The Prophecy

By G. W. Thomas

The Lord High Chancellor and Officer of the Petty Court cleared his throat and offered the wizard another cup of chima. "Tis a strange tale told on wintry nights--to travellers for a copper. A child's fable really--"

"I would hear it," declared the Rainbow Man, his green cloak tucked comfortably over his knee.

The wizard's host blushed, stuttered, then said, "Well, the upshot of it is, simply, that a great treasure lies in Hargon castle in the hills. The last owner placed a curse upon on the place. Only one person would ever possess his riches. A person named 'Kazawada'."

"Hm," nodded the sorcerer playing with the fringes on his blue cloak. "I see. I will be going to this place."

"Now?" cried the official.

"Yes, why not?"

"No reason I suppose, except that it is dark of night and leaking rain like an old man's bladder."

"Pff," pffed the Rainbow Man. "Tis but weather."

"B-but the curse?"

"Yes, there is that. But no matter. I will return soon."

With that the Rainbow Man left fluttering his purple cloak behind him.

The Rainbow Man was as good as his word. He returned next morning around breakfast time. He rode in a chariot of solid gold followed by six wagons filled with treasure.

The Lord High Chancellor's jaw hungallowing his breakfast of egg to fall all over his vestments. "You--you--"

"--have returned!" finished the wizard.

"How did you do it?"

"Quite simple really. I just walked in and took the treasure. You see, nobody had ever tried that. You don't have to be called 'Kazawada' to get the treasure. Though I rather think people are going to call me that now, don't you?"

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