Helga set Gale and Kendall on the Queen’s lap in her chamber. Helga had changed out of her armor into a long dress.
Gale and Kendall immediately tried to run away and were immediately stopped by the firm but gentle movement of Deirdre’s hands.
“What’s wrong? I’m your big friend, you silly poppets,” laughed Deirdre. “All of us are your big friends. We want to take care of you little poppet people.”
Gale was furious. “Don’t listen to her. She had us shrunken; we can’t let her brainwash us, too!”
Deirdre shifted Gale from her left hand to her right hand with Kendall.
“Shrink you? Brainwash you? But you’ve always been poppets and we’ve always been your big friends,” cooed Deirdre, as she played a harp with her left hand. “We love you and we’re concerned that you’re scaring yourself with these horrible delusions.”
Meanwhile the obfuscating scent candles worked their magic, as Deirdre, Ena and Helga had intended, when they had made them in the meeting of their coven of witches.
“You love me? You’re concerned about me? You threatened me! ‘You shouldn't have crossed me, bitch!’” Gale objected.
Deirdre frowned. “I’m sorry to have fueled your delusions, dearie. You two are such bratty little poppets that sometimes I say things that I shouldn’t. But I really adore you cute little poppet people!”
Deirdre released Gale and Kendall from her hand. “You see, Kendall’s sleeping off his troubles. You should too.”
Struggling against Deirdre’s enchantment, Gale squealed, “No! You will NOT brainwash me! I am NOT your toy!” as she ran to Deirdre’s knee and slid down her long dress.
With a laugh, Deirdre picked up the hem of her long dress and raised it, catching Gale in the bend.
In a concerned, maternal voice, Deirdre pleaded, “My dear little poppet, please sleep off your delusions! You’ll feel much better. I promise!”
“But, but…” Gale objected, as Deirdre put her back on her lap.
Deirdre stroked Gale with her finger, as she intensified the playing of the harp.
“Sleep, little poppet,” Deirdre sang in a firm but gentle voice, as Gale did just that.
Deirdre gently picked up the sleeping shrinkees and wrapped them in a soft green rag, with her coat of arms on it. She petted both of their heads.
“They caused such problems as a soldier and as a courtier but as little poppets, they’re so sweet! Promise me, you’ll take good care of them!” the Queen told her loyal niece and constable.
Helga grinned, taking the wrapped up poppet people and putting them in her satchel bag.
She told her aunt the Queen:
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