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    Humming quietly to herself, Glynis stirs the mixture in the large black pot. She feels proud that she now knows this recipe by heart and no longer has to refer to the large book of spells which sits on a nearby stool.

    Small bubbles begin to form on the surface of the mixture—soon it will boil. Now … remember … ”the mixture must boil for 5 minutes, no more and no less”.

    She wasn’t sure why the directions were so precise … apparently understanding would grow in time. She pondered whether it was the element of discipline involved which added a particular flavour to the spell. After all, the intention of the heart was important and the difference between a great spell and just a mediocre one. She hoped to be a master one day and revered for the purity and efficacy of her mixtures.

    “Quiet now,” she chided herself. “Pride won’t help this spell any.”

    Five minutes. She has her own way of marking time though at first it had not been so easy. The moment the mixture was boiling she began to sing. She sang the whole song through twice and then pulled the pot from the fire to leave it to cool. Next it would go in the jars that stood waiting on the bench like a line of willing soldiers and then it must sit till spring.

    Patience.

    Daylight is beginning to fade and she remembers she still has no sage.

    The orchard is particularly beautiful this time of day she thinks. Late afternoon. Once, there was a path of stones leading down to the garden where sage and other herbs grow in abundance, but now the path is long overgrown.

    A Silver Jute alights on a branch ahead of her.

    “Hello!” Glynis says, happy to see the bird.

    The Jute opens its beak and with a thrusting motion propels a berry which flies through the air and lands at the girl’s feet.

    “Thank you”, she says and a feeling of warm gratitude fills her heart as she picks up the berry and puts it in her basket.

    The Jute nods his head in acknowledgment and with a loud cry spreads his wings and flies off over the trees of the orchard.

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