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be under your power. Hag-ridden, I might say. That which magic rules, magic destroys. It would destroy you, too. You know it. Ha. Ha.'
Granny's knuckles whitened as he moved closer.
'You could strike me down,' he said. 'And perhaps you could find someone to replace me. But he would have to be a fool , seeking his destiny.' The duke sneered. 'Very romantic. But I have many years to prepare. Let him try.'
Beside him King Verence's fist smashed through the air and quite failed to connect.
The duke leaned closer until his nose was an inch from Granny's face.
'Get back to your cauldrons, wyrd sisters,' he said softly.indeed, because he would know he was under your evil eye, and if he mispleased you, why, his life would be instantly forfeit. You could protest all you wished, but he'd know he ruled with your permission. And that would make him no king at all. Is this not true?'Granny looked away. The other witches hung back, ready to duck.'I said, is this not true?''Yes,' said Granny. 'It is true . . .''Yes.''. . . but there is one who could defeat you,' said Granny slowly.'The child? Let him come when he is grown. A young man with a sword
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