“The potion must be eaten at the full moon.”
“Ehh!”
MYalu glanced up from an absorbed examination of the amulet.
“And within the quarter shall the fruit be ripe for the plucking.” The whites of MYalu’s eyes gleamed. “Unless,” continued the old man uninterestedly, “there be stronger magic made against thee.”
“Ehh!”
The two hands holding the amulet came down.
“If,” explained Marufa, “another hath tied the grasses of her father’s roof, will there be required a stronger spirit to overcome such magic.”
“But thou hast told me,” expostulated MYalu, regarding the tusk regretfully, “that this is a mighty magic, powerful and infallible, never known to fail.”
“Thus is it,” asserted the old man imperturbably, “for all save a stronger magic.”
MYalu’s eyes wandered from the tusk to Marufa and back. He scowled.