The Curse of the Village -Part 8-Dance of the Banshee


Rory sat on the ground listening to the screaming in the distance.  He covered his ears to try and dampen the raquet.  After fifteen minutes the wailing stopped, Rory was dizzy with fatigue.

He tried to keep his eyes open but he just couldn’t, his eyelids were heavy.  He fell asleep.

In his dreams he was flying high above this labyrinth, he soared to the top of the cavern and could see every part of the maze.  He saw figures walking the paths of various routes, but what drove his eyes was the centre of the maze.

He saw a figure with golden hair sitting by a machine and massive amounts of straw.  She was making the straw into gold and outside the centre wall was a mass of black.  It’s head tilted upwards towards Rory’s figure and let out a horrible scream.  The banshee was advancing fast towards Rory in the sky.

The one thing Rory heard in a deathly voice.

LEAVE!

The banshee was just about to reach Rory, within an inch it was there.  Rory woke up with a start.

As he awoke he felt a tingling sensation, he was disturbed by the feeling.  It was in his left pocket, a small circular item.  He had forgotten he had his compass!

He took the compass out and it’s hand was whizzing fast, so fast the compass was getting hot.  Rory got up and started to walk the perimeter of the maze, he walked a good ten minutes until he came to an opening in the maze.  The compass stopped.

Not knowing where to go but follow the compass, Rory felt it was a lifeline.  He followed this path until the compass stopped.  He took the right turn and he kept this on for a good 3 hours or so.

The compass had took him to the direct centre of the maze, however at the entrance Rory could see that banshee.  It’s black mass covered most of the doorway, more impressive to Rory in his small stature.  He could see two hands hooked to each wall and two legs gripped either side as well.

It was horrific to look at, two red eyes were searching by the entrance.  Narrowed eyes penetrated into Rory’s soul, it sensed him here and it screeched, fantastically white fangs were seen.  Rory’s heart shrank inside, the creature never let go of the wall.

How could he get past this thing.  It was impossible, he had an idea.  It was a bit of a longshot, the creature couldn’t see him but sense him.  He picked up a small rock grain and threw it as far as he could.  

The banshee immediately flew past with an immense scream.  Then it went down the corridors searching.  Rory had no time to lose, it would be back in a flash.

He ran straight through the entrance and there he saw that beautiful blonde woman yarning.  The gold was exquisite.  The woman was unconcerned with Rory, he looked around the room.  There were massive straw piles which seemed to be replenished immediately.  Rory hid in there, he could see the entrance opposite.  Looking around he saw the woman was feeding the gold yarn wire down a well.  

Thames’s his escape route.

Before he could think about going down he saw the banshee, her eyes were not red now but fire, Rory was not horrified now…he was petrified.  The banshee went for the woman and started slashing and slaying the beautiful woman.  She had blood seeping from her body and flowing towards Rory.  The banshee kept on at the woman and did not stop for one second.  The machine was broken, straw flew around the room in a whirlwind, the young woman’s dead eyes looked into Rory’s.

GO! YOU CANNOT SAVE ME MORTAL! IF I LEAVE THE WORLD WILL UNRAVEL!

As soon as she said that time seemed to rewind.  The straw came back to original positions, the machine fixed itself and the young woman came alive and sat back to her work.

Rory didn’t think about it, he made a run for it.  The banshee felt his presence and began to swipe for him.  It was confused at his size and his invisibility, and with that luck was on Rory’s side.  He jumped into the well, he tried to grab the golden thread but missed.  He fell for what seemed forever but he grabbed the thread finally and was safe.

All around him it was pitch black, the only light was from the golden thread.  Rory reached into his back pocket with a free hand and grabbed his torch.  He turned it on and he saw fleshy like substance on the circular wall.

To his astonishment he pointed down and the light lit the bottom just five feet below.  He jumped down and with a squelch there was a rumble.  The golden thread went down into the ground presumably carrying on.

The circular wall was massive, Rory touched the walls and the substance was sticky.  At the opposite side was a massive face, it’s eyes were closed until the light shone fully on it.  Massive wide eyes opened, it squinted in the light.

“WHO ARE YOU?” It bellowed.

Rory was perplexed, could it see him? He was getting confused.

“I’m Rory”

“Rory?” The creature looked confused “how did you get here? I suppose you want something?”

“I need to find the witch Margharta, the goddess Danu sent me onto this path” Rory explained not fully knowing what to expect.

The creatures eyes lit up.

“Danu! Oh how I dream of seeing her Rory!” The creature smiled weakly.

“Well, if you want to know, you are in the very heart of the Hawthorne tree.  Tell the tree where you want to go and I will open the portal, I am the Guardian.” The creature explained.

“I want to go to the witch Margharta”

“Very well Rory, here is the portal” the creature looked to the left and a portal just Rory’s size opened up. It was a brilliant white and Rory had to shield his eyes.  He turned his torch off.

“Thank you guardian”

And with that Rory entered, as he entered there she was the old hag.  There was nothing but white, all Rory heard were the screams of a tormented soul.  Shouting obscenities at a Constant, Rory was told by Margyle that this was the leprechaun.

Margharta looked at Rory and came straight over, she grasped him tightly.

“Who are you fiend? Friend or foe? Friend or foe? Friend or foe? You must be friend!” She looked away “or ye be foe.  Did the trickster send ye?”

Rory knew now he was dealing with a mad woman, and a dangerous one at that.

He had to tread gently.

The Curse of the Village – Part 7-The Mother Earth


“You shouldn’t be here” Danu smiled, her hand was out beckoning him forward.  He did so, the power emanating from this blonde woman was immense.  

She waited for him and knelt down, her hand was on the ground and Rory clambered in.  She took him up to her face and began to speak.

“I’m Danu, I am very old and I know everything in this world.  You are Rory from the village Marghara.  I’m afraid your parents believe you the Curse of the Village” she laughed lightly “but this is not so, you are the first human to enter the other side.  It’s not a curse.”

She sat Rory on her shoulder , he gripped her blur cloth tightly so he wouldn’t slip.  It was a long way down.  Danu looked around, she started to hum a melody.

“Who was that King, Dani? Why is he killing those people?” Rory gently asked.

“He was a very nasty King Rory, he killed many but he killed an ancient tribesman.  He wanted to learn our old ways but was unsuccessful, he killed the ancient.

And so as a final farewell the ancient follower of our ways banished him here for all eternity. With his final breath he uttered sacred magic to the king.  He will play out his hatred and see no satisfaction forever.”

Danu looked sad, her blue eyes welling up with tears.

“All he had to do was give up his kingdom, he could have found his way with our ways.  Men’s hearts are material now and they harden their hearts to love.” She looked at the tunnel and heard faint screams, then she turned to the main pathway.

“Danu, who are you?” Rory was perplexed.

Danu startled by the question did a little giggle “men always surprise me!” Her mouth did a smile to the side.

“I have many names Rory, I am mother earth for one.  I was here at the dawn of time and will be here forever. It is so complicated for you to comprehend who I am, for now I am just Danu.”

Rory sat up straight.

“You mean you’re all powerful? A goddess?” His mouth dropped.

“I was” Danu smiled weakly “until betrayal.” She tugged at her hair as if trying to shrug a memory away.

Rory looked around the cavern, so beautiful and massive, they were in the middle of the cavern.  Suddenly the scraping of a sword coming from one tunnel nearby.  They both looked to the left and there the Viking stood.  Magnus fully armored and sword unsheathed.

He approached Danu.

“I smell him on you” his voice full of hatred “where is thing?” He licked his lips looking up and down Danu.  Danu in a flash put her hand up and Magnus was frozen in place.

“He is a bothersome beast” Danu shivered “such a pity he’s full of hate.”

She took her hand and placed it on her forehead, focused and pointed to the ground. She awoke from trance.

“There! The path, second before the end on the right.  That’s your path to Margartha.  She is hidden even from me.  But I shall stay here with Magnus, he will bother you no more.” She gently took Rory off her shoulder and kissed his head.  He was placed on the ground.

“Thank you for being here Rory, it has been lonely for Mother Earth” she smiled “go on your noble quest to the witch.”

“Thank you Danu!” Rory was exasperated.  He waved farewell and travelled down the path.

He approached the tunnel Danu had told him to go down. The path through this tunnel was extremely cold, deathly cold.  He shivered uncontrollably from the atmosphere.  He carried on and walked straight in.

The coarse tunnel gave way to smooth stone, he passed many pathways into other parts of this wall.  He knew what it was, a maze.  A huge maze at that.

He heard a blood curdling scream.  It was at the centre, a woman’s voice screaming.  Rory ran into the maze looking for the voice, desperately trying to find the woman.  Screams hurting his little ears.

He sat on the ground helplessly.

He was lost in the labyrinth with the screams getting louder.

He was lost.

Curse of the village – part 6-The Vikings Vengence


“He can’t break through Rory!” Margyle voiced echoed.  Rory had fumbled to the ground perspiring, a hand gripping his torch like death.  It was covered in fluid from the giant eye.  Metal chipping at the wall relentlessly, his head hurting.

He got up, every chop of that Viking sword sent a chill crushing down his spine.  

“Then where do I go Margyle?” Rory yelled, the chopping stopped.  Margyle pointed calmly to a small hole on Rory’s right-side.

The hole was just right for his to walk in.  He put the light on, thank god he brought it tonight.  He surveyed the hole and was amazed at what he saw. A small hole it was but inside was a huge cavern stretching high and wide, several paths leading this way and that.

 Jewels and crystals sticking out of the cavern, the light bouncing through it all.
He was dismayed when he saw several paths leading off the main path.  He sat by the entrance wondering what to do.  He suddenly remembered his notebook and pen.  It was in his back pocket, he drew it out and started scribbling and doodling the paths.  His torch going up and down the tunnel for accuracy.

He was happy with the drawing and decided to try the first path on his left, his torch scanned the tunnel and it was empty so he walked down it, for about 30 minutes or so he had no encounters and was ready to head back.

Then he heard laughter and merriness.  Intrigued, he went further.  A glow of light around the corner, his torch turned off.  He was about to turn the corner, that soft glow becoming more brilliant.

He peeked around the corner and saw a massive room, he saw people dancing and singing.  The place was beautiful, many rows of seats and tables full of food.  The women sat on knights laps and jesters pranced around.  There was a huge throne at the end of the room.

A giant to Rory, or a normal sized person sat there.  It was a king, Rory noted by the crown atop his head.  

His eyes looked around the room with annoyance. Cold eyes that struck his spine deeper than the Viking sword.

The King stood up and held his hand to silence the music.  The music stopped immediately.

“Who are you all?? You do not live by me!” The king bellowed.  “I hate you all!”

With that the king took his broadsword and cleaved his way through the hall.  His eyes were still cold, he didn’t look passionate even through the massive swings.  He wasn’t exhausted, he wasn’t showing emotion, he was just killing these people as if he were bored.

There was blood everywhere, people screaming and yelling to stop. Not one knight took his sword up to fight. Rory was horrified at the scene, he couldn’t look.  The king finished once the last person slid of his broadsword.

He went back to his throne and sat in the same posture Rory saw him in. 

The blood emptied from the floor and the people that had died rose up and began laughing and dancing once more.  The king looked on with those emotionless eyes.

A beautiful lady went to his side and whispered in his ear.  The king let out a sigh and stood up.

Again he put his hand up and the music ended.

“People of Dal nAraidi, your High King Buile Shuibhne has just been informed that Magnus Barefoot has been alerted to an intruder amongst us.” At that moment a massive thump, then continuously on the door.

The king looked annoyed to be interrupted.  “Open the gates!” He bellowed.

Some knights rushed to the door and unbarred it, massive timbers removed that required four knights on each side. The door slowly opened, a familiar scrape on the floor.

The Viking Magnus slowly emerged through the portal.  He approached slowly and his footfall echoed through the chamber.  his helmet had ornamental wings sat atop, piercing eyes under the rim.  his tall stature and muscular build made him look quite formidable.

He stood before the king, his sword by his hand.

“Intruder. Beware” the Viking said pointing to his eye, his broken English tearing through the atmosphere.

“What does he look like invader?” The king asked 

The Viking shrugged and proceeded to hold out his hand.  His finger and thumb slowly going down to show a description of the size.

The king laughed at Magnus, mocking him for his description.  Magnus took offence and he replied with a sword straight through the Kings heart. The Viking turned to the hall.

“Kill intruder! Beware!” Pointing at his eye. he glanced around the hall pointing.

Rory was horrified that he was being hunted.  Who the hell were these people? And what did he have to do?

His thoughts were broken when the king resurrected, his mortal wound healed instantly and he told the Viking to leave. the Viking did not flinch and the king took his broadsword and waved it around.  He then sat on his throne confident that Magnus got the message. he sat in that same posture and the Viking left dragging that sword down the stone floor.

Rory knew there had to be something to this room, what was it?  He just wanted to get out of here.  away from the horrible scene.  the door slammed with great force.  

Rory heard a voice, a female, inside his mind.

“Come away from the mad king! he is tortured forever, leave him be!”

startled Rory looked around to see someone but there was nothing.  Rory obeyed and ran back to the main path.

There she was in the middle of the path, a beautiful blonde woman with the bluest eyes.  She dwarfed Rory in stature. She was smiling at Rory and he was at peace.

“who are you??” he asked.

“I’m Danu”

Rory stood puzzled.  who the hell was she?

The Curse of the Village – Part 5-The Impossible Climb


Rory looked up at the tree, it was like looking up a mountain.  His small stature made him look like a flea to the tree.  He began to climb, quite a few little cracks and holes went up the tree.  He carried on for a good hour until he was exhausted.  How could he climb this tree?  It might as well have been the largest mountain in the world.

He got to a ledge after following the lit path.  Rory sat and rested, not for long as he heard rumblings from below.  He peered down the sheer drop and saw little heads coming towards him.  Little heads with two thin lines coming out.

The heads grew larger as they approached Rory.

DONT FEAR!

Rory scrambled backward and hurt his back. The rumble got louder, almost deafening. Two thin lines slowly crept over the ledge.

DONT FEAR!

Two little eyes peeked up from the ledge, ants.  These creatures seemed to communicate telepathically with Rory.

“Friend of Margyle, we here to help” the ant said telepathically, it turned it’s head sideways as if confused “I not know?”

The ant started to poke Rory with one of its ligaments, it’s mouth clacking excitedly. “Bring to queen” 

Rory was overwhelmed with fear, this ant looked absolutely monstrous.  Then he remembered what Margyle told him, he was meant to be invisible.  He looked at the creature and tried to communicate.

“NO QUEEN! ME GO UP TREE. MARGYLE!” Rory pointed upwards at the gold illuminated path.  The ant followed his finger upwards.  It shrugged.

Rory went on. “MARGYLE MAKE ME INVISIBLE.  HOW YOU SEE ME?”

He was met with laughter, the ant was stomping on the ground guffawing.  There were other ants poking their heads up from ledge.

The ant suddenly stopped and replied.

“YOU INVISIBLE YES. ME ALIVE CAN SEE.” It’s leg rose up as in imitation of his “DEAD CANNOT SEE.”

Rory looked dismayed, dead things up there in that tree.  What had he gotten himself into? His parents voices echoed in his mind, warnings.

He looked up to the ant and firmly said “NO QUEEN.  UP!” The ant started stomping and squeaking fast as if trying to fight some primal urge.  It rushed to Rory, panicked and in the moment Rory put up his hands in defence.

The ant gently grabbed Rory with its mandibles. The ant started to climb, as it went up, Rory could see down behind the ants thorax millions of ants climbing.  The weirdest feeling that an ant could carry a human being.  

The ant followed the golden path around the tree roots and made steady progress.  The powerful legs of the ants made the tree easy to climb.

They reached a massive ledge to which the golden path stopped.  The ant left Rory on the ground and went to turn away. “STOP!” Rory screamed telepathically. The ant slowly turned it’s head, the two little eyes showed no emotion.

“WHATS YOUR NAME?” He asked the ant. Laughter from the ant.

“ME HAVE NO NAME, ME NO NEED” With that the ant crawled over the ledge and descended down the tree root.

“THANK YOU ANT” Rory replied.

Rory decided to make a little camp here on the ledge, he could see Margyles little cove from here. Not so far off but to Rory it was a huge distance.

As Rory relaxed and thought of what to do next he heard scraping metal.  It was coming from inside a hole just west of the ledge.  Scraping of metal against a wall, it was getting closer and closer.

There was a giant eye looking from that hole, it looked left and right as if searching something.  The scraping carried on and the eye left the hole.

“His name is Magnus” came a familiar voice “Magnus Barefoot, a trapped viking.  His spirit lurks in the tree, beware.”

Rory looked over to see across the water it was Margyle. 

Rory looked back to the hole and the eye was back.  Scraping of metal. Rory decided to move but the eye stayed in place searching frantically.  The path was wide and Rory was able to move quite stealthily.

He sneaked around until he was at the back wall, he was able to reach the eye.  He looked around on the ground for something.  All he could see was dust, he remembered he had his torch.  An idea formed in his mind, he took the torch out.  He stepped in front of the eye and turned the torch on.  Rory aimed at the eye with the light but it did nothing.

He didn’t know what else to do, this eye was horrible and the metal scraping sent shivers down his spine.  He threw the torch down harshly, the eye went straight to the noise.  Rory heard a foreign language being uttered and mumbled.  He couldn’t quite make it out.

He made a mistake, the eye was motivated to find something and went back to frantic searching. Rory picked up the torch and stabbed the eye with all his heart.

As he did loud bellowing pain erupted from Magnus.  Howling in a strange dialect.  The eye was gone but the metal ceased scraping, it was now chopping.

Rory had to find somewhere . And fast.

The Curse of the village – Part 4-The Illuminated Path


“I’ll give you a few things to take” Margyle said as he sat musing, his hand to his lips.  He was deep in thought. Almost in meditation.

He snapped his fingers and a potion appeared, a potion that was tiny. “This is for her, I’ve had this a long time.  You must get her to drink it! It has properties to make her smaller than you, so small she can fit in your pocket.” He paused “we’re going to have to make you invisible! Oh and that potion..she will lose her magic.  Do not mention that!” He flicked his hand.

“You are invisible now. Conarght of the Gold will not disturb you, he’s not been seen in 60 years, some believe him dead” Margyle scratched his head.

“Why do I need to be invisible Margyle?” Rory looked up at the giant goblin.

“Because inside that tree are creatures of the darkest colour of magic! Best keep your wits, you can sleep before hand. I’m sure one night would do her no harm” the goblin looked at the tree roots, he imagined her face staring out at him. He shook his head abruptly. He loomed at the straw bed, Rory had fallen asleep.

Margyle smiled. Then turned back to the tree and studied paths for his new friend to climb.  He uttered a few words of magic and a little thin light illuminated up and around the tree roots.

A pathway for little Rory to climb.

Rory was having the best sleep, dreamt of his parents and treasure.  He awoke refreshed and content. As he rose he stretched and yawned.

It dawned on him where he was, back in that little alcove. His happiness fell off like wet clothes. Margyle was nowhere to be seen, he saw a little writing on the floor illuminated by light.

“Go on Rory to the tree, climb there and set her free!”

Rory shook his head, the last of the sleepiness fading away.  He grabbed the tiny potion and went on his way.

He travelled through the cave by a little light on the ground. Margyle must have left this trail he imagined, it took him all the way to the underground river.  A small piece of wood lay on the river bed.  Enough for him to sit on, he used his hands to row.

The wood floated softly towards the hawthorn tree, he could see the light trailing up the tree.  His path to free the witch.

He felt like an ant in this world, so small and fragile.

He was at the tree, time to go.

The Curse of the village – Part 3-the secret goblin


Rory was carried swiftly down a hole and through tunnels.  Up and down underground hills, he would never have been able to get through this in his normal size.

Margyle ran fast for miles underground, it was so dark that Rory could not see anything in front.  Eventually Rory felt the goblin come to a halt.

“Here we are little one” Margyle hand searched his fur for Rory, he grabbed him gently and put him down on the soft dirt.

Margyle waved his hands and a light glow appeared around the small alcove they were standing in.  Rory looked around and saw various pots, pans and what looked like books.  There was one chair and a straw bed in the corner.  Close by was a little river and above that some tree roots.  Massive tree roots that continued down through the river bed.

Margyle grunted as he sat down and beckoned Rory to lie down on the straw bed.

“I’ll tell you what happened my little friend” he slowly spoke “as I said I would need you to do a small task.”

Rory nodded, not knowing what it would entail.

“So about 200 years or so I was changed into this form you see now.  I was a young man, engaged and ready to settle.  It was all arranged until the woman I was in love with…” his tone was sorrowful “AM in love with…she is a witch or was…her beauty knew no bounds.”

Rory was starting to guess what the task would entail.  Margyle continued.

“Oh Rory! If you had seen her! Hair of the blackest night, well it was until she used her magic on me.  You see I found out she was a witch and I confronted her.  I caught her in a ritual. She was enraged to be found out, her arrogance over rode her love for me. ”

He looked at the tree roots sadly, they twinkled from the light of the alcove.

“She turned me into this form, she knew of a tribe of goblins. The ones up there! And she asked them to take me in. She laughed as I went with them, yelling to me that she would play the grieving bride to the best of her ability. Days went by when I thought she’d changed her mind or at least see me.  She never came back and I hated her but I still loved her.  Meanwhile In the goblin world it’s total warfare, I fought with them everyday and I survived. I killed Frengal the Dogfighter in my first month and I am now a Chief Warrior in this tribe.  My name is Margyle the Red and I am a goblin. I am consigned to my fate.  Now the task of Marghartha.”

He pointed to the roots of the tree.

“My love, the witch Marghartha is in the tree there, it is a Hawthorne tree so be careful! I’ve heard that Conarght of the Gold has her imprisoned somewhere deep in the heart’

Rory pulled his head up.

“Why would you free her?” He asked “even after what she dId to you?”

“Well my love for her is still there but it’s deeper than that…I’m giving her something she did not offer me.” Margyle was tearing up.

Rory looked at him puzzled.

“Freedom!” Margyles tears flew freely.

The Curse of the village -part 2-the cove


Rory woke up, his head ringing. He rubbed his head and felt a swollen lump.  He was in a dark damp place.  He searched for his flash light desperately.  It was gone. A sliver of moonlight streamed from a crack above.  A lifeline.

“You’ll never find it” a voice boomed out of the darkness. He could make out two yellow eyes blinking, then sharp white teeth. “Your magic light beam.”

“Who are ye?” Rory asked.

The creature smiled, Rory reckoned he might have been about three foot tall from the proportion of his teeth from the ground.  He rubbed his head again.

“Right now, I’m the closest to a friend you have! See up there” a furry hand silhouette pointed up “the goblins are having a meeting on how to eat you.”

Rory was terrified, never before had he expected this to happen.

“Don’t be afraid young ‘un!” The creature held out an item, his flashlight “I am a friend, do you trust me?”

Rory grabbed the light and turned it on, the small room illuminated and he saw his “friend” for the first time.  A goblin, but different to the others.  Same fur but cleaner, and his hair was in braids.

The creatures yellow eyes narrowed from the bright light.

“I’m going to help you, but when I do I beg you to tarry for a little while.  Do you agree?” The goblin put his hand out in friendship.

Rory had no choice but nodded his head and said yes.  He took the hand of friendship, the goblin smiled and uttered a few words.

Immediately Rory began to shrink, the ground was getting closer and closer while the goblin was getting taller and taller.

The process had finished and the goblin put his hand down to pick Rory up.  Shaken, Rory was petrified. The world was big and it just got a whole lot bigger.

The giant goblin hand scooped him up like he was a fly, very gently the goblin put Rory in his fur and hurried off out the room.  The creature went up and down underground hills and around corners until he came out above ground.  Rory heard shouting and cursing in the distance.

“Roast the pipsqueak!” A voice said “grind him to dust and flavour some deer with it” said another. Rory keep hidden in the fur of this goblin.

Silence happened when this creaturr came close to the others.

“The prisoner is gone!” He announced and the six or seven goblins started howling.  They shook their fur with rage and howled like wolves.  A crescendo of noise that hurt Rory’s tiny ears.

He recoiled deep into the goblin fur that smelt musty.  The howling stopped, the creatures started talking.  Rory slowly edged forward to put his head out.

“He is an outsider, Margyle. He’s…hes…tasty” said a red furred goblin licking it’s lips.  Sharp teeth bared.

The one named Margyle slowly put his hand up.  “We will not be eating him, nor shall we chase him” 

“Drats!” Said another one in annoyance and started pounding his fists on the ground.  “Why? All we have is rats to eat, I’m tired of skinny rotten rats.”

Margyle walked slowly away, Rory climbed the fur to the top of the goblins head.  They were out of sight from the little clan of goblins.

“Why have you saved me?” He asked.

Margyle s eyes turned from a dark yellow into a soft white glow.  He smiled.

“How could I kill my own kind?” Margyle slowly nodded his head.

“A long time ago I was human, come!” He sadly gestured to a hole “I’ll tell you all about it, then you will need to complete a task for me.”