The Title of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 8) Read Online Free PDF

burning to death, y’all!”
    “Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!”
    “I ain’t kidding around! Y’all better cut me a loose or I’m going to smother up the Sun. Your crops and your land will wither and die under my merciless curse forever and ever unless you cut me loose this very instant!”
    “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”
    “Prithee, dost thou sense the Sun beneath thine feet? Oh how I jest! It is the flames of your redemption.”
    “Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!”
    “Merry, is it I, or is there a definite abundance of golden sunshine?”
    “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”
    “Would that this impostor wizard did have the power to alleviate the Sun’s unending assault, for the cruel beams vex me so.”
    “Ho, ho, ho,...”
    “Eek!”
    “What calls a cry of alarm from your noble throat, Sir Lee-Naeulium?”
    “Do mine eyes deceive me, or does a sliver of the Sun naughtte appear to be obscured by encroaching darkness?”
    Hokus Pocus,
    Abber-cadabber,
    To blot the Sun,
    With paint I’ll dab her.
    “ Eek! The weetch has cast its foul curse!”
    “That’s right! I am in the process of plunging all of England into eternal night! You all better get on the hoof and turn me loose right now or your fair land has had it!”
    “Release him, King Arthur!”
    “Hey, y’all be careful and do not look directly at the Sun, as you are likely to damage your eyes. Try poking a hole in a bit of paper, or uh, parchment, and then hold another piece beneath that you may safely monitor the progress of your own ruination.”
    “It is true! The Sun is slowly but surely being blotted out of the sky, right before our collective astonished eyes! Save us, King Arthur! Release the great magician!”
    “Yes, save us, King Arthur! Free this powerful wizard lest he smite us with ruinous magics!”
    “Of course, this action must be done at once! I, Arthur Pendragon, do hereby release...”
    “No, do not spare the beast! The burning will stop the enchantment!”
    “That ain’t true Mr. Merlin! Burning me will seal your fate forever and ever and ever and ever...!”
    “My magic is stronger than yours! I can stop this disaster with my own counter-spell!”
    “Dang it, Mr. King Arthur, sir, you better not fall for this old rascal’s shenanigans! All his whooping, hollering, and carrying on ain’t gonna save your Kingdom! I command that the Sun go completely black!”
    “ Eek! Surely this wizard is far more powerful than our Merlin! Release him, oh King!”
    “No!”
    “Ouchee!”
    “I, King Arthur command! Release the weetch! Pull back the gathered wood! Oh, ogre-wizard, spare us, the land is now as dark as midnight!”
    “That was a close thing, but I reckon I’m going to be all right, now that the fire ain’t scorching my nose hairs and I’m cut free.”
    “Please, oh master wizard, return us our Sun! Ask anything you want and it will be yours.”
    “Gimme some dang pants, please!”
    “Let the magician be robed as is fitting the highest magician in the land.”
    “But Sire...!”
    “Silence, Merlin!”
    “Oh, King Arthur, the stars are visible in the middle of the day! Save us!”
    “What dost thou want, oh great wizard?”
    “Um, my own wizzerd workshop!”
    “Done, man!”
    “And you said I have more clout around here than this boy, Mr. Merlin?”
    “Yes!”
    “Um, well, I reckon y’all have suffered with enough gnashing of teeth and pitiful lamentations and so forth. Now you all got to keep in mind that this is a big old process, right? It takes a minute to get her going and it takes a minute to...”
    “Cease thy mindless jibber-jabber and return the Sun, you imbecile!”
    “ Eep! Yessir! Sorry your Kingship! Um, I, the Great and Powerful Ichabod, do command for this shadow to be released from the land!”
    “Nothing is happening.”
    “Give it a second, I’ll give you your Sun back.”
    “ Eep! There is a sliver of sunshine peaking out!”
    “Huzzah! Hooray! Hullaballoo!”
    “Yes, I, Ichabod Temperance, Executive