Warlock Page #3

Leave it!

If God stands with us,

we'll need it no more!

We didn't find him yet, did we?

Well, would you look at this?

Hmm?

The bread. Didn't rise.

Browned, but it didn't rise.

Must've forgotten to...

tell me your woes.

You are bewitched.

Who are you?

The hex mark, is it

yours, or is it not?

Hex mark? What?

I haven't seen a hex

mark in 30 years.

The mark is mine.

Amish?

Mennonite.

And we are bewitched.

From there.

Hither has he come.

Hammer, nails.

Dad, what the devil do

you think you're doing?

Who are these people?

If there are children

present, make them absent.

Take them and leave.

Leave? Wait a minute.

I got a schedule to keep.

I can't just traipse off

and turn this place over...

listen to me.

The horse that sweats

in the morning,

cream that sours overnight.

You know the signs.

We both know.

Fix these pennies here.

'Twill ward off

any errant magic.

On my word,

close and brace the stairs.

You must open them

only when I say.

And should ever

your eyes meet his,

never show him no fear.

'Tis the air he breathes.

Hey.

Careful.

He was here.

"Mortes datoris antipueris. "

He's come for it.

Blessings of heaven,

'tis the Grand

Grimoire he's after!

The spell book.

All witches keep grimoires,

yet one is indestructible.

One is the bible of black magic.

The Grand Grimoire.

Always witches have

lusted for it.

And now here I find a page.

One lone page.

'Twas last held by

a Boston church.

The West End Church.

I had urged them

to third the book,

thus thirding the chance

of a witch thieving it.

But the pages were to be

kept on hallowed ground,

not scattered about

the landside like...

where's the warlock?

He's fled.

I don't get it.

If thing is so

bitchin' to witches,

why would he leave a page?

Even just a page.

He would not.

The steps!

Of all the curiosities

here I've seen,

none have surprised

me more than this.

The brace!

Forgotten witches fly?

I forget nothing.

Who appointed you

executioner, Redferne?

'Twas you yourself...

When one life too many

you did steal.

It seems even 2 thirds

can work marvels.

Why'd you let him go?

Yes!

Remove his boots! His boots!

Where's my goddamn bracelet?

Ew!

Hold his toe.

Where's my goddamn bracelet?

Nay. Look not in his eyes!

Nay!

Oh.

He's getting away!

Keys. Find me brass keys.

With them I can remove this hex.

The warlock. You can't just

let him blow out of here.

He'll die should I leave!

The hammer!

Take it.

Where you find his tracks,

nail the earth deeply.

A nail. Shitty little nail!

Give me a shotgun, then I'll...

take the blessed hammer!

He can be crippled!

Nails.

Help you?

No, no.

Feel.

Mmm.

The keys should be spun

once each hour, clockwise.

Meddle not with the dressing.

By morn' the blood shall stop.

How's he doing?

I have no excuse.

Safe to say that having

seen so many die

by the warlock's hand,

the chance to spare just

one life with mine own...

forget it.

I understand.

Besides...

I got it back.

Then let's tarry not.

We'll rebuild the compass.

Brass, copper, glass.

'Tis this, his blood,

that matters most.

Here.

And here.

You've watched me long enough.

The gas is on the right,

the brake's on the left.

It's more than I knew

when I started to drive.

Drive, me?

And take this. It's for gas.

When they give you

the slip of paper,

just scribble a name.

Any name. They never check.

You're not coming?

Look, you got my car, my money...

My best wishes.

Later days, Redferne.

We had a deal, remember?

Just till I got

my bracelet back.

That was it, man.

That was it.

You know what he's capable of.

You've seen.

Why do you think I'm not going?

What are you called?

It's a little late for

introductions, ain't it?

Your name.

Kassandra with a "K."

Then hear me well,

Kassandra with a "K."

The warlock holds 2

parts of the book.

This much he confessed.

Know you what happens

should he gain all 3?

I don't want to know.

I don't.

Hidden within that book

is the name of God.

The lost name of God.

The lost name of...

Uh-uh.

I don't want to hear this.

'Tis the name invoked

during creation.

Witches charge that

should this name,

this true name of God, be

uttered back to front...

I'm not listening.

LA LA LA LA LA...

Should this name be

uttered in reverse,

all creation will undo.

'Twill reverse.

We'll uncreate?

That what you're telling me?

The whole world just...

all worlds, Kassandra. All.

Ohh.

He scares the crap out of me,

and he knows it.

I'll not let him harm you.

Next time there won't

be any spells.

No hexes, no potions.

Next time he's gonna kill me.

I'll not let him harm you.

We travel north?

Trust me on this, ok?

But if all along the

warlock has borne east...

we're not going to play tag

with this guy anymore.

What would you have us do?

Did kids in 1691

ever play a game

where they jump over

someone else's back?

Leaping frog?

There you go.

Instead of tag, we play leapfrog.

When we get to that

church in Boston

they got to have records, right?

Forget the warlock.

We'll find the last part

of the book instead.

But what happens if the

church is no longer standing?

I didn't shoot your

plan full of holes.

Is that, like, the

old West End Church,

or is that the new

West End Church?

The one on Somerset Avenue?

Nay. 'Twould be Somerset Road.

Oh! Close enough.

Thanks, operator.

Still got that knife?

Give me it.

My bodkin?

No, your knife.

Come on. We'll check it with my bag.

It's ok.

Ok.

Um...

Ok, how about that whip?

What of it?

They're not going to let

you on board with that.

On board what?

Just give me the whip, ok?

That comes to $596.36.

Cash, check, or charge?

Charge...

I think.

Excuse me. Gate 40?

Sure. Just go down the

hall, turn right,

then through the double

doors on your left.

Thanks.

Oh, no.

The computer must be down.

Timing, huh?

You know, we better hurry,

or we're going to

miss this plane.

Redferne?

Come on, let's tarry not.

What...

these winged machines...

the ones that thunder...

Planes.

But men travel inside them...

Through the air?

Men like us. Come on.

Oh, no, no.

Look, you...

In my day, those even

endeavoring to fly

are accused of witchery.

No, no, look yourself, ok?

The book is in Boston.

That means we got

to beam out there

and find someone who knows.

My boots work best with

ground beneath them.

Directly beneath.

What am I going to

have to do here?

Hold your...

oh, sh*t.

Where did you get this?

The farmhouse.

I know, but you're going

to have to leave it here.

I'll not abandon

my every weapon.

Look...

We're going to miss our plane.

Give it to me.

I'll not.

Look, Buster,

I'm in charge of

this safari now,

and if I say you're going to...

keep it. Keep it?

Quit arguing with me

and just keep it!

Boston.

Looks like you just made it.

You're telling me.

Can I take that for you?

Over my rotting corpse.

Family heirloom.

Ah.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

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