“Arise,
ye’ve had enough sleep,” said Deplorium to Truman and Borium. “It’s time tae
earn yer keep.”
Both Borium
and Truman woke with fright
“Deplorium,
cried Borium. “It’s still the middle of the night.”
“Exactly,”
replied Deplorium. “What ah do cannae be done in the light.”
“Tis said
that those who toil before the dawn are Satan’s spawn,” said Truman. “Wouldn’t
you say so, Borium?”
“Yes. What
exactly do you want us to do, Deplorium?”
“Many fools
are buried wi’ jewels.”
Borium and
Truman stared at him aghast
“Och, dinnae
look at me like that. They’re aw jist shells whose souls have passed.”
“It’s still
inhuman!” cried Truman.
“Yes,
Truman. I agree,” said Borium. “I’ll never do that. No, not me.”
“Well, if you’re
not able, ye’ll have tae find another way o’ puttin’ food on the table. Ah’ll
give ye time tae contemplate. Dinnae take too long. It’s gettin’ late.”
Borium gave
Truman a look of dread
Borium
understood and nodded his head. “Deplorium, is there something other we can do
instead? We’re not very good when it comes to the dead.”
“Ye can dig
the soil if that’s how yer feelin’. Ah’ll have a look tae see if there’s
anythin’ worth stealin’.”
Suddenly
Borium’s tongue began to swell
Truman lost control
of his legs and to the floor he fell
“Great
monstrosities fae the bowels of Hell!” cried Deplorium. “Ah know those signs aw
too well. It looks like someone has cast a spell.”
Borium
struggled for breath and Truman began to yell
“Relax, the
pair o’ ye. Ah’ll get somethin’ fae the dell. Ah’ll make a wee brew and ye’ll
both be well.”
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