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This ought

to get you up to speed.

Hexela!

Ragana.

Baldric?

You owe me a debt.

A year of servitude.

Well, we can't leave Baldric in her clutches.

We most certainly can't.

I challenge you to a witch's brawl.

A wish turtle.

The boy has a gift.

Here, put these on.

What is the meaning of this?

Quickly!

They’ll never let the likes of you in otherwise.

In where?

The only place within a thousand miles

where a witch can get a decent meal

and a good night’s sleep.

But is this really necessary--?

Shhh!

There.

The Witches’ Inn.

Who knocks upon my hovel door?

I am Hexela of the Daugava Coven.

Reservation?

No.

Servants or stew?

Stew?

Servants.

Welcome, sister.

But... How did...

Weren't we just...

Urgh, witches!

I have an attic room.

Dank and dark.

Oooo, I’ll take it.

No windows.

One bed.

Servants are to sleep on the floor.

Now see here--!

No divinations at the dining table.

No hexing the other guests.

Keep your property on your person.

Ragana.

Okay, so about a thousand years ago,

there was this princess, Gretta, and she was in big trouble,

because she had lots of enemies

and not a lot of friends.

So her court magician, Baldric, cast the champion spell.

It put everyone in the woods to sleep

until a champion would come,

break the spell with his kiss

and deal with Gretta's big, scary enemies.

But that guy...

never showed up.

Ahh!

Instead,

they got me.

Ahh!

Ow!

Wake up.

Wake up!

Help!

I’m being held against my will--

Let’s try not to make a scene, please.

Shall we try this again?

But this time we'll remember our manners.

Mm-hm.

Ah, much better!

Turtle Boy...

May I call you Turtle Boy?

My name's Dwight.

I have your wish turtle.

Oooo.

Hey little guy!

Are you okay, buddy?

Are you hurt?

Did she tie you up too?

He's fine, you're fine.

Everybody's fine.

I have a, uh, proposal for you.

It's a wondrous, exciting opportunity

of a lifetime.

Since you have a way with that turtle.

So, I propose that you coax the wishes from him,

and then give them to me!

That's your proposal?

It is!

That's the wondrous, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Indeed.

You're really standing there,

and saying you want me to get wishes out of this turtle

and give them to you,

the nutjob witch that just kidnapped me.

Mm-hm.

And why would I do that?

Because...

there's nothing you'd love more.

I call that my, um, "Happy to Oblige" powder.

Hm, let's see if it worked.

Oh, Turtle Boy,

Turtle Boy,

oh, I am so very chilly.

Could you put another log on the fire for me?

Absolutely.

Consider it done.

Uh.

Anything else I can do for you?

Yes, hm.

I love your shoes, Turtle Boy.

Give them to me.

Of course!

Yeah, I, I would love nothing more.

They would look so adorable on you.

Oh, you're such a dear.

Happy to oblige.

I know you are.

Any sign of her?

Not yet.

We have only to wait until the dinner gong sounds.

That witch has never missed a meal.

And what then?

How shall we confront her?

And rescue Sir Dwight.

I have a plan.

I don't think you do.

Hm.

We split up.

Yes!

And we run through the inn yelling,

"Fire! Fire!"

No.

Hexela and I will stay here

while your Highnessesses, Highnesses, Hi--

you two search the upstairs rooms.

But whatever you do, do not confront Ragana.

Okay, now what you want is a nice arch.

Now back to my proposal.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Um, what was it again?

You get wishes from the wish turtle,

and then you give them all to me.

I love it!

I love it!

I'm so excited!

You are gonna wish for some awesome stuff!

Let's get started.

Yeah!

Do whatever you need to do

to make that Wish Turtle content.

I'm on it.

Hey little guy!

How you doin'?

You feelin' okay?

Can I get you anything?

Anything you need?

Anything you'd like to do?

Wait.

How about we go swimming at the turtle pond?

My wish!

You betcha!

What do you want?

Uh,

oo, do you see these teensy little lines

that are starting to form on the side of my eyes,

like really prominent when I smile, like that.

See 'em?

Oh, um.

I hate them, I want them gone!

Copy that.

You see that witch lady, right there?

I wish she didn't have any little crow's feet lines.

Ah!

Look at me!

Oh, I look amazing!

I'm perfect!

Nearly perfect.

Do it again.

Ah, sure thing.

Ah! Dinner gong!

I'm starved.

You, keep getting more wishes.

Awesome.

Hm.

Whatcha doin'?

What?

Ooo.

What are ya doin' there?

That's pretty cool.

That's fun.

Can I help?

What's that for?

I'm protecting my property.

Ah.

Anything that crosses through those lines

will instantly be turned to cinders.

See?!

Whoa, yeah, that used to be my shoe.

I know what I want for my next wish.

What?

You tell the turtle

I would like excessively plump lips.

Ah, yay.

Yeah, that's fun.

Neat.

Ha!

Guys!

You're all right!

Oh, hold up!

What's amiss?

If anybody crosses these chalk lines

they'll turn into ashes.

You jest, surely.

No, I really don't.

That used to be my shoe.

Test it.

Find something.

Uh.

I have it.

Ta da!

And now I have no shoes.

A witch's trap.

Ohhhh.

Cool.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Hm.

Hexela?

It is you.

You look absolutely stunning as ever, my love.

Ah, Vika.

How wondrous to see you, my darling.

Hexie!

Where have you been hiding yourself, sweetums?

Oh.

Who's this?

I a--

Psst.

My servant.

Oh.

So handsome.

I'll give you a prince's earlobe for him.

Two earlobes and a pinkie knuckle.

I--

am not for sale...

madame.

Oh.

Look who's back.

Not a single wrinkle.

You know how old that witch is?

Hello...

dearie.

I have it.

I must simply douse Sir Dwight liberally with water.

I love it.

How will that help?

He'll be too wet to turn to ash.

Obviously.

What?

Hold still, Sir Dwight.

Ah, you betcha.

You really think a little water

will foil a witch's trap?

Never doubt me.

Huh.

Wow, that's magic.

How I'd love to smack

that perfect, plump, baby face of hers.

Ragana.

Hexela.

Shall we finish what we've started?

What for?

You already have your magician back.

For the boy.

Brawl, brawl, brawl.

I have another plan!

Man, you are on fire today!

I shall scale the outer wall to the roof--

Uh-huh.

then saw a hole directly over Sir Dwight,

then lower him a length of rope.

Sweet.

How can I help?

We don't have a saw.

Oh!

Way to be prepared, Chlodwig.

We don't have a rope.

Aw.

You know, don't worry about it man.

It's fine,

me and this wish turtle have to stuff to do anyway,

so we're gonna get to work.

Oo-oo.

Chlodwig, go find Baldric and Hexela

and bring them hither.

Of course,

one of them is bound to have rope.

You're doing great, bud!

You're a hero.

Sir Dwight, how do you get a wish from that turtle?

Ah, turns out it's not that hard,

I, he just really wants to go to the turtle pond

and swim with the other turtles.

You mean,

all you have to do is promise to take it to the turtle pond?

Yeah, yeah, pretty much.

So, when we get out of here,

we really gotta take this guy to the pond,

because I've been kind of building it up.

Yes!

Fine to the turtle pond we will go.

But--

Thank you, Gretta!

first it must grant you a wish,

which you will use to wish yourself out of this trap.

Oh, okay, yeah.

Yeah, will do.

Ah, yah!

Oh, oh, oh.

Fifty crowns on Ragana.

Fetch me a rope.

That's a bad miss.

Poor Hexie.

You're losing your touch.

Skunk/Regana:

Ha ha, expertly played!

A prince's earlobe on Hexela!

Ha, ha.

I'm sorry about the hold up, buddy.

We're just wrapping up here.

But, next stop, turtle pond!

And it's super shady and super mossy.

And you're gonna make a whole lot of friends.

The wish!

I wish Ragana had excessively plump lips.

Ew.

What?

I'm so glad that worked.

Have you gone mad?

No, no, no.

I'm good.

No, it's just that Ragana hit me

with this, um, "Happy to Oblige" powder?

Who knew, right?

Oh.

Hexela.

Hexela!

Hexie!

Hexela, Hex--

Oh, mmph.

You can't win, Hexela.

Oh yeah?

And why is that?

Because I know your weakness.

Oh!

Oh, a death grip!

Oh dear.

A death grip on poor Baldric's poor heart.

Oh.

Shall we call it a draw, Hexela?

You might still be able to save him.

No!

Haaa! Yah!

Oh.

Is she?

Gone.

The coward.

Hail the victor!

Hail the victor!

Hail the victor!

The witch's trap, it's gone.

Don't move.

Hm.

Ow!

Hey!

Let's away.

Ah!

Hail the victor!

Chlodwig.

Out of my way!

Out of my way!

Baldric!

No!

His wounds are mortal.

What does that mean?

What wounds?

A death grip.

It crushed his heart.

No.

No.

He's dying.

No, no, no, no, no.

He needs a doctor.

There's no time!

Baldric, don't.

He's not waking up.

Elevate his feet.

Put, put a blanket on him.

Where are you?!

Where are you?!

Baldric, you can't.

No.

Hey!

Hey, you wanna go, you wanna go to the turtle pond?

You wanna splash around,

you wanna hang with the other turtles?

Sir Dwight,

I fear it's too late.

Oh, oh.

Baldric, you can't.

Gretta.

You can't.

Gretta.

No.

No, no, it'll be awesome.

We can, we can splash our little feet

and do whatever turtles do.

Baldric, please don't go.

Baldric, please.

Please.

I need your help.

He needs your help.

Move aside.

No, Baldric.

I know I don't deserve it,

but I promise I'll get us out of here

and you'll never have to be anyone's wish turtle ever again.

What is it?

Ah, a Renaissance Tonic.

Wasted on a servant.

Trust me.

Just one last time?

Baldric.

Baldric.

You're alive!

I'm here, princess.

I'm here.

A wish turtle.

The boy has a gift!

I wish,

I wish you were just a normal turtle!

Beef-witted boy!

What have you done?

Tear him apart!

The boy is mine!

Fairly won in a witch's brawl.

'Tis true.

To the victor go the spoils.

What was Ragana's is now yours.

May your cauldron ever simmer,

may your brew ever bubble.

Congratulations, darling.

I'll give you two prince's ear lobes

for your hefty serving man.

Keep your earlobes, witch.

Thank you, but no.

I must be off.

Servants?

I'm gonna miss you.

You have a good life.

You are a man of your word, Sir Dwight.

Twice you have saved my life, Hexela.

And don't you forget it.

You may have your pick of any book in my collection.

Mm.

I would even agree to a year of servitude.

Mm.

No, Baldric, I require no payment from you,

but the day may come when I need your help

as badly as you needed mine.

And you shall have it.

We dig here.

Whew!

This goes a lot faster with two people.

I'm privileged and delighted to be of service.

Pray forgive me, I do struggle with names.

I know you told me, but what is it again?

Herbenfredfrim.

Ah.

Of course.

You can't imagine the joy it gives me

to be working side-by-side

with a Tovenaar brother once more Herbed... fredfrim.

I've dedicated every waking hour for the past 1500 years

in finding your bones and bringing you all back.

Whew!

Fifteen-hundred years.

Though I confess,

a thousand of those years were not in fact waking.

Hm?

Long story.

There was this princess,

then a sleep spell of some kind,

and a page boy that,

tedious.

Unimportant.