CHAPTER 17
I woke up the next morning with a strengthened resolve. I was determined to win, and restore the balance of power; I couldn’t let anyone down, they were depending on me.
Over the next few weeks, we held our own and in some areas of the country we were winning. I ended each day by reading my beautiful handmade Christmas present and felt closer to my allies by learning more about them.
One evening I was reading, as usual, and some of the words popped out of the page to me. I read it over and over again and an idea began forming in my mind. Next morning, I called the group together. I sat at the table and began; ‘I have been reading the book you all made, and in a few of the pages the name Taliesin is mentioned, could any of you tell me more about this person?’
One of the prettiest Elves came forward, her name was Rosebud, and in a lovely melodic voice she said; ‘Our race knows of Taliesin well. He was once a prophet named Gwion Bach. He worked for a Witch by the name of Cerridwon, helping her by mixing her potions and other small tasks. One day, he was mixing a potion to give her all knowledge, the potion was knocked over and some splashed on to his hand, which he licked off, without thinking. He, at once, knew everything. Cerridwon was so angry she chased Gwion, and eventually caught and killed him. The Fairy Royalty at that time, took pity on him, and allowed him to be reborn as Taliesin, a shape shifter and a magician. To this day he still lives.’ I thanked Rosebud for this information, and then I outlined my plan.
If Taliesin was agreeable, I wanted to find a spell to bring his past existence through. With his knowledge and his prophetic powers, he would be able to help us in our quest. I was immediately bombarded with raised voices from every corner of the room. The arguments went on for quite some time. The fear of the majority was, some evil spirit may come through instead, and we could make things worse.
I tried to calm their fears and argued it may be our only hope, but the group held fast and the arguments became very heated. At last I agreed to; first find a safe spell, and secondly, only use it if it became absolutely necessary. Only then did things calm down in the kitchen. I knew, however, that my plan would eventually be used, and I would spend my nights looking for a spell to satisfy my friends’ fears.
Clax made another pot of tea, and we decided to get back to business and read the daily reports.