The Sorcerer's Apprentice (7)

The Sorcerer's Apprentice (7)

" I'm not a prisoner, " laughted Jim.
" I can walk outnow and go home. "

With that, he picked up the raven and marched out of the castle gate.

All of sudden he stopped dead.

No matter how hard he tried, he coudn't move one step forward.

" Now do you believe me ? " croaked the bird.
" We are both the Sorcerer's prisoners. "

When Jim realised that the Sorcerer had cast a spell on him too, he became even more determined to outwit his master.

The Sorcerer seemed to know this, and worked his apprentice even harder than before.

All day long he stirred up great bowls full of magic potions.
Some of them smelled terrible !

Jim had to carry great books of spells around until his arms ached.

But the worst task of all was keeping the great black cauldron filled to the brim.

The stream from which jim had o bring the water was far away from the Great Hall, down flights of stone step, across cobbled yards and deep in the castle grounds.

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