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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wizard's Quarrels.
[time] => 2006-01-18 13:54:23
[hometext] => Another true story from bern
[bodytext] => The Northern Wizards were once again attacking the Wizards of the South. This stupid quarrel had been going on for years, with neither side willing to say they were in the wrong. The quarrelling started over a young lad that worked for the most powerful Wizard in the north. He stole one of his master’s most valued secrets and ran away to the south to try to sell the secret. A Wizard in the south took the secret and threw the young lad into a dungeon for stealing. The secret was how to turn iron into gold. The Wizard in the south used the secret to amass a large hoard of gold. Then he offered to sell the secret back to the Wizard in the north. It was a cheeky and dangerous thing to do, as the Northern Wizard was really very powerful. Every so often the Southern Wizard would taunt the Northern Wizard by offering to sell him the secret or by boasting that he knew so much magic that the Northern Wizard would never get his secret back. This had been happening for a large number of years and the Northern Wizard decided to use his magic to upset and perhaps destroy the Southern Wizard. Taking a parchment roll from a wooden shelf he opened the roll and studied it for a while. Then he started getting ingredients and placed them in a large iron cauldron. He lit a fire under the cauldron and with some water that he poured over the ingredients there was soon an evil looking brew bubbling away in the cauldron. The Wizard let the brew simmer away for an hour or more then taking a small spoon he dropped a small portion of the brew onto the floor. It was only a small drop but the effects were terrible the whole of the cave was filled with fog in a matter of seconds. The fog was so wet that it soon dropped of the walls and the ceilings and a large puddle formed in the middle of the floor. Satisfied with his work the Northern Wizard took his cauldron to the Southern most point of his territory and poured its contents on the ground. A thick fog spread quickly and rolled south with the wind covering the whole of the south with fog that soon turned to water drops making everything wet. The cauldron was never empty as soon as the brew was on the ground it filled again. This was indeed powerful magic. The Southern Wizards were soon in a terrible plight. Water everywhere and no sign of it stopping. The Northern Wizard sent a messenger telling the Southern Wizards if they sent back the stolen secret he would stop the water masses. The people living in the south soon had enough of the Southern Wizards and no one would sell the Wizards any bread or meat. The Southern Wizard that had the stolen secret released the young lad from the dungeon and sent him back to his master with the same. As soon as the Northern Wizard had his secret he stopped the water with some dark green looking powder and things gradually went back to normal. In the south there were no Wizards allowed for a very long time, as the people could not forget what had happened when the land was under water. The crops were ruined and the cattle sheep and horses had to live on what was growing on the bushes it was indeed a terrible time for the south. They had one consolation though when they drove the greedy Wizard away from his home he was only allowed to take a change of clothes with him. The gold that he had stored was distributed to all of the people. The Northern people helped the Southern people with hay and food until things were back to normal. This story I found among a pile of old papers that I was going to give for salvaging. Something made me look at the papers and I found the story of the Wizard’s Quarrels and I thought that it was worth writing about. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 511 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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