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name?”
    “No.”
    “Did she say anything about the prince and
princess’ visit to Britannia?”
    “Well, I had just read that in the paper
that morning, and I remembered she was from there, so I told her
the two zeppelins were coming to Britannia and she reacted in such
an odd way.”
    “ She became
angry?”
    “No, not at all,” Pricilla said. “That’s not
what I mean. She acted like she’d already heard that news. She said
‘Oh yes, isn’t it wonderful. I’ve been waiting such a long
time.’
    “She said she’d been waiting?” Tom
asked.
    “Yes.”
    Miss Kensington and Tom exchanged glances
again.
    “And as far as you know she has not come
back from town yet?”
    “Not that I know of. She’s not in any kind
of trouble is she?” Pricilla asked. “If so I would like our lawyer
to represent her. Witches have legal rights just like anyone else
now days.”
    “She’s not in any trouble,” Tom said. “We
were just checking up on her.”
    “ She did tell me she was
looking forward to seeing how the princess had grown-up these many
years.”
    “Did she happen to say where she would be
staying in town?”
    “No, but I did tell her she would need to
apply for a permit to be in the city.”
    “She walked from here?”
    “She was planning to, but I told her we
could call for a cab.”
    “A cab picked her up?”
    “That’s right.”
    “A black cab or a yellow one?” he asked
knowing there were two cab companies in the city.
    “We always call for the yellow cab.”
    Tom looked at Miss Kensington then and
nodded that they could be on their way, but before he was able to
stand up, Pricilla grabbed his hand. Tom glanced at Miss Kensington
as Pricilla turned his hand over so the palm was face-up and then
she picked up the candle and let a few drops of wax drip into
it.
    Then Pricilla studied the shape the wax
took. After a moment she looked at Miss Kensington. “Fulgur virga,”
she announced, and Miss Kensington promptly turned toward Tom as if
she’d been told he had leprosy or some similar ailment.
    “What does that mean? he asked.
    Miss Kensington looked at Pricilla, but it
seemed Pricilla meant for Miss Kensington to explain.
    “It means like lightning rod,” Miss
Kensington said, “but not exactly literally.”
    “What then?’
    “It means you have a special gift,” Pricilla
said. “Like lightning is drawn to the lightning rod, you are drawn
to trouble or rather it is drawn to you. It is a curse, it is a
blessing.”
    “I understand the curse part, how’s it a
blessing?” he asked.
    “I think you enjoy the danger,” Pricilla
told him. “It suits you and I feel a storm coming.”
    “ How did I come to have
this curse?”
    “It happens. Some people are born losers,
some born lucky. Others have no luck at love and some others are
lucky at cards. Life is part what we make of it and part what is
dealt us. You are a lightning rod. A curse maybe, but also a
blessing, since you have been given unique abilities. Every coin
has two sides,” she said as a coin suddenly appeared in her hand.
She flipped it over and over with her fingers. It was a Roman coin,
Tom thought, on one side was Caesar, on the other was a sword.
    “Thank you for seeing us, Pricilla,
sister-witch,” Miss Kensington said.
    “You should visit more often. You are not as
much of an outcast as you think Domitilla,” Pricilla told her. “You
still have friends here.”
    “Thank you.”
    Tom thanked Pricilla for her time also, and
then he and Miss Kensington headed for the door that creaked open.
They walked to the car, climbed in, and started out the
village.
    “You don’t put any faith in her saying I was
a lightning rod for trouble do you?” he asked.
    “I’m afraid I do,” Miss Kensington replied.
“I would not take her warning of a storm coming lightly
either.”
    “Sometimes my mother would get a bad feeling
whenever I or one of my brothers was late coming home,” Tom said,
“but most times it was