Chapter 3 Ceridwen’s magic potion
Merlin watches the house from behind the oak tree. ‘Morfran!’ a woman cries through the open window. ‘Yes, Mother,’ the boy says. The woman comes out of the house.
‘Oh no!’ Merlin thinks. ‘It’s Morfran, and his mother – the enchantress Ceridwen.’
‘Is the potion ready?’ Ceridwen asks.
‘Soon, Mother,’ Morfran answers.
‘This potion can give magic powers to the first drinker of it!’ she cries.
‘And that is you, my son!’ Morfran smiles.
‘I need to find a bottle. Then you can drink the potion from it. We must do it quickly, before your father comes home,’ Ceridwen says. She goes back into the house.
Merlin moves nearer, but Morfran doesn’t see him. Just then, Morfran takes something out of a little bag.
‘Oh, no!’ Merlin thinks. ‘It’s my toad!’
‘Ha! Ha!’ Morfran laughs. ‘Here’s one more thing for the potion!’
‘Stop!’ Merlin cries. He jumps out and takes the toad from Morfran. But at the same time, he hits the cauldron with his leg. It goes over onto the ground. Some of the potion falls onto Merlin’s hand.
‘Merlin!’ Morfran cries angrily. Merlin smiles. He moves his hand up to his mouth. ‘Wait!’ Morfran cries. ‘Don’t drink that!’
But Merlin quickly puts the potion in his mouth. Suddenly, a magic white light comes from Merlin’s head. Just then, Ceridwen comes out of the house with a bottle in her hand. She sees and understands everything. She looks angrily at Merlin.
‘You must die for that!’ she cries.
