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Date Posted: 08:35:21 12/06/99 Mon
Author: Keecadoran
Subject: Keecadoran & Scar

On hands and knees Keecadoran crawled through the hanging bearskin and
fell inside on the dirt floor. The scabby tail wiggled up her skirt,
who knows where it went. She crawled to the bench by a small stump
table and felt the booted feet of Scar.

"Lord Justin has need of your service." Scar said, holding his arm out,
touching the sack of dragon head on the table and wincing in pain from
his festering wound.

"Well, I have need of your service. Help me up fool!" She groaned and
screamed as Scar pulled at her arm to hoist her up.

She sat on the bench. "Bring me that crooked purple bottle and a noggin
of that green slimy goo with the mold on it, not the one without the
mold." She pointed four shaking fingers in the general direction of
the shelf to the right of the hearth.

"Lord Justin is in a hur-"

"Keecadoran will be swamp gas in a hurry if you don't not hurry,
Wartpuss!" She coughed and saw six kettles where only one hung and
tried to spit but only drooled on herself.

Scar did what he was told and back away from the pink smoke that spewed
and fumed from the mixture and gagged by the doorway in concert with a
scream from Keecadoran that sent bats back into their caves from the
forest blood hunt.

In 13 seconds she sat up, both eyes bright red. She belched the burp of
a goose down a bull’s throat. Ten miles up Mount Crees and owl turned his
face and blinked twice. "Lord who wants what?" Keecadoran felt
herself but she was out of cat tail cigars.

"Lord Justin. There is a scribbling on the sack." Scar's eyes scanned
the room of at every wretched hanging thing and potted and jarred other
things and stayed very close to the air by the door.

Keecadoran rubbed her bottom as she stood and leaned over the table to
read the note. She raised her skirts as said, "Gather a handful of bear
grease from the bucket and smear me bottom before I bleed to death. And
be slow about it." She cackled.

Reluctantly he did in fear of becoming a jar of Scar. She wiggled in
counter rhythm with his rub. "ToxiPit Ointment for this dragon head
will cost Lord Justin and I shall need some things."
She lowered her skirts and Scar thanked any powers that be for that.

"I am to grant his promise on your price and get whatever you need. But
quickly woman, he waits not well."

Her eyes flared red and the hearth kettle boiled instantly adding a
thousandth odor to the room.

"He said that did he?" She limped passed Scar, turned, drew her table
dagger from her sash and reached around and slit Scar's throat and had
the knife back in the sheath before Scar fell to the floor. She stepped
over him as he lay gurgling and twitching on the floor. "Oh stop. You
would not have lived to see morning with that green puss coming out of
your arm." She picked up the wood-ax raised it up and chopped Scar's
head off. She raised his legs over the bench and slid a pail over with
her barefoot and wedged it under Scar's neck. She held her back as she
stooped.

"Ahhh....oooh." She dropped the ax. "I should get a henchmen for this
heavy work." She picked up Scar's head by the ears and placed it in a
wooden bowl. She patted the crown and said. "I need blood and a human
heart. Thank you very much." She tied a ribbon in a bow in a gather of
Scar's hair. "Blood for the poison, and the heart...atsa for me." She
opened the trap door to the larder and struggling down the ladder she
sang, "A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow casket." She came back up
with a pinch of thorn and a vial of dry bat and a feather from a duck
and swatted a fly and added that and hummed as she mixed and poured and
from jug and pot and cackled to herself contented when it was done. She
kissed Scar's forehead and placed it in wooden box and covered it with a
satin cape real quick.

She kicked Scar's body down and poured the blood into the box over the
cape and let it set.
She cut out Scar's heart and dropped it in the kettle to boil. and
looked at the dragon head untouched. "Victor von second best; I have
dragon eyes and dragon brains...guess what I can make with that?" She
threw her head back and laughed and sneezed and laughed and wheezed
and...

.....continued

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