teeth were straight and white.
This was a witch who saw her dentist on a regular basis. “Warts are no longer
in and the green look went out before your time, Grissie. Just because we are
witches, that doesn’t mean we can’t look nice while we are cursing someone.”
“My name is Griselda…”
“And mine is Patience, but I am quickly losing mine. Now
shall we go? The Grand Wizard doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
“Tell Boris he can take his wand and shove it up his nose.”
Patience pulled her own wand out of her cloak. “Tell him
yourself.”
Griselda rolled her eyes. This hag was really grating on her
nerves. Wart Stew was temperamental and if she didn’t put each ingredient in at
just the right time and say the incantation in exactly the right rhyme, it
would curdle. She flicked her finger at the insolent shrew, intending to turn
her into a toad. She needed a toad for the stew anyway, one with lots of warts.
But the jinx backfired and bounced back at her. Griselda had been a witch long
enough to recognize a backwards whammy when it happened and quickly dove out of the way. The spell missed her ... her cat wasn't so lucky.
“Look what… what you did!” Griselda shrieked, snatching up
the toad that not only had a large amount of warts, but also had whiskers and a
tuft of black fur at the top of his head.
Patience laughed and Griselda winced, because even her laugh
was musical. “You were the one that cast the hex, Grissie, did you really think
the Council would send a Punisher that didn’t know how to protect herself?”
Griselda eyed the witch a little more carefully. She didn’t
look like a Punisher, she had assumed she was a Fledgling. “Why would the
Council send a Punisher? I’ve not done anything that goes against the
Covenant.”
“Did you not turn Harold Wynn into a newt? And then cook him
into a pie?”
“Did you ever meet Harold Wynn?”
“I did. He was… interesting.”
Griselda snorted. “Interesting isn’t the word I would use.
Troll, now that’s an accurate word.”
“Regardless of his character, he is the High Lord's
nephew…”
“Was,” Griselda said. “I ate him, so he is no more.”
“If only,” Patience said. Then she waved her arm and
Griselda found herself standing in front of the Council… and Harold Wynn.
“Harold, good to see you!” Griselda said, trying to cover
her surprise. She hadn’t considered that he’d come back as a ghost. It had
never happened before… at least not as far as she was aware. “Transparency
suits you.”
“Transparency suits me?
I’m a ghost, you hag!”
“And it’s done wonders for your shape. I see you you’ve lost
some weight.”
“Again… I’m a ghost! I can’t eat… everything falls right
through me.”
“It is really pretty gross,” Patience said.
“I want her punished,” Harold said, turning towards the
Council.
“She will be,” The Grand Wizard said.
“Bubbling toad horns, Boris, you can’t be taking him
seriously. It’s not like I turned him into a cockroach.”
“You baked me into a pie,” Harold complained, “and then ate
me.”
“You were delicious too,” Griselda chuckled.
“The problem,” Boris said, “is that he’s a ghost now and he
is driving the High Lord to distraction. Pops in on him when he’s eating
dinner and watches him eat.”
“I’m envious,” Harold said. “Out of all the things I used to
do, eating is the one I miss the most.”
“It makes his Lordship angry.”
“His Lordship,” Harold snorted, “wears boxers with red
hearts under his robes.”
“That’s the other thing, he doesn’t like you peeking in his
drawers.” Boris looked at Griselda, “He caught him the other day with his head
inside the closet. The door was shut… locked even, and Harold just poked his
head inside. He’s been doing that everywhere.”
“He has,” Patience confirmed. “I was reading a book the
other day and he stuck his head right through the pages. And then he told me
what it said on the last page. Completely ruined the story for me.”
“It was The Wizard of Oz. Everyone knows what happens at the
end.”
Everyone knows what happens in the end of the movie,”
Patience said. “The book could be completely different. They never go by the
book for the movies.”
“This is why I baked the little troll,” Griselda said. “He’s
annoying.”
“He was annoying when he was alive,” Boris said. “Now, as a
ghost, he is unbearable, and you are responsible.”
“I can see that,” Griselda said, “and I will accept my
punishment, but does it have to be dealt by this cotton candy witch? She’ll
probably turn me into something lovely, like a little girl. With pig tails.”
“She’s not going to turn you into anything,” Boris said.
“Your punishment has been decided. As has Harold’s.”
“What?” Harold asked. “My punishment? I didn’t do anything
wrong.”
“Griselda, what prompted you to turn Harold into a newt and
bake him into a pie?”
“He annoyed me.”
“That is why you are being punished Harold. You annoyed
Griselda, you annoyed Patience… who is really hard to annoy, and you annoyed
your uncle, the High Lord. Don’t annoy the High Lord. That annoys me. And
when you annoy me, you get punished.”
“So what are you going to do to me?” Griselda asked. “If you
are going to turn me into something, could you at least make it something hideous?”
“I’m not going to turn you into anything,” Patience said. “You
are going to go back home just the same as you are now… with one exception…” Patience pulled out her wand and waved it
towards Griselda. Nothing appeared to happen, but Patience seemed satisfied.
“What did you do?” Griselda asked.
“I bound you and Harold together. You turned him into a
newt. You baked him into a pie. You ate him. He’s yours.”
“NOOO!” Griselda started to fall to her knees to beg
Patience to change her mind, turn her into a little girl, a butterfly, even a
dandelion, anything but chaining her to Harold Wynn, but before she could,
Patience waved her arm and Griselda found herself back in her cottage, along
with Harold’s ghost. The last words she heard was that insanely wicked witch’s
words, “Try to learn a little patience. You’ll need it.”
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