Friday, October 06, 2006
"Blood-curdling..." -- Part 8
Haggis's subjugated snakes saw her as their queen. She perceived them as her chattel, hers to do with as she would, but worthless, and she devoured them one by one as they came to worship at the altar of her evil.
Dedman, a weak if perfidious warlock in the best of times, became frightened of what Haggis had become and began to plot his escape from the castle, but he was too late. Haggis had no great love for the half-witted Dedman; indeed, she was possessed of no capacity to love anyone or anything, not even herself. Still, she considered that the libidinous lout belonged to her and would brook no smallest desire of his to leave her.
She considered his planned defection high treason, deserving of the harshest penalties. He was locked into a sealed room and forced to lure more snakes to the castle to appease Haggis's voracious hunger. Haggis, meanwhile, sat for hours before her crystal ball, the one stolen eons before from the good witch Salamarabara, devising and then discarding one diabolical scheme after another to bind Dedman to her for all time. Until The Act, of which more will be spoken later...