"come to see the wizard, eh?"

"aye, and nary a penny do i have to offer..."

"he cares not for such...worldy things.
"tis something far, far more precious
than your purse he seeks for payment"

"but, but, what else could a humble
peasant such as i have to offer?"

the old woman grind a toothless grin,
"you'll soon see, i wager, my child,
you'll soon see. but enough of this,
come inside and have a cup o' tea with
an old woman...'tis cold out today, and
i feel that my bones are not quite so
young as once they were, the wind cuts
right through...come, come."

it was cold and tea sounded as though
it would be just enough to warm me, to
quell the ever spreading numbness of my
frigid skin, and besides, what harm could
come of it?


           .....to be continued.....

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