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Patterns in the Chain
Steven Piziks


Knit one, purl two. Knit one, purl two.



A shadow drifted across the mouth of Mother Berchte's cave. She waited and rocked, careful to keep
her tail away from the stone rockers of her chair. White sparks snapped from her needles.



Knit one, purl two. Knit one, purl two.



The shadow drifted closer, and Mother Berchte lost patience. "I see you," she growled. "Get in here."



The shadow froze.



"Yes, I mean you. Move it."



Knit one, purl two. Knit one, purl two.



The shadow hesitantly stepped into the light thrown by the fireplace. The girl was young, not yet twenty.
She held a short sword before her with a farily competent air, though her grip was so tight Berchte was
sure she was leaving permanent fingerprints on the hilt. The girl's red-blond hair had recently been hacked
off. Probably with a blunt dagger, if Berchte was any judge.



"Well?" Mother Berchte prompted in her harsh voice. "What's your name, girlie?"



Knit one, purl two. Knit one, purl two. Berchte's needles glowed like angry volcanos. The girl tried not
to recoil, and Mother Berchte grinned. Berchte knew full well she was an imposing sight, almost eight feet
tall with horns on her head and fangs in her mouth and claws on her fingertips. And a tail, of course. The
latter was a bitch if she wasn't careful with the rocking chair.