Excerpt:
King Arthur asked, “Can you show me where Tiffany Lane is?”
Nanny Ogleby asked, “Only if you swear that you mean her no harm.”
King Arthur smiled. “Tiffany is of my Kingdom. I hear she might be dying and I don’t want her to be alone.”
Nanny Ogleby nodded. “Do you want the living to know that you are about?”
“I only want Tiffany to know that I am visiting.”
Hearthville Serial: Book 7
Episode 28b
Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.
By Charles Peters
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Byron Craft changed himself into astral form as he prepared to enter the home of Leroy Bare. Sabian had sent him with the cure for Tiffany Lane so that Leroy would stop working on the cure. Byron looked at the glowing substance in the vile. He had seen it cure other people. There was no doubt in his mind that it would cure Tiffany.
Byron walked through the door to Leroy Bare’s home the same as if Byron were a ghost. He looked around. “Where is everyone?” He attempted to conjure a location spell but the spell pinged. The spell Leroy had placed to hide the cave was more powerful than Byron’s spell.
Byron called Sabian. “I can not locate Tiffany or anyone. My location spell pinged.”
“Leroy is a fairly powerful witch. Do you want to hang around the house for a bit to see if you can locate the secret location?”
“I will stay here for a bit, but the longer I am here the more likely I am to be discovered.”
“I do not want Tiffany to die. I have no idea who her soul is, but I like her.”
“Well, I am going to look around. Maybe I can locate the location without magic.”
“Okay. Keep me informed.”
Byron heard some strange music. He heard the sound of horses galloping outside. “What the heck.”
And he saw the door to Leroy’s home start to open. Byron quickly hid himself as a figurine on the mantel above the fireplace. He turned himself into the figurine of a poodle. And from the mantel he saw King Arthur and Prince Valenexual enter the home. He was not sure why they opened the door because they were in astral form as he had been.
Byron wondered, “Who the hell is Leroy they he would warrant a visit from King Arthur?” He was amazed and was such a fanboy of King Arthur that he strongly wanted to make himself known. He wanted to approach King Arthur and perhaps even ask for an autograph. But still, he remained a figurine on the mantel.
Prince Valenexual sent a vibe through the house to make himself and King Arthur known. Nanny Ogleby appeared. On seeing King Arthur she blushed like a schoolgirl. She had no idea what to say.
King Arthur asked, “Can you show me where Tiffany Lane is?”
Nanny Ogleby asked, “Only if you swear that you mean her no harm.”
King Arthur smiled. “Tiffany is of my Kingdom. I hear she might be dying and I don’t want her to be alone.”
Nanny Ogleby nodded. “Do you want the living to know that you are about?”
“I only want Tiffany to know that I am visiting.”
“Follow me.”
Bryon wanted to also follow but he didn’t want to be seen. He moved from the mantel to a pocket in King Arthur’s red robe. King Arthur put his hand into his robe and felt the figurine. “What witch is about that is spying on me?” King Arthur pulled the figurine from his pocket and threw the astral figurine through the wall and out into the yard. Just as the figurine touched the ground it, that is Byron, turned into a poodle in the physcial world. Byron began barking, although his witch thoughts were strictly cuss word after cuss word. And then thought, “Oh my God, how am I going to save Tiffany. Sabian is going to have my scalp.”
Byron ran to the door to Leroy’s home. He began to bark and scratch on the door. He was ignored. “God damn. Unfucking believable.” Byron attempted to use magic to transport himself to Sabian. His magic pinged. He attempted to use his thought waves to send a message to Sabian. His message was not received. “What the hell am I going to do?” He walked away from the door. He began walking toward the road. He saw a beer can and smelled where another dog had taken a piss on the beer can. He did what male dogs do and also pissed on the beer can. “I’d like to piss on King Arthur and not in a friendly Russian hooker kind of way.”