Back in the dungeon.
This time we’re sharing a cell with the idiot I feel weird still calling The Wizard. Griff has taken up residence in the far corner of the space, refusing to respond to anything. The Wizard, however, seems to have taken on a much more gleeful attitude toward the whole affair.
“What do you find so funny?” I ask him.
“I can’t believe you’ve done it again.”
“It? Again?” I ask, feeling all the more curious.
“Rescued me. I was told you would appear, that you would save me through my very own death, but I didn’t believe it.”
“Told? By who?”
“By the very man who told me I should gain court with the king. The man who claims I am destined for greatness.”
“You’re working for someone else?”
“I don’t know that I’m working for him, but yes, I am acting under the suggestion of another.”
“I do not know his name. Indeed I saw little of his face even. I only know he promised me great riches and power, were I to tell the king I could offer salvation from a great evil.”
“And you believed him?”
“Why not? I arrived in this town under questionable circumstances, making me nothing more than a beggar to the people here. If a man offers you riches, you don’t turn a blind eye.”
“Aren’t you at least a little concerned we’re about to be burned at the stake?”
“Absolutely not. This was all part of his prophesy.”
“Wait. This man, this prophet, told you that you would be burned at the stake and you still decided to follow his words?”
“He said I would be saved by the very people who would appear at the moment of my death.”
“So, how will you save me? I must admit I’m quite curious.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Griff mutters from the corner.
I nod my head in agreement.
“But it is foretold. At the moment in which death is most certain, I shall see salvation by the two who arrived at the time of my death. Did I not hear you were found standing by a dead body which looked like me?”
“There’s a very good reason for that,” Griff replies, “because we killed you.”
The Wizard merely laughs in response.
“I don’t like this guy,” Griff says to me as he settles back down in his corner.
“I don’t either, but he does have a point.”
“What’s that?” Griff asks.
“Well, we’re all scheduled to be burned at the same stake, right?”
“Damn,” Griff simply responds.
The Wizard laughs louder.
Griff stands and grabs The Wizard by his tunic and lifts him to his feet. “Tell me what you know about that damned pendant!”
The Wizard laughs harder. “Don’t you understand?”
“Understand what?” I ask, curious what could be causing this man to be so crazed.
“I made the pendant!” He cackles louder.
“The man is obviously insane,” Griff says, looking at me.
“Well, yeah, obviously. I think we knew that when we first met him. The question is, why is he here?”
“Why are you here?” Griff screams into The Wizard’s face.
“I already told you.”
“Who are you?” Griff screams louder. “Where do you come from in the future?”
“The future?” The Wizard asks.
“Yeah, nimrod,” Griff says, lifting the man by his lapel. “You knew about Dorothy and everything, so you’re obviously from the future.”
“It’s possible he just recognized us then because he saw us now,” I offer.
Griff looks at me questioningly. “Are you trying to tell me this is another one of those confusing time travel thingies?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Oh,” Griff says as he releases The Wizard, causing him to fall to his knees. “I still don’t like him.”
“Me neither. But he’s given us a great question.”
“Who is this weird prophet guy and why is he using The Wizard to do his dirty work?”
“I’m not entirely certain I believe this prophet guy actually exists.”
“How else would The Wizard know we were coming here and are going to get out of this fire alive? And we know The Wizard gets out of it alive. The prophet has to exist.”
“Who is The Wizard?” The Wizard asks.
“You are, you damned fool!” Griff says, standing and threatening to beat the dirty looking man.
“My name’s Myrddin,” The Wizard corrects. “Although, I have to admit, The Wizard does have a nice ring to it.”
“Don’t tell me we just gave this idiot his name,” Griff scowls.
I merely shrug in response.
“Damn time travel!”
“Couldn’t you just use the pendant you are wearing to save us from our troubles?” The Wizard offers.
“The damned thing’s busted,” Griff answers. “Apparently these things only have one shot in them.”
“That’s not true,” I respond. “Since these are all the same one, they’ve obviously got more than one shot. The only question is how the heck do we get it reloaded?”
“Don’t suppose there’s a USB charging station around here, huh?” Griff grins grimly.
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