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‘I want to ask something else,’ said Brida over tea in Wicca’s surprisingly modern and practical kitchen.

‘I want to know why you didn’t let me abandon the path.’

‘Because,’ thought Wicca, ‘I want to find out what the Magus saw in you, apart, I mean, from your Gift.’ What she said was: ‘Because you have a Gift.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Easy. By your ears.’

‘By my ears! How disappointing!’ Brida thought to herself. ‘And there was me thinking she could see my aura.’

‘Everyone has a Gift, but some are born with a more highly developed Gift than others – me, for example – who have to struggle really hard to develop their Gift. People who were born with a Gift have very small, attached earlobes.’

Instinctively, Brida touched her earlobes. It was true.

‘Do you have a car?’

No, Brida said, she didn’t.

‘Then prepare to spend a fortune on taxi fares,’ said Wicca, getting up. ‘It’s time to take our next step.’

‘Things are suddenly moving very fast,’ thought Brida, as she got to her feet. Life was beginning to resemble the clouds she had seen in her trance.