Narrator:
And so Kunzite and Nephlyte and Zoisite set out on their search to
find the Enchanter of whom the old man had spoken in scene
twenty-four. Beyond the forest they met Jedite and the persistant youma that Kunzite and Zoisite thought they had escaped during that whole embarrasing Nephy's Lot scene,
and there was much rejoicing.
In the frozen land of Nador, they were forced to eat Zoisite's minstrels ... And there was much rejoicing ... A year passed ...
Autumn changed into Winter ... Winter changed into Spring ... Spring changed back into Autumn and Autumn gave Winter and Spring a miss and went straight on into Summer ... Until one day ...
The Trials of Meeting a Wizard Named Tim
The kings were heading along the top of a ridge when suddenly a fire in the distance appears. Heading towards it they see and impressice wizard figure striding around conjuring up fire from the ground and causing things to burst into flames. Jedite and Zoisite both got wicked gleams in their eyes so Kunzite and Nephlyte decided to keep them as far from the wizard as possable.
Approaching the wizard Kunzite called out to him. "What manner of youma are you that you can conjure up fire without flint or tinder?"
"I am an enchanter." The youma replied haughtily.
"By what name are you known?" Kunzite demanded.
"There are some who call me, Tim?"
Kunzite raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh."
"Greetings Kunzite!" Tim shouted out.
Blinking Kunzite stepped back. "You know my name?" He asked hopefully. Maybe things were going to go back to normal.
"I do. You seek the Holy Cape." He stated matter-of-factly.
Kunzite's eyes gleamed. "That is our quest. You know much that is hidden, Tim."
"Quite."
Kunzite waited for more but none came. Clearning his throat he decided to go on. "Our quest is to find the Holy Cape. And so we're looking for it."
"Yes we are." Jedite added.
"We have been for some time." Nephlyte said.
"Months!" Zoisite chimed in pointing to his ruined dress and shoes.
"Yes," Kunzite glanced at his companions, "and obviously any help we get is. . . is very. . helpful."
"Do you know where it. . ." Nephlyte started but was silenced by one of Tim's fireballs.
"Fine. . . well. . we musn't take up anymore of your time. I don't suppose. . .sorry to sort of keep on about it. . . you haven't by any chance. . . and idea where one might find. . .a. . ." Kunzite paused, unsure why he was stammering.
"What?" Tim demanded.
"A. . . c. . .ccc. . . cccc. . ."
"A cape?" Tim offered.
"Errr yes." Kunzite nodded.
"Yes, yes I can help you with your quest. To the north there lies a cave, the cave of Caerbannog, wherein, carved in mystic runes, upon the very living rock, the last words of Olfin Bedwere of Rheged make plain the last resting place of the most Holy Cape." Tim answered.
Kunzite grinned feverishly. " How shall we find this cave, Tim?"
"Follow!" Tim ordered. "But follow only if you are men of valour. For the entrance to this cave is guarded by a monster, a creature so foul and cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived. Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair ... therefore sweet kings if you may doubt your strength or courage come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty pointy teeth!"
