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Vixen: Our Holy Virgin Mother roared, and fire crackled Her transubstantial flesh.

Your constant war ruins the Wheel! Makes it a dreary treadwheel!’ 

Lord Jesus flinched. ‘Mama, be fair.’

Lord Judas stayed silent, sullen.

The Virgin trumpeted so Her voice filled Heaven:

Miserable offspring! Go! Remove Your wretched Selves from My presence.

With that noisy warning the sons fled.

The Virgin detached us, hunter and hunted, from off the cyclical hunt. She transported us — in celestial ways unknown — to this covert place where the wheel turns parallel to the wide world. She made us caretakers.

Clever (impatient to know her part): Which brings the story to your trouble and my task. What about me? What is my adventure?

Vixen (not answering the question): Understand, missy, that the Alchymist never gave up his madness. Madness defines him.

Clever (luminescent with understanding; shouts with glee): The mad Alchymist crossed over the bridge! He is here! He is here in your world. An invader. A monster to be slain. (strikes heroic pose) I, the Clever Maid, will be your champion and slay him!

 

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Clever’s Road - 19: GB0058