Chapter 10: Rybert’s Quotes
Faith was meeting Bethany and Lentilly in the Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms. It was the only shop doing well in the little town. That was because of Rybert. He was the owner, manager, and main staff member. He was also the son of one of the thirteen coven witches. That is why the witches met in the cafe. He understood them. He understood them, but he kept his distance. He loved them, but he loved most people. He treated everyone who came into the cafe as his friend and they responded in kind and wondered why they didn’t stop more often when driving through.
Every customer got one of Rybert’s quotes with their coffee. The quotes were a mixture of normal quotes found on the internet and witch quotes from books, movies, and his community. The witch quotes were everyone’s favourites. Some were thought-provoking:
Love for life in all its forms is the basic ethic of Witchcraft. Starhawk
Those that can heal can harm; those that can cure can kill. Celia Rees
Rybert was, above all, a comedian. He made fun of himself, his world, and everything else that he thought he could get away with. Many of his quotes were like these ones:
Being a modern witch not only adds a dash of magic to everything you do, but gives your life some serious hex appeal. Ellen Ricks
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men. Neil Gaiman
Rybert would say, “The last thing I want to see is a naked witch!” That was because the majority of the witches in Wurt Wurt Koort were his mother’s age. Anyway, he wasn’t overly interested in naked women. Although he was around forty, he wasn’t married. If he had been, it probably wouldn’t have been to a woman, least of all to a witch.
Rybert’s favourite witch quote was,
Most people think witches are a coven of lesbians dancing naked in the forest celebrating the semen stolen from imprisoned hypnotized males, which they then use to inseminate one another using turkey basters in order to create a legion of demon babies. Well, that’s only part of it. We are also active in community outreach programs. Sedaris, Dinello, and Colbert
As much as he was the first to criticise and make fun of the witches, Rybert was protective of them. They raised him and passed on more knowledge and abilities than he was even aware of. One of his little amusements was knowing what people were going to order before they told him. He usually kept that party trick for the children because adults find such things disconcerting.
Rybert would sometimes say of the witches with a wink, “Ah, ya gotta love ’em. But God help you, you better make sure you leave ‘em.” He was a character and thank God he was. He kept Wurt Wurt Koort alive.
Of course, Rybert was well aware of Bethany and Lentilly’s presence in town. He quickly made friends with them and saw them most days when they came in after their morning walk. He casually kept dropping advice to Bethany as he wanted her and her business to survive and thrive. He knew how much the town needed new blood.
“This is my mother, Faith,” said Bethany to Rybert as she, Faith, and Lentilly sat in a quiet corner of the tearooms.
“Oh, yes, hun,” said Rybert, “we saw her before we saw you.” Turning to Faith, he continued, “That first morning when you came here, when the Darnall bus stopped to change a tyre, we saw you then. We see everything here, pumpkin. I could tell by the reaction of my mother and her witchy buds that they were interested in you but we didn’t know we would be getting your two sweethearts to keep.”
Chapter 11: Personal Identification
After getting off the return bus at Waldmeer, Faith went to the automatic teller machine. She intended to access Amira’s bank account. However, as she had been in the Borderfirma Mountains for so long, she had trouble remembering the PIN (personal identification number). She tried numerous combinations unsuccessfully. She could feel the person behind her watching. It didn’t bother her as she could tell that the feeling from the person was more amusement than anything else. Finally, accepting defeat, she turned around to apologise for keeping the other customer waiting so long.
“Oh!” said Faith.
“You’re back,” said Farkas. “Your hair looks good.”
Farkas knew she was Amira. Faith wasn’t sure what to do about that. Maybe, nothing. He seemed to take her older appearance in his stride. It probably helped that he didn’t see her much. The day-to-day, physical elements of life become less important. Perhaps, less seeable.
“Try it again,” said Farkas pointing to the ATM.
Faith walked the long way home by the sea. The beach was busy with many summer tourists. Toddlers pranced in and out of the water, cavorting with the waves. Ignorant of their own fanciful dreams, the children became braver with each screaming attempt to master the great mass of water. Tolerant of the children and their desires, the waves obliged until it was time to remind them of their insignificance. Without missing a beat or even noticing, the current pushed them over as if they were a tiny bit of seaweed adrift in the infinite, life-giving ocean. After being rescued and consoled by their mothers, the game would begin again. It did not matter how impractical was the dream to master the sea. It mattered that the dream had entered their little minds.
This is us, thought Faith. We assign roles to all the people in our life in an attempt to master it. The roles can be reasonable or preposterous. Either way, when we realise that others do not agree to the terms of the role we have assigned to them, we get upset. Is it their fault? Surely, they are simply following their own dreams. What matters is that we love the dreamer of the dream. It matters that we love people. We mustn’t invent roles for others because we think it will make us happy. Who are we to invent such things? Can the tiny piece of seaweed tell the vast ocean what it must do? What wills to grow, will grow. What wills to flow, will flow.