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“Jabberwock Keys” is a complete just-for-fun short story that could use some polishing. A sorcerer hires jabberwock named Daisy to guard his treasure, given a silver flute to summon her, and with Daisy following, returns to his tower on a spire of rocks, going through a tunnel to the top of the cliffs, and they negotiate her pay.
“Let me show you what you’ll be guarding,” Magnus said, leading her up to the tower, using an elevation disk to lift them to the window at the top of the tower, and gesturing to the room full of his treasures.
Rare spell books, and ones full of esoteric knowledge about poisons, medicines, magical beasts, and other secrets, lined the shelves on the wall, side by side with magical artifacts, rare and ancient objects and jewelry, and on the floor, a large wooden trunk banded in metal, the wood thick and scarred from years of mistreatment.
“My most precious treasures are in that trunk,” Magnus said, pulling a chain from his neck, “It takes three keys to open it.”
Daisy bobbed her head in understanding.
“I’m entrusting these to you,” he held out two ornate metal keys, one gleaming darkly, the other a bright silvery metal.
Delicately, the Jabberwock caught the chain on one claw, and pulled it to her body, her long neck dipping down and blocking his view. When she set her foot back on the ground, the keys and chain weren’t dangling from it.
Magnus wondered where she had put the keys, but decided it probably didn’t matter, since if he couldn’t see it, neither would people trying to steal his possessions.
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