Warlock Page #4

Get passive, huh?

You can actually get

some sleep here.

What now?

There's a witch among us.

Set me free.

The vane.

Where did that wench

put the vane?

Wait. Take a minute here, huh?

We're, like, 39 million

feet in the air.

There's no way he

could be on board.

Cream that spoils,

a flame that burns pure blue...

there's no way, Redferne.

I know all the signs!

Look, I know he's not here.

How?

How is it you're so sure?

You saw him.

We're after the book now.

Remember?

You saw him, and

you told me not!

We left him behind, Redferne.

Look, we're halfway to Boston.

He's back there beeping

the X-ray machines.

Forget him, ok?

He's with us still.

Now I'll search thither.

You, thither.

Keep your wits about you...

Such as they are.

Excuse me.

Well?

I cannot reason this.

There is witchery afoot.

I draw breath and taste it.

Maybe there's another

witch afoot.

Could be, like, Glenda,

Good Witch of the West.

A good witch?

Sweet dreams, Redferne.

Good witch.

Let me guess...

California, right?

How'd you know?

Bear to your left.

What?

'Twas Boston common

we just now passed?

Yeah.

And we travel north

on Tremont Road?

Yeah, we're on Tremont.

Then bear west.

The church lies not far off.

Think I'll keep going this way,

loop around onto Cambridge.

Nay, turn here. Here!

Hey, look, pal,

I know this town pretty good.

I've lived here since 1958.

How about you?

Don't answer that.

Lest you favor throttlings

to the ears and face,

bear west here.

They wonder why we

hate the Lakers.

Pray, might we speak inside?

Speak?

It's important.

It really is.

Maybe you could come back

tomorrow in the morning.

Any time after 8:30 or

call the church office.

Regarding the Grand Grimoire.

Some of the other clergy

know about it, too.

I'm not the only one

who's seen the records,

but nobody seems to

recall how or why

it came into church hands.

Some sort of witches'

book, isn't it?

Can we see those records...

Tonight?

Church papers wouldn't

be for sale...

At any price.

You are document collectors,

isn't that it?

We aren't here to buy anything.

We just have to find that book.

It's not here, if that's

what you're hoping.

It was broken up long ago

and divided into...

he's here.

The wretch is on us

like a tail on a hound.

No, he's not here.

He is. He's not.

Can I ask what your interest is

in finding such a book?

Our interest lies

in stopping those who would

see all good falter.

It lies in stopping

the powers of misrule

from coming of age.

It lies in finding

that damned book

and thwarting a

vile beast of a man

who shall not rest until

God himself is thrown down

and all of creation becomes

Satan's black-hell-besmeared

farting hole.

You asked.

Here.

"Chronicled in the

year of the Lord

"sixteen hundred ninety and two,

"Township of Boston,

"some few remarks upon

a book most dire...

"called by some the

book of shadows,

"by others, the Key of Solomon,

"and named by others still

the Grand Grimoire. "

Aye, that's the one.

"... the need for exquisite caution.

Many-faced lieutenants

of Lucifer. "

Well, the language

gets pretty thick,

but I remember something about

how the book was distributed.

Like, where?

Let's see, uh...

"One part was placed

"within the slender

hollow of a table

used in the taking

of communion. "

Chas' table.

"Another part was

given to a vicar

"who had recently

founded a ministry

west of the Carolinas. "

The farmhouse.

"And the third part... "

Yeah? Yeah?

Well, if I'm reading

this correctly,

the third part might

still be here in Boston.

Oh, was this a plan or what?

Ok, where?

A graveyard?

A burial ground... one I know.

Now we're going to

go dig up graves?

Is that what you're

trying to tell me?

If luck looks upon us,

there'll be no digging.

For should the earth

there be hallowed,

then the pages lie safe.

Never can no witch set foot

on consecrated ground.

Whose idea was this?

So much has changed,

yet at times, I spy a

familiar stretch of park

or turn of the road.

Over there.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

I don't know. It was a soft...

Sort of like...

A soft...

I'll say good evening...

Even though it does

seem unwarranted.

The two who were here

earlier this night...

what was told them?

The man Redferne.

Well, we...

Talked about many things.

Then talk to me of pages...

of pages and places most secret.

Pages?

I'm afraid I don't know

what you're referring to.

Sit you down!

And let you sit, too.

I feel them.

Them?

How could you know that?

A boy child...

And a girl.

Both shall be born well-favored,

providing he tells

me what I need know.

Please tell him, Stewart.

Tell me, Stewart,

lest your children be born

slugs of cold flesh.

Tell me now.

How do we know if

it's holy ground?

We'll know.

Is that good?

The ground has been consecrated.

Well, that's it, right?

The pages are safe.

Should they still be here.

The pastor, he spoke of a tomb

carved with a hex mark.

I'll search thither,

you thither.

A hex mark?

Aye.

A hex mark.

Redferne.

Like this?

Like this.

The bolts are sound.

There has been no meddling

in all this while.

You mean we're not

going to open it?

Nay.

We'll leave it as we found it.

Good call. Trust me.

We don't want to open this

unless we really... really gotta.

Come on, Redferne.

I think Giles is a nice name.

What, you expected

to live forever?

Well, at least we

didn't have to open it.

I mean, we didn't have to stare

at your putrefied

corpse or anything.

Uh-oh.

What's the deal here?

Redferne!

Get back here! Redferne!

They're moving graves!

That sign says something

about a landfill,

about condos!

They're moving people

from this side

of the graveyard to that side.

And so?

I had this awful thought.

What if that side of the wall...

Wasn't part of the

real graveyard?

You know, I bet you're

aren't even in here.

The pages maybe, but not you.

Are you daft?

'Tis mine own casket.

Yeah, but you're not dead.

You're right here.

Look, before you died, you

came to the 20th century.

Think of it that way.

How could there be tomb

and casket but I died?

Guess we find out the hard way.

Hey. I'll do it.

Now, don't look till I

say it's ok to look, ok?

Just be quick about it.

Well?

Better not look.

Is there a body inside mine own?

Better not look.

Can I look now?

No. Better not.

Oh, blessings of heaven.

What'd you expect?

I said better not

look, and you looked.

How dumb can you be?

The pages... take them and hurry.

Hurry!

Oh, yuck.

I said hurry, did I not?

Doesn't hurt a bit.

Just a couple more.

All that remains is to

see the pages back to...

Hallowed ground.

Redferne?

Aye.

I think he's here.

The pages.

Take off.

Take off!

Go!

No!

Come out, Redferne.

Show yourself!

God!

Virtuous idea.

Stop!

What you hold for what I hold.

A straight swap of goods.

Your offer seems light.

All will die should

I give these up.

The uncreation?

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