Memory Erasure

Agnes buried her face in her hands. She didn’t speak for a long time, but then she looked up at me. ‘Yes, you are in great danger. There’s nothing for it – despite my misgivings, you’ll have to use just a bit of your power one last time. Only a bit, mind. Just wish confusion on Lizzie and those slimy sisters. Wish them to forget your part in everything. Make them forget that egg ever existed.

‘It’s a risk, using your magic even once more, but I can see no other way. I’m not strong enough to keep you safe from her, so go back to Lizzie and continue your training for now. It may not be for ever. Sometimes things change when you least expect it; one day you might be free of her.’

So I did as Agnes advised. I used a bit of my power one more time. Then, the following day, I trudged unhappily back to Lizzie’s cottage.

She seemed bewildered, and for days walked around as if in a dream. Then she went back to normal and started making my life difficult again. But it had worked. She never mentioned that leather egg or the water witches. It was as if it had never happened.

B12 C17