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would work. In fact, when he tried to think it out, he had no idea exactly what limits the Do not dare had. |
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He was just about to find a crony with whom to discuss the matter, when his throat tightened with a new terror. Surely the Do not dare forbade him to accuse the witch. Besides, to whom could he carry this tale? Even Gruffydd was not likely to listen with sympathy. She was his half-sister, after all. And Prince Llewelyn fairly doted on her. And, now Madog remembered, it was said her mother was also a witch and had ensorceled Llewelyn so that he coupled with her and bred a witch-daughter. |
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Hearing hooves, Madog scurried away toward the first area that offered better concealment from the main gate. This was where the bulk of the women's hall protruded toward the main hall. His head was turned apprehensively over his shoulder so that he did not see what was ahead of him, and before he could round the building his arm was caught. |
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"Is your interest in Rhiannon uerch Llewelyn so great that you must tread down every other woman?" a spiteful voice demanded. |
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Madog started to wrench himself free but then stopped. Even Rhiannon would not dare hurl curses when there were others than her ensorceled lover to hear. "I have no interest in her. I hate her," he stated, with such passionate sincerity and malevolent expression that Mallt was convinced. |
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"Then why" she began, but Math streaked out of the women's hall and dashed by them heading for Rhiannon as she came down from Simon's horse. Mallt and Madog shuddered simultaneously, and Mallt hissed venomously, "Cursed witch." |
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"You know!" Madog exclaimed. |
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Mallt stared at him and then nodded slowly. "Catrin and I heard her talking to her familiar when she did not know we were nigh. He had not done something she desired. I suppose, because she called him 'traitor' |
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