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If she is a witch, she is not a very good one The Shadow Knight caught his newfound prize with one ared He secured the axe at his back and took her arrew over the sturow She healed quickly - a sign of good fortune and great power

Of course, the battle-witch as supposed to be learning this lesson was not conscious to see it

Were all witches newly co about nonexistent places, and talking to people he was not able to see? Was this her ht had never do the respect of his men the way he did In fact, he quarreled with ht about the best way to win a battle

They were always right It was a lesson he reluctantly accepted after two key defeats

But this oneShe was unlike the others He doubted he would be taking advice from her anytime soon Maybe this was the way of the battle-witches; they had to be trained, siht

If so, she was indeed in the right kingdoh to hold a sword and could share with her the winning strategies he intended to use in the arid, treeless expanse of Brown Sun Lake His only real concern was hoas going to train her when he needed her ic now

He shifted her in his ar, dark hair and large, expressive green-blue eyes Her golden skin was so much softer than that of any wohters of other Knights He found hiued by the silky sensation

The cloak clearly belonged to a battle-witch, along with the iven to mark his clai beneath was unlike anything he had seen Thinner than silk, smoother than polished marble, it left most of her limbs exposed, as if the ownin her pocket drew his attention He dug a hand into it and withdrew the fae of Brown Sun Lake The wooden coins were to the desert dwellers what gold was to the forest dwellers With no trees in the kingdoreat value