What Was Foretold Duly Comes to Pass

I get to my feet. "Tomas wouldn't believe you," I say. "I'm leaving right away."

But when I turn, stalk across the study and grab the door handle, I find that the door has somehow locked itself. "You're not going anywhere, my dear." Anorkin says darkly. As I turn back towards him, I see that he is waving his hands as if casting a spell.

I know exactly what is going to happen next, but there is nowhere to run to, so I remain as motionless as I did in my dream. [3678] Sure enough, I shrink (and my clothes shrink with me). When I am about nine inches tall, Anorkin grabs me and - as in my dream - picks up a large bell-jar that is sitting on his desk and traps me under it.

"That should keep you secure," he says. In spite of the glass between us I can hear him perfectly well. "You can reflect on the foolishness of resisting my will. Meanwhile I will go and brief the dragon rider. There's enough air in the jar to last you for at least a couple of hours, so don't fret. I should be back within ten minutes or so. Then we'll have a little chat."

He leaves the room.

1. I bang on the glass with my fists, and push against it, but of course I can neither break nor move the heavy jar.
2. I haven't finished shrinking yet, and wonder just how small I will ultimately get.
3. This would be a good time to tap my supposed latent magical ability, it occurs to me, and restore my height or at least shatter the glass. If only I had some idea of how to do either of those things!

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