Endora and Maurice

Endora knew one person who could undo the spell. That is to say not so much as undo the spell, but overpower Aunt Clara and force her to undo it. That person was a powerful warlock; none other than Endora's husband, and Samantha's father, Maurice.

Endora found Maurice in a resort high in the Swiss Alps. A women's ski tournament was planned for the following week, Maurice was obviously romancing the contestants. He had all the tools of the trade, a snowy terrace overlooking the valley thousands of feet below, champagne and caviar, not to mention anything in the world he might wish to magic up.

Maurice didn't expect his wife to appear and attempt to monopolize his time, but there she was. Maurice greeted Endora in his usual theatrical style. For her part, Endora went right down to business. It was with a mixture of irritation and amusement that Maurice heard her out.

"Aunt Clara, you say, Endora" observed Maurice. "I wouldn't have expected her to manage such a feat. Two feats, I should say."

Maurice waved a couple of his fingers, conjuring up memories of his mortal son-in-law. It was as though there were some ten or twenty odd films being projected into thin air. In this manner Maurice was able the view a record of each and every time he had met Darren Stephen. After a few moments Maurice waved his hand, and the projections dissolved into mist.

"Yes, Donald was changed these last three years" Maurice concluded. "If I cared much for him, I should have been angry. There is something to be said to the general view of the matter - the original is the better, as far as mortals go. However, that's not saying much, is it, Endora?

"I should say not!" Endora replied.

"Samantha is happy" Maurice observed, "She always did love her Aunt Clara, and from what you told me, she is still quite fond of the old witch. I really have nothing against Clara myself (1). It would be churlish to penalize Clara for repairing her own error. As it was, it was a spell centred on a mortal, a mortal that neither of us care for."

"But the spell on me, Maurice" Endora complained.

"What of it?" snapped Maurice. "So you will not be able to enchant the boy. You have spent the last decade playing those infantile tricks. They do little besides annoy Samantha, and have never yet managed to breakup the pair. When I found out about the so-called marriage, I simply liquidated the boy. This proved undesirable to either you or Samantha. So . . . despite the blot on the family honour, I restored him! As you yourself wished!"

"Family honour?" sneered Endora. "Clara's left me with no way to hold my head up high before that . . . that . . . mortal."

"Use your tongue," retorted Maurice, "It's always been sharp enough."

"And family honour" tried Endora. "Would you let a witch put a curse on your wife, and get away with it! You'll be the laughing stock of the Warlock's Club!"

"No, I will not" said Maurice, evenly. "Clara is your elder sister by a good millennium, and as such she has that right. It is a matter entirely within your own family, not mine."

"And what will you do when the boy insults you?" leered Endora. "It won't be a matter solely within my family then!"

"I'll deal with him as I see fit" said Maurice. "And restore him as I see fit. However, as for you . . . I am content with your losing the power to be a nuisance to my daughter."

"A nuisance to your daughter!" said Endora.

"Yes, a nuisance" Maurice answered. "How long can Donald last? Another forty or fifty years at the most? Take the long view, Endora. To us a mortal's life is but a Midsummer Night's Dream."

In a grandiloquent tone, Maurice added:

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream

"Leave them be" Maurice concluded.

Endora shrugged, and magically helped herself to some champagne.

"Very well, Maurice" said Endora cagily, "I'll leave them be. I think I should spend a week or two here with you. After all Maurice, there will be other ski competitions. A year to us is but A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Maurice eyed her shrewdly.

"That's my Endora" he said, in a voice that was not at all disappointed. "I should be glad to have you."

"Cheers" said Endora. The two clinked their glasses, and looked tranquilly at each other. Neither had so much as an eye for the scenery of the mountains about or the valley far below.


(1) In the third season episode "Witches and Warlocks are My Favourite Things," Maurice and Aunt Clara meet, and are seemingly on good terms with one another.

(2) From Puck's soliloquy at the end of a Midsummer Night's Dream.

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