Cecelia Darktop said, “I don’t want to leave you, particularly young Iyaca and Rhiann. I feel responsible for them.”
Longbeard reassured her, “We have Mayard Klarje and me! If you go to the Burgomaster, Gnome-town can send a legion to help.”
Cecelia asked p-Mayard, “I value your opinion, Mayard. What say you?”
p-Mayard said, “I say the more support we can get to Dry Creek, the merrier.”
Rhiann said, “Merrier? It’s not a party, Uncle Mayard.”
Cecelia Darktop said, “Well, I can go to Gnome-town and still get to the fight as quickly. I suppose you’re all correct.”
The messenger Nugget impatiently said, “Let’s do something!”
Cecelia Darktop said, “Rhiann, watch after Iyaca… and Mayard. I’m going to fetch Norman and the forces of Gnome-town.”
Cecelia gathered her belongings. The Baroness of Flat Rock and life-mate of the Burgomaster lifted her raiment. Her ruby slippers glistened in the early morning suns’ light. Cecelia said, “I’m ready.”
The others stepped away from her and gave her three paces leeway.
Cecelia then clipped her heels together and said, “There’s no place like home.”
She clicked the heels again and said, “There’s no place like home.”
She then clicked the heels a third time and said, “There’s no place like home.”
Madam Darktop disappeared in a flash of blue light. In his bedchamber Storming Norman noted the flash of red light. His beloved Cecelia stood before him and began relaying the predicament of the defenders at Dry Creek.
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