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watch the figures for some time before you realized what it was about them that was strange—stranger, that is, than their clothing. The hot breath of their horses hung in the freezing air. But the breath of the riders did not.
“And this time,” said the figure in the center, a woman in red, “there will be no defeat. The land will welcome us. It must hate humans now.”
“But there were witches,” said one of the other riders. “I remember the witches.”
“Once, yes,” “For me, I rather fancy a mortal husband. A special mortal. A union of the worlds. To show them that this time we mean to stay.”
“The King will not like that.”
“And when has that ever mattered?” said the woman. “But now . . . poor things, poor things. Scarce any power in them at all. And sug-gestible. Pliant minds. I have crept about, my deary. I have crept about o’ nights. I know the witches they have now. Leave the witches to me.”“I remember the witches,” said the third rider insistently.“Minds like ... like metal.”“Not anymore. I tell you, leave them to me.”The Queen smiled benevolently at the stone circle.l Which is another country. 6LORDS fiNb LfiblES“And then you can have them,” she said.