Amos Daragon_ The Mask Wearer - Bryan Perro [5]
“What are you up to, you stupid boy?” he yelled.
“I’m boiling water for dinner, my good lord. We’ll make a soup from stones!” Amos answered, somewhat proud of himself.
Intrigued, Lord Edonf looked at Amos’s parents, who just smiled slightly. They knew how quick-minded their son was and that he was cooking up something other than soup.
“And by what miracle can you make soup from stones?” asked Lord Edonf.
Amos had just hooked a big fish with his bait, and he wasn’t letting it go. His trick seemed to be working only too well.
“It’s very simple, my lord,” he said. “With this magic wand, I’ll bring the water to a boil and it will be warm enough to melt stones. When the mixture cools off, it will be smooth and deliciously creamy. This is the only nourishment that my parents and I have had for years.”
Edonf laughed heartily. He raised one of his shirtsleeves and rapidly dipped his hand in the water to check the temperature. As soon as he felt the burn caused by the intense heat of the liquid, his face became livid and he removed his hand in a shriek of pain. The water was truly boiling! His hand as red as a lobster, Edonf jumped up and down as he cursed all the gods of heaven.
“Quick! Quick! Some cold water!” he shouted, stamping his feet violently. “Quick! Some ice water!”
One of the guards, who had gone off to inspect the little barn, ran out to help his master. Without hesitation, he took hold of Edonf’s arm and, thinking the water was cold, dipped his hand in the pot again.
“Let go of my hand, idiot! Let go of my hand or I’ll have you hanged!” Lord Edonf yelled, tears coming to his eyes.
The guard did not understand why he was being insulted, or why his master proceeded to beat him. Kicking his backside, Edonf shoved him to the ground. Amos’s parents tried hard not to laugh. Meanwhile, Amos made a compress from the leaves of several plants and handed it to Edonf. The lord finally calmed down, exhausted by the mishap.
“I want the twig that can bring water to a boil,” he said. “Give me this twig and I’ll give you permission to farm whatever land you want and to hunt on my property. I’ll even give you the donkey!”
Amos put on a very serious face. His heart was beating madly; he was afraid that Edonf would realize he was being duped, but he did not show his fear. He had to conduct the discussion skillfully.
“Unfortunately, my lord, this magic twig has been in my family for generations,” Amos said. “It’s our most precious belonging and my parents cannot afford to part with it. Forget you ever saw this twig. Burn the house; we’ll go live elsewhere, far from your kingdom.”
Edonf’s face contracted with pain as he took ten gold coins out of his purse.
“Here is my offer for your magic stick. If you refuse this money, I’ll take your twig regardless and have your house set on fire. It’s up to you! Decide quickly, boy; I’ve almost reached the limits of my patience!”
Lowering his head as if in shame, Amos handed the stick to the lord.
“Your will prevails,” he said. “Yet you should know that it’s with a heavy heart that I accept this money. But please, my lord, don’t forget to dance around the pot as you chant, ‘Come to a boil, my soup! Come to a boil!’ ”
Edonf threw the gold coins onto the ground and grabbed the twig. “I’ll remember. I’m not stupid,” he said before climbing up on his horse.
In turn, the guards mounted their horses and the three men quickly disappeared.
Thanks to his cunning, Amos had earned the money needed to go to the woods of Tarkasis as he had promised Crivannia, princess of the waters.
But Amos was aware that Edonf would come back as soon as he discovered he had been duped. So he concocted a new plan. He made the donkey swallow eight of the ten gold coins, which he’d coated with hay and a laxative herb to facilitate their quick expulsion by the animal. He then told his parents of his adventure at the bay of caverns. To prove the truthfulness of his story, he showed them the white stone and the trident the mermaid had given