I interrupted, “Let me see. I bet; y’all somehow made an arrangement. Right?” All eyes turned their gaze toward me and looked noticeably surprised. “Why weren’t the bees doing their thing before? What stopped them?”
Vespa stepped closer to me, even though Carl and Dad were definitely blocking her approach.
I continued to finger the hexagon trinket and felt emboldened by the power it mysteriously infused into my hand.
A small swarm flew about her head. “Toxic smoke from there,” she said. Vespa pointed at the old paper mill.
Carl turned to look and speak to me. “I knew how to fix the problem.” He began to rub his hands together producing more silver specs that independently began to fly like bees in front of us, further blocking the approach of Vespa any further. She seemed unable to push the silver specs away. Carl continued, “I told her then that there would be a cost to fixing the problem and she nodded understanding those many years ago.”
Vespa seemed uncomfortable with the appearance of the silver specs. The bee swarm had slowly increased such that it formed a large semicircle concave around part of our front facing Vespa. “True and it was a very high cost. I agreed then, but emphasized that next time the cost would be reversed. Or did you forget?”
I decided to back up a bit more. “What cost?”
Vespa’s gaze was slowly morphing from a pleasant smile covered face to a more stern and angry visage. “The fix initially killed most of my colony.”
I backed up more.
Vespa came very close.
Dad began to remove my bee suit. Tears filled Dad’s eyes.
Carl stood by and stared directly into my eyes.
“What does she mean, Dad, ‘Next time’?” The swarm around Vespa grew exponentially. “Dad, what does she mean?”
Dad stepped away, but Carl motioned for me to pull out the trinket. Dad did not see the trinket.
The silver specs subsided with a wave Carl’s hand, and consequently, the swarm covered me. Carl suddenly raised both his hands and yelled simultaneously, “Now, Davy. Show the trinket.”
I tried to pull out the trinket, but was inhibited by the overwhelming stings and confusion that stemmed from the tens of thousands of bees swarming over every part of my body. Pain shot through me like an electric shock. The power that had been infusing my hand was now released like a bright light in a dark room. The effect was immediate. The bees were pushed away and Vespa’s glow dimmed. The swarm surrounded her instead and began to fly swiftly around her circumnavigating her body at increasingly faster speed until the swarm and Vespa had become a blur.
Carl and Dad yelled in unison, “A little more Davy. Just a little more.”
In a few moments of chaos, the blur that was a bee swarm and Vespa disappeared completely. The forest was once again quiet except for a blue jay that cawed as if announcing the curse had been destroyed. I immediately fell to the ground weak. Carl and Dad ran over and knelt beside me.
Dad looked at Carl and then both looked at me. “You did a fine job, Son- a fine job.” Dad took the trinket in my hand and stared at it for a moment, then said, “Keep this with you. It will keep us all safe.” He handed the trinket to me and I took it graciously. Dad turned toward Carl. “Quick thinking. I am so glad you remembered to use the hexagon trinket give to us by that mysterious traveling master bee keeper. It worked just like he said it would.”
Carl responded as he stood. “Now, no more deals with queen bees or for that matter anyone else, especially when you know there will be an unjust cost sometime in the future. I am sure things will return to normal since she is finally gone. Too bad; I kinda’ liked her.”
Dad lightly punched Carl on the shoulder laughing shaking his head. “You always were a sucker for a pretty gal.”
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