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(Scene: An autumnal conclave of Witches and Sorcerers. Seated about a long table, these mysterious magicians chatter of rituals and illusions until the Sapphire Witch rises from her seat, silencing them all.)
Sapphire Witch.
Rejoice! All-Hallows Eve is nigh,
The hornèd moon doth crown the sky,
Yon clock-tower tolls the long day’s knell --
The rush hour traffic dies as well.
But Witch’s revels such as these
Bow not to dull solemnities.
Come, comrades, conjurers, and kin,
And let our mystic play begin!
Ruby Sorcerer.
I am the Witch of Transmutation
Who shares the Witch of Vision’s station.
With staves in hand and scrolls unfurled,
Together, we create a world,
And bind the mind with sigils, giving
Life unto the once-unliving.
Sapphire Witch.
Crowther, arise! I summon thee
To pose our first perplexity.
(Crowther, an Animate, presents the first riddle to great applause:)
I’m born when a boy makes a foolish mistake;
I’m emboldened by drink to make mighty men quake;
I’m courageous or cold in the presence of death,
And I’ll wrack you and twist you and rob you of breath.
Witch of Secrets.
By Hecate’s scythe-blade, what an old device --
A greybeard Animate in a younger mask.
The Witch of Secrets casts a fresher spell
That mortal eyes have ne’er beheld before!
(The Witch unfurls a scroll, which reads:)
My first is in FILLINGS, but not in BRACES,
My second’s in TENNIS, but not in RACES.
My third’s in the SOIL, but not in the SEAS,
My fourth in CANDY STORES, not PARFUMERIES.
My fifth is in STORMS, not merely in GALES,
My sixth in the STREETS, but not on the RAILS.
My seventh in a TILT, but not in a QUAKE,
My eighth in the OCEAN, but not in a LAKE.
My ninth hides in DARKNESS, under a pall –
My ninth may not be my ninth at all.
(Applause. As this illusion fills the air, two younger people arise and bow. The Ochre Sorcerer introduces them.)
Ochre Sorcerer.
It looks like we’ve got two apprentices
With us tonight, and each of them has spun
A spell to show us all the tricks they’ve learned.
As Witch of Curiosity, I say,
Let’s see these novice conjurings at once!
(The Crimson Apprentice, a fledgling Witch of thirteen, is the first to rise to the challenge with an illusion. Her mother assisted her in the editing, but the essential form of the ritual is her own.)
Crimson Apprentice.
It’s really hard to make a perfect crime,
But here’s a mystery I have to share:
A dozen men are on their backs and none can call for aid;
Our culprit paints them gleefully with runes of garish shade.
He locks up all the bodies till they’re stiff, and when he’s done…
Off with their heads!
Off with their limbs!
One by one by one!
No matter how he maims them, police won’t come around,
And even if they did, the bodies never would be found.
(Applause, and some nervous looks. The Opal Apprentice, a boy younger than the Crimson Apprentice, poses a spell crafted with the help of the Sapphire Witch herself. He places a chessboard upon the table, as well as a bucket of pieces - black shapes in conical hats.)
A Witch in a chess game’s a powerful thing;
It can move like a bishop or move like a king.
So how many Witches, one way or another,
Can fit on this board without threatening each other?
(The assembled Witches set to solving these riddles...)
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Before I allow you to glimpse the Epigraph itself, let me test your mettle with these apprentice's riddles.
I doubt they shall delay you for long, but perhaps your struggles will entertain me.
With all due courtesy,
The Witch of Secrets