Chapter 619 - The Second Harvest Moon Ⅳ (2/2)
With great care, Rowan accepts the small chest with a frown at failing to see a keyhole. ”There is no key?” She asked.
Merchieftainess Murcurs shakes her head and says, ”It will only open for the one, who carries the blood of the founders. As such, I recommend that the chest be opened on land, Child of the Founders as my predecessors before me, I too do not know the contents contained within the chest.”
”Thank you for your continued guidance, Merchieftainess Murcurs,” Rowan muttered as she stowed away the small chest into her mokeskin pouch, before carefully tying it back onto her person.
”Have you any further questions, Child of the Founders?” Merchieftainess Murcurs steadfastly asked. ”I must return to the celebration for I have tarried long enough as it is.”
”My apologies for taking your time away from your people, Merchieftainess Murcurs,” Rowan said, before hesitating for a moment. ”There is one more question I must ask if the time is permitted.”
”Ask away, Child of the Founders,” Merchieftainess Murcurs replied.
”What runes are required to bind a cursed living vessel?” Rowan stiffly, but firmly inquired.
Merchieftainess Murcurs eyes flicker over the young witch before a cool smile appears on her face. ”Child of the Founders, it would seem that you share similar sentiments like that of your forefather, Salazar Slytherin.”
”I am a Slytherin,” Rowan matter-of-factly answered.
”Mm, and I would also agree with that sentiment,” Merchieftainess Murcurs admitted as her yellow eyes flashed dangerously. ”Sometimes what is needed is not cleverness, but decisive force.”
Pulling a stone tablet from nearby, Merchieftainess Murcurs uses a sharpened gleaming fingernail to lightly carve runes onto the tablet. ”I shall not ask for details, Child of the Founders, but I will caution you. Should you elect to embark on this path, the correct vessel must be found, and the time is very limited for tomorrow is the third night of the three Harvest Moon's, the Hunter's Moon.”
”There is one,” Rowan rigidly replied giving no further details.
”Then I shall not inquire no further, Child of the Founders,” Merchieftainess Murcurs muttered, before handing over a written stone tablet with the precious, but dark answer. The strings of Fate were out of her hands now and only time would tell if the tapestry would change.