Eaglethorpe Buxton, famed adventurer and story-teller is back, this time to put on a play about a sorceress. When the sorceress, subject of his play arrives with fire in her eyes, Eaglethorpe must pretend to be his good friend Ellwood. Will he pull off this charade and survive? And what happens when the real Ellwood shows up? One can never tell, especially when Eaglethorpe tells the story.
and since she died as a child, no one can tell if she would have grown to be a decent piesmith or not. Gervil didn't make pies, though he did force me to eat more than a few.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Myolaena Maetar.
"Well stop it. We're here to find Buxton."
"And now the moment you've been awaitin'" said an unseen announcer. "Fairy mud-wrestling!"
A great cheer filled the room, but then all grew quiet as the audience watched the pair of fairies on each table disrobe.
"I'm Taffy," said the six inch tall red-head, as she carefully pulled the robe over her gossamer wings.
"I'm Mustard Seed," said the other fairy.
"I'm enchanted," said I.
"I'm going to vomit," said Myolaena.
The two fairies waded out into the mud, which to them was about knee-high, where they wasted no time. Mustard Seed jumped on Taffy, knocking her down and coating them both in the ooze. Taffy grabbed Mustard Seed's hair and they both rolled across the bo