Disgusting and pure, like a prayer. . ..
There be magic in this hair.
The beast ran off, faster and faster.
We must take this to our Master.
6 EXTERIOR VAST LANDSCAPE NIGHT
An incredible landscape, fantastically contoured hills rise above
the monnbright mist. The four goblins dismount, tie up their devil
steeds, and disappear over the brow of a hill.
6A EXTERIOR HILLSIDE NIGHT
The goblins scramble down a steep hillside towards a desolate
wasteland below. A mysterious malevolant shape looms on the far
7 EXTERIOR SINISTER EVERGLADE NIGHT
A miasmic Jurassic swamp. Stunted trees rise like amputated limbs
from the fetid water.
The goblins pick their way across the bog towards a distant island,
stepping from submerged logs to crumbled chunks of masonary to
floating lily pads.
A cracked marble plinth juts out of the water. The goblins creep by
a towering skeletal statue playing a bone violin.
7A EXTERIOR BOG NIGHT
A v-shaped ripple undulates past them like the wake of a submerged
Blix unhooks a dead rat from his game belt and tosses it from his
game belt and tosses it onto the scummy surface. There is an angry
swirl and it is gone.
Blix waves the goblins on and they climb onto a huge root twisting
out of the water like a petrified serpant.
The ominous wake cruises back and forth like a shark. Blunder
follows its progress with fear-widened eyes.
Wish i was still a leprecaun. . . .
Stay clear of nasty places
like this and do nothing all day but
sing and dance and guzzle wine in the sunshine. . . .
Furious, Blix turns on him, his finger to his lips.
Unchastened, Blunder whirls on Pox and repeats the gesture:
Pox follows suit with Tic: