| "You might advise her to leave town for a time. A short apprenticeship with her grandmother on Hispaniola might keep her entertained while she's banished. A month or two should do the job." Mr. Birdsong, parrot Willie ashoulder, was cautiously making his way into the kitchen. "What -- voodoo? You'd have her learn -- voodoo?" "And why not?" asked mother. "Tis superstition, pure and simple -- old wives' tales -- and she's already got more then enough wild whimseys, what with 'er bloodthurst, sleeplessness, and odd vision. T'will interrupt the girl's true schooling!" "Not likely -- for you'll be there with her, to see it's not interrupted. Sit and eat, old sailor." I began to bounce in my chair, cigar clamped firmly in my teeth, chanting "sorceress' apprentice, sorceress' apprentice." |
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