He was still as a stone. It was as if he had frozen as he ran towards the house. Mary knew he was under a spell. “What have you done to him?” Mary turned to Arak. “It was you, wasn’t it? You put a spell on him. Who are you? What do you want from us?” Arak said nothing. She began to walk in slow circles around Edgar’s chair. Edgar tried to get up. But his legs and arms would not move. He could only sit still and stare at her. It must be a spell! He felt like a fly in a spider’s web. As she walked, Arak began to talk. “Years ago, I took care of two small children. You two children. I fed you, and I loved you, and I taught you. I taught you to be strong. You were very strong,” she said, looking at Mary. “And I taught you to listen to your feelings. That was your gift, my dear.” She touched Edgar’s cheek. “I don’t know what you mean,” Mary said. “Look at my hand,” said Arak. On the back of Arak’s left hand was a small tattoo of a spider. It was just the same as the tattoos on Edgar and Mary’s hands.
