The Misguided Magus

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The distraught king was holding a conference of his ministers and elders in the temple, when the deluge came down. People caught unawares scampered for cover, drenched by the time they found it. The local idiot sat laughing where he squatted, pointing at the wide eyed phantoms of dignity stranded behind in the rush; only he could see them hurrying after and joining their physical masters.

They convened again. Loud demands were made for the magus's presence. The king wrung his hands in protest, but could not control the uproar in his people. His minister advised him. So he ordered the magus invited at last with one condition: they will meet him at the foot of the hill across the gates. He will not set foot in the city.

On the hill, the magus stormed out of his cave warned of commotion by his pet bat. "Who goes there?" He growled. The messenger inching up to the cave's entrance froze for a long instant, forgot his duty and took off in fright.

"Why was I disturbed?!!" He roared when he appeared at the barricades on the city border.

"Heavens be! He has come!"

"Hell's bells! He has come!”

“Oooooooooh!”

“Run!”

“O God, what have we called upon ourselves?”

“Th…this is the magus?”

“Oooooooooh!”

“Stop that hooting! My ears are ringing!”

“Where’s the messenger? He’s not back yet.”

“Hic.”

“Probably he’s digesting the poor wretch?”

“He looks hideous!”

"Better than your wife, heh!”

“Why, you…”

“Shhhh!”

"Quiet!” The warning note in the king’s call struck everyone dumb. “Magus, I sent for you," the king climbed up on a big rock.

That’s when a wildly billowing cloak, burning eyes and haggard figure boomed out.

"You fool of a king. What do you want from me?"

The End

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