Not Risking a Second Attempt

"Pronklezilch didn't say, but assured me that it was essential. I must have mispronounced one of the words. I'll try again."

"I don't think so," Astra said. As she spoke she grabbed a heavy vase from a nearby table and brought it down hard on Candida's head. Pottery shards flew everywhere and Candida slumped to the floor.

Freda knelt down beside her unconscious form. "I was afraid that you might have killed her, but she's breathing steadily and I can't feel any skull fracture," she reported.

"Good. I didn't want to harm her, but we couldn't risk that she might get the spell right next time. Whatever Pronky - Pronklezilch - intended, it can't have been anything good. We'll leave her here, and bar the door again on our way out."

"And then what?"

"Then we see if we can persuade one of the other girls to assist us out of the building or, failing that, to fetch Dewey for us."

1. This plan works.
2. This plan fails.
3. In fact the spell had worked. It was just that Freda and Astra weren't aware of it yet.

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