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a woven sack. “Anyway, I have no time to answer that now. We must hurry. There will be a lunar eclipse tomorrow afternoon. We must leave in the hour if we are to make it in time to Stonehenge by foot.”
    He stopped his packing and looked at Jacob. “Go get your things while I finish getting all I need here.”
    Jacob nodded. “Yes, of course.”
    As he walked to the door, he gazed once more at Merlin while his brother looked for something in a drawer. He hoped his brother’s inclination and idea would work, for their sakes as well as Pondora’s.

Chapter Eleven
     
    The bread was stale and hard, but it had never tasted so good.
    Velona bit into it and the cheese with relish. She was famished. As she chewed on the morsel in her mouth, she thought about her sexual encounter with Jacob. It had been intense and so satisfying. So had been her encounter, however brief, with Merlin.
    She wondered, if they had met each other without any witchcraft involved whatsoever, would she have been so attracted and drawn to them and they to her? It was hard to say. They were both extremely handsome men, and their bodies were those of gods. Their character traits, although frustrating at times, were complementary to hers, she thought.
    It was a shame that circumstances had led them to where they were now. She would have really liked to have found out the answer to her question.
    As things stood, she didn’t know if the feelings she started to have for them were real or part of the effects of their spell.
    When a piece of the crusty bread got lodged in her throat, she took the wine pitcher sitting beside her left leg and took a gulp. Just as she did that, the door opened and in walked the sorcerers.
    She placed the pitcher between her legs as she stared at them in silence.
    Jacob walked over to her and extended his hand. “Get up. We’re leaving here now.”
    With wide eyes, she stated, “You know we cannot escape her. She will find me wherever we hide. Now that the voyeur portal has been opened, she can see wherever I go.”
    Merlin nodded. “We are perfectly aware of that.”
    “Then where are we going?”
    Jacob lifted her to her feet while Merlin responded, “To Stonehenge.”
    Had she heard right? “Stonehenge? Whatever for?”
    Merlin frowned. “You are not in the position to ask such a question, Pondora. You are our prisoner, remember?”
    She scoffed. “How could I forget?” She gestured to her injured foot. “In your brilliant plan, how would I be traveling there with this injury?”
    Jacob took a vial of blue liquid and said, “Merlin created this healing potion for your injury before but hadn’t had a chance to apply it.” He poured the liquid over her entire foot and ankle. “And now to speed its process…” He then took his wand and chanted a spell while he waved it over her ankle. A tingling feeling began deep in her bones and spread to the outside. The bruise and swelling disappeared, as did the pressure and pain.
    Wiggling her ankle and praising his good work, she felt relief.
    Both he and Merlin gathered the remnants of the bread and cheese and tossed them into the sack. Jacob picked up the pitcher. “Come on, Pondora. Time is wasting, and we have much to do when we get there.”
    She gazed at him then at Merlin as they started their descent of the stairs. Both of their blank expressions told her nothing of what they would do when they got to Stonehenge.
    Stonehenge was a powerful place where sorcerers channeled the power in the magic world, both good and evil, for their own purposes.
    Whatever Merlin and Jacob intended to do was daring and dangerous. Only seasoned sorcerers attempted such feats, and even they sometimes made deadly mistakes that could not be undone.
    Only time would tell what the fates had in store for them.
     
    * * * *
     
    The beaming sun and warm weather ordinarily would be a pleasing change to the oddly cold, windy weather they had been having, but not today. It made their voyage

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