When the rebels turned the corner, they did not see Prince Jasper. Instead, they saw nothing. For good reason, because Jasper was gone. Gone for good. He had been transported to a cottage, in another land region. He was out of danger, or rather so it seemed. The guards and dangerous people were gone. He was in a house filled with containers, jars, herbs, amulets and various ingredients that belonged to a witch. He wondered why Anya's amulet would bring him here when he saw her, in the flesh, in the same room. He was clearly astonished and very much dumbfounded.
"Anya?... What... What are you...? How are you here?..." he stammered.
"I'm, a sorceress, you fool," she smiled in a mean way. "I provided with that amulet, did I not?"
"But... Why am I here? It was to protect me?..." he stuttered, still lost.
"This is my aunt's home. We all practise magic and witchcraft in my family. The amulet was always meant to bring you here, where I transported myself. The perfect place to exact my revenge on you, stupid spoiled prince. I never wanted your enemies to get to you before I could!" she laughed.
"But why?... I thought you loved me and..."
"Just nice words," she said in a mocking tone. "I had to see you treat women like objects and show off all your wealth and privileges. You are a jerk, Jasper. Plain and simple. But now with my magic I can give you the punishment you fully deserve. I have the perfect spell for you, you idiot and selfish prince"
She snapped her fingers and the amulet vanished.
"What... What spell?... What are you going to do to me?"
Anya laughed and spoke out the words of magic, which enveloped Jasper. He was very much scared. What had this crazy concubine in mind for him? Nothing good, that was for sure.