Lord Jesus flinched. ‘Mama, be fair.’
Lord Judas stayed silent, sullen.
The Virgin trumpeted so Her voice filled Heaven:
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. I, the Clever Maid, will be your champion and slay him!