Chapter 51: Ch. 50 – The Foretelling of a Witch

“Oh, great,” Momo moaned. “Another ladder?”

“What goes down, must go back up,” Nia smirked, starting the climb. Momo sighed. Her arm muscles were going to be sacks of overcooked potatoes by the end of this. She'd be hopping back to the Dawn on crutches.

“Dusk?” she whispered once Nia was out of earshot. She didn’t think the woman had taken notice of the invisible cat yet, and she wanted to keep it that way. It was always good to have an extra card up your sleeve. Or in her case, a skeletal cat. Not up her sleeve, specifically, but nearby at the very least.

The cat flickered into view, and Momo smiled, giving her a quick rub on the vertebrae.

“Have you been good? Didn’t eat any of those nice, respectable mice-men?”

Dusk purred. Momo could tell it was sarcastic.

“I’ll pretend that was a yes,” Momo murmured, holding her hand out for the cat to climb. Dusk obliged, climbing up onto Momo’s shoulders and turning to [Phantom] mode once again.

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After a relatively quick and painless ascent into the Hall, they arrived in the jailhouse. The ladder led into the jailhouse’s southernmost cell, at the very end of the long hallway. It was the same hallway that Momo had been locked in before, save one simple aberration: nearly all the cells were empty.

The only noise came from a chattering Eldergoat, who was in extended conversation with the wall.

“No one left,” he babbled, eyes bright and mad. “Just me, old Galgadool. Nobody wants old Galgadool…”

Momo nearly pitied him, but then remembered the prisoner exchange banquet set to happen that same day. He was acting like he was excluded from some prison break, but it was more likely he had been spared from being traded like criminal currency.

Still, Momo sympathized, looking at the way he softly rocked himself in his cage. She knew his plight well. Nothing like being left behind when the rest of your class went out for recess.

“Hey, you, goat!” Teddy barked out. “Where’s all ye friends?”

The eldergoat looked up, startled, and began to blinked frantically.

“Noises in my head! Galgadool is haunted by his captured comrades!” he shrieked, covering his eyes with his hoofs. He curled his knees up to his chin, and assumed the position of a goatly ball.

Momo shook her head at Teddy, silently judgemental. That was no voice to use with a startled animal. As the team’s resident beast whisperer, she’d just have to take things into her own hands.

But first she’d have to perform a miraculous escape from incarceration.

She approached the door to their cage, and pushed lightly. To her glee, it swung right open. The guards hadn’t bothered to lock the cages they had hauled the previous prisoners out of. That was good. It meant they didn’t anticipate their arrival.

Or they did, and the Con Artists were playing right into their hands. Momo frowned. She didn’t like the equal likelihood of those options. She looked towards Nia for any signs of betrayal, but the woman only smiled at her eagerly. Momo blushed, butterflies storming in her stomach. She looked away before her embarrassment hit catastrophic levels.

This was not the time to be fantasizing about criminals. There were plenty of other times for that, but not the current one.

The rest of the party in tow, she slowly approached the Eldergoat’s cage. He looked up at her in terror, bleating frantically.

“Galgadool is a simple goat, no use for you, no use for a knight…”

“Oh will you shut it?” Teddy groaned, causing Galgadool to only chatter further. Momo glared at him.

“Don’t talk to Mr. Galgadool like that,” she insisted, a bit of drunken authority still coursing through her veins. “Radu, hand me a candy.”

Radu looked at her quizzically, but dug one out of his pockets regardless. He handed it over, and Momo slowly slipped it in between the bars of the cage, offering it in an open palm.

“Are you hungry?” Momo smiled sweetly. “These are really good. I think you’ll feel a lot better if you have one.”

Galgadool looked skeptically at the candy, his frantic bleating continuing.

“The enemy wishes to drug Galgadool, but Galgadool must resist…” he cried, eyes locked on the wrapped piece of chocolate, “but Galgadool’s stomach grumbles. He starves. Oh, poor, pitiful Galga–”

“Give me another one,” Momo instructed. Radu obliged with an increasingly skeptical side eye.

“Why are we even bothering with this goat?” Nia interjected. “We know what fate his friends are about to suffer. If we’re faster, we can stop it entirely.”

Despite Nia’s impatience, Momo remained stubborn. She didn’t like being kept in the dark. She could excuse Valerica for doing it, as she seemed clinically predisposed to share only the bare minimum of things, but Momo wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to get a fuller picture.

“We still don’t know what prisoners they’re exchanging, or who they’re exchanging them for,” Momo said, suddenly grateful for the defiant edge the cheese wine had given her. “What if we’re running into a very scary situation completely unprepared?”

“I wouldn’t call us unprepared,” Nia said, smile faltering. “We have an expert [Dark Thief] – me, and a high level Intermediate, Teddy, as well as a handful of middling thieves and con artists…”

“Don’t ye dare call me middling!” the Eldergoat thief piped up, slurring his words slightly.

“Who are coincidentally drunk,” Momo whispered. Nia narrowed her eyes at her.

“We’re all a bit off the horse,” Nia said, and Momo merely blinked at the weird phrase. “But it was a needed sacrifice to get through the tunnels. How else would we have seen in the dark? Don’t get scared off now, Momo. Remember all that coin that’s waiting for you?”

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Momo’s subconscious drew up a picture of a thousand shiny gold pennies. It was a very alluring promise. She imagined returning to the Dawn and stacking thousands of gold coins high on Morgana’s fountain. She’d place them in intricate formations, turning them into elaborate, shiny statues.

Oh god – she was becoming no better than Valerica. The shiny disease had infected her.

“I’m firmly on the horse,” Momo said defiantly. “I just don’t want to be… abruptly thrown off it.”

Nia smirked. “If we play things right, then you can ride out of here on a ten horse brigade. Now come on.”

Nia beckoned the group forward, and all but Momo followed.

“I’m not ready yet,” Momo said, her knees wobbling in a last act of defiance. “Like I said, I really want to know what Galgadool heard.”

“She wants my ears,” the goat whispered, eyes growing in size.

“He clearly hears nothing but voices,” Nia said flatly.

Ignoring her, Momo turned back to the goat. She unwrapped the extra chocolate Radu gave her, and raised it to her lips.

“Look, Mr. Galgadool. I promise the treat isn’t bad. I’m going to eat one, see? So you can too.”

“The small fiend would poison herself to trick Galgadool?” He said, aghast.

“No, no,” Momo frowned. “I’m eating the chocolate to show you that it is just chocolate.”

The goat’s eyes widened again, and then settled. Puzzle pieces clicked in his brain.

“Galgadool will watch with curiosity,” he whispered, pressing his head to the bars. His horns nearly took Momo’s eyes out.

Momo nodded, and then ate the candy, chewing with her mouth open for added proof. He emitted a small gasp, watching as she swallowed it down.

“See? I am alive. I lived.”

“The tiny fiend lives,” he said, processing the information. “So food is not poison?”

“Food is not poison,” Momo nodded. “Food is food.”

“And I am growing older by the second,” Nia groaned. “Are you about done yet?”

Ignoring her once more, Momo offered the chocolate to him again. This time, he took it greedily, slopping it up. He finished it within milliseconds, eyes bright and hungry.

“A twist of fate has struck Galgadool,” he grinned, raising his furry arms upwards. “A savior has emerged!” He looked at her brightly through the bars. “Tell Galgadool, wonderful savior, who has sent you? Was it the God of Goats?”

Looks like [Sweet Deal] did the trick. Momo grinned.

“Nope, no one sent me,” Momo said. “But either way, I need to ask you some questions. Can you answer them? I promise to let you out after you do.”

“Just as I thought, the God of Goats abandons me…” Galgadool sighed, “but that is of no consequence. A small savior has come to me, so Galgadool will answer all of her questions.”

“Thank you, Galgadool,” Momo smiled. “Do you know where all the other prisoners went?”

Terror filled the goat’s eyes yet again, and Momo wished she had another candy. She looked towards Radu, but he was conveniently ignoring her gaze.

“Everyone was taken. Taken by bad, bad knights. The knights left without Galgadool,” he muttered, looking towards the entranceway in memory. “Knights talk of a witch coming.”

“A witch?” A shiver ran up Momo’s spine.

His hooves curled around the bars tightly, his eyes boring into hers. His irises turned from yellow to red.

“The God of Goats told me,” the goat whispered harshly. “A witch long-dead has re-emerged, summoned by the twin moon. She was thought to be dead and buried, defeated by the Calamitous Age. But she lives. She lives…”

“I’m going to need you to be more specific,” Momo blinked. “Is the witch the one they’re exchanging prisoners for?”

The goat swallowed hard, and his eyes turned back to yellow.

“Galgadool has said too much,” he whispered, and turned back towards the wall. “Witch will come for us, witch will come for Galgadool…”

Momo turned towards the crowd of Con Artists. Goosebumps pricked her skin. Her stomach acid turned to an anxious tsunami at the goat’s alarming foretelling.

“Anyone else want to give up and go home yet?”

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