Tibbs eyed the Tower protruding from the centre of Tall Town and felt The Witch
shuffle on the tree branch beside him, her voice was soft in his ear as she warned him.
"Ah've had run-ins with The Dark Lord before and ah' know he's a sly-one... this is going
too well" Tibbs lowered the leather tube that held the two lenses and offered it back to
it's owner, the rudimentary telescope made his eyes hurt and after rubbing them, he let
his spectacles drop onto his nose from his sweaty brow.
"We have to trust Nenothtu, he's always come through for us..." the Vithian said and looked
into Mucklebones' black eyes. "... anyway, BIAD is with him" he finished.
The ancient face of the Witch-Gray showed no emotion as she pondered a higher perch, but
her voice gave her concerns away "A Devil and a handgun may not be enough against the last
of the True-Lighter Flayers, his powers are immense" she countered and decided to remain
on the same roost as her bearded friend.
Below the huge Elver tree, Dag administered some more of the potion that Mucklebones
had given her -to Adam, the Doctor's skin colour had become more ruddy and the young girl
stroked his damp hair as he rested on her thigh. "Thank you" Adam coughed and swallowed
the acrid-tasting liquid, the faint taste of liquorice reminded him of his youth and he recalled
that he didn't like the damn stuff even then.
"I thank you too" said Carpet through his host's warbling voice and Dag leaned close to her
love's ear and whispered "you're welcome Carpet"
The last of the flakes of dried deer-blood could be seen in the corner of Adam's mouth
and the girl's dainty finger wiped it away. What she had witnessed earlier seemed to have
added to his recovery too.
Chumley sat leaning against the large leafy tree and smiled at the calm unity.
Ten minutes later, Tibbs and the panting Mucklebones stood back from the descent and
strained their necks to see how high they had been, the foliage hid the branch where they
had watched Neno, Boy In A Dress and the Bogel clamber into the lower section of Tall Town.
"Stage One of the plan is over..." Tibbs announced to the Regalian and Dag "... now the hard
part begins" Adam breathed in deeply as the strange medicine ran it's course.
"How is the U-man?" Muckles said and pushed her grubby poncho-hem between her skinny
thighs as she sat down beside Dag, the Crone's eyes scanned the sweating Doctor.
"We've got to get him back to the Yydryl... it's the proper place for him" the girl said softly
and stroked the patient's head again.
"Aye, yer' like the rest girl, yer' put too much faith in technology... the brew that runs through
his body right now, has far-more power than any Star ship" Muckles sneered and glanced
at the back of the Vithian nearing her 'Half-Son'
Tibbs retrieved the book from Chumley and began perusing the pages for information about
the Tower. Without another thought, Muckles tossed the stray antler from the Xang Cat's last
kill towards a bunch of tall cane and sat down beside Tibbs to read the large book.
Birds sang in the afternoon sun and occasionally, a Clover-Deer could be heard bolting from
Sslar's persistant prowls, time seemed to be sitting at the nearby riverside and with a strand
of straw in his mouth, tarry awhile.
'To those who would listen and understand, the needle of evil will not sew the rend together
-but splay it wide, He -that holds the crescent Moon will know the grief of a universe'
Tibbs read and glanced at the female-Gray at his side. In his many travels across time and
space, he had never had these strange feelings before, he had analysed his emotions during
the night as everyone slept, the low-snoring alien laid beside him continued to disturb his
"The high will be brought low and the meek will cower in cabbage fields, no life will avoid
his mighty hand..." Mucklebones muttered and felt the small man's gaze upon her, maybe
a thousand years ago, the Gray would have blushed... aye, a thousand years ago.
"... Without muse, the daemons of olde will spew forth and take the lanyard. Without
sorrow, the belch of Helvia will crush the brave and drink the tears of the wailing.
The winds of change will eddy and whirl and all will taste the dust of their sandaled feet.
The Day Will Be Dark And All Will Fall" the Witch finished and turned to meet the Vithian's
stare, she saw a deep thinking in his eyes.
Then she kissed him... and he -her, Tibbs and Muckles followed the legend in the Vantine
Del Pudria and fell... in love.
edit on 24-9-2011 by A boy in a dress because: Left Liquorice in Edit Room!