By Craig Shaw Gardner
Verse the second one within the Ballad of Wuntvor...in which an uninformed apprentice learns what comes after "Once upon a time..."
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I’ve been doing this for twenty-three years, and never, ever . ” Her voice died before she could finish the sentence. Alea began to dance between the dragon’s toes, as, high above her, Hubert performed selected birdsong imitations. Mother Duck shook her head. “My dear mother always told me I should go into another line of work. You’ll never go hungry if you become a General Witch Practitioner, she’d always say. And love potions! You can get rich with love” potions! But no. ” Damsel and Dragon launched into yet another verse: “Next you take your tail and swish it around; Be sure to flatten everything down to the ground; -- What you can’t stomp down you can certainly push.
The sword screamed as Wuntvor yanked it from the scabbard. The sword spoke! Wuntvor almost dropped the weapon. He definitely should have remembered a sword that could talk. The lad frowned. Something, he thought, is not as it seems. “I would like an answer,” the sword insisted. ” “Indeed,” Wuntvor responded, wishing to grant the magic sword’s wishes. ” the sword began, but whatever it had to say next was lost beneath the creature’s new rhyme. “Ho, young traveler, Your valour growing. ” And with that, the garishly garbed creature dove under the bridge.
This Brownie would cause him to squander his wishes if he wasn’t careful. Wuntvor decided to study his surroundings before he made another wish so as to avoid any more obvious mistakes. He stood at the edge of a bridge over a wide but slow-moving stream. The path wound away from him, up a grassy but steep hill. And on the summit of that hill stood a tower, with but a single window at the very top, a window from which, at this moment, poured thick, gray smoke. What did this mean? Would his adventures lead him to the smoking tower, or should his fate lead him to the other side of the river?