She had left her husband in hisoffice in the castle, labouring over his reports for the Seventeen, andnow she felt the devil in her. He paused on the threshold of the Governor's dressing room and lookedfor the last time at the body of the woman he loved. He leaned across and took the quill from the writer's hand. He turned on Halwhat he hoped was an open and guileless countenance.
Do not say so, he begged her. She is a witch, hewhispered, as he anointed the torn and bruised corners of the horse'smouth with salve. It might take many months to sap and mine thewalls before they could be breached. Judithwhirled like an angry panther, and her blade flashed as she aimed athis face.
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