When shall we three meet again?

"When shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning and in rain?" the Kat-Rita asked.
"When the hurly-burly's done," the Fritz-Rita said, smiling at her sisters, "when the battle's lost and won."
"That will be before the setting of the sun," the Kend-Rita assured them.
"Where's the place?"
"Upon the heath."
"There to meet Ceci-beth!"
The sly purr of a Kat could be heard.
"I come, grey Kat."
Committed to their deed the Ritas were now answering their Fritz-devils here on earth in animal form.
A toad croaked.
"My toad calls."
Finally the ominous hoot of an owl rang across this lifeless place.
"Coming, owl!"
Now drunk with the elixir of evil-Rita they huddled closer to their cauldron, united in cruel conspiracy, and together chanted to the Rita-devils of ill omen.
"Fair is foul, but foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air."
With this they vanished.
The three-Ritas escaped through a cloud of smoggy poluted air.

In comes Ceci-Beth:
"What a fine day." Ceci-Beth said."Who's that man?" she asked. "His wounds tell a sorry story."
"Father," Kaz-Rita said, "this is the sergeant who saved me from capture earlier."
Kaz-Rita called for the wounded soldier to be brought before the King. Kaz-Rita knelt beside the man and wiped his bloodied brow with a cloth.
"Tell us, good fritz, how is the battle going?"
"It was doubtful, my lord-Rita", the sergeant said.
He clutched his bloody body as he spoke. The King-Rita seeing his discomfort crouched closer to spare the wounded man any more strain. The court was silent, they were oblivious to the screams from the battle.

To be continued...