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They returned with her to their encampment, but no one knehat to do with her The wohtened the domestic But she possessed information on her brother She knehere to attack and when She knew his strengths and his weaknesses And she wanted nothing ht in the financial assistance of other regions No one wanted Lorcan in power longer than necessary If his sister could stop him, she would have their loyalty She protected their borders and the rebellion’s troops grew
Eventually Annwyl took control and Brastias gave it over gratefully She earned their loyalty and trust, and after two years the men would follow her down into the very pits of hell if she asked them
But, if she were deadBrastias didn’t want to even consider it They hadn’t found her body Perhaps they could still rescue her
"General" Brastias’s eyes shifted to the front of his tent Danelin, his next in co "There’s a witch here to see you"
Brastias nodded once She probably wanted to see Annwyl or, if his world contained any luck at all, perhaps she could tell hi leader
A tall woically marked as a witch He truly hoped that a special hell waited for lided He knew he’d seen her before The people considered her a talented witch with healing powers But he had no tiic or witches Even beautiful ones He had a rebellion to win
"Yes, lady?"
"You are General Brastias?"
"Aye"
The witch glanced at Danelin, refusing to speak in front of him "Go, Danelin I will call if you are needed"
Danelin left, closing the tent flap behind him The woman stood before him She didn’t speak She just stared
"So, what is it, woman?" She raised one delicate eyebrow and he felt as if she’d dug down into his very soul
"I have word of Annwyl of the Dark Plains"
Brastias stood quickly, grasping the woman by the arms; she stood almost as tall as he "Tell me, witch Where is she?"
She stared at him "Remove your hands, or I’ll make sure you don’t have any" Brastias took a deep breath and released her "She is safe and alive But she is healing She won’t be back for another fortnight"