Dunking the chalice into the impure waters, Catherine rattled off the first words that came to mind.
“Oh Cursed Well, grant me your strength so that I might use it to defeat mine enemies … oh, what the hell am I doing? I’m begging to a hunk of stone.”
Raising the goblet to her lips, Catherine swallowed the contents in one gulp, letting the foul liquid slide down her throat. The taste of the well’s water was disgusting to say the least, as one might expect from a still-water source that had not seen use in generations. As she set the cup back the princess pondered whether or not she would have to deal with a curse or some horrible disease.
The response came quickly, as the liquid settled in her stomach.