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ning, after returning from his encounter with the Caron woman, Frazier had opened the unassuming box. He had studied the cloudy contents of the four jars and speculated far into the night as to just what might be the outcome of his contract with his lover. |
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Now, he laughed. What if he told Goldstein that he had made love to the so-called Witch of Sixkill? What would Goldstein say? But, even though he wasn't sure how he knew, he did know that it was something he could never tell. |
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His attention returned to the four glass containers. All in all, they were not very different from the ones he remembered his mother using for her annual canning ritual when he was a boy, except these were perhaps a bit larger. Each was sealed, and in each case the contents of the jars were impossible to determine. Whatever the individual jars contained, the milky gray-green liquid that filled the jars to the brim concealed the identity of the contents. |
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Also in the box, he had discovered a carefully penned set of instructions about the use of the contents. The rules for the handling of the various jars were spelled out in a series of terse and cryptic statements. He repeated them now, much as a schoolboy repeats important facts and figures before a test. |
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