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тАЬQuiet the dogs, Griffin,тАЭ Da snarled at me. тАЬThose black raiders outnumber us and are well armed. We
need surprise this night.тАЭ I could surprise our enemies more effectively than Da and other mundanes who
needed the silence and darkness of the night. But Grandmother Raven had warned us not to use magic to
defeat our enemies.

Was a spell for invisibility black magic?

War is black magic, RavenтАЩs voice reminded me like a sharp caw released with the thunder.

They started it! I replied instinctively.

Silence.

RavenтАЩs silence was always the worst reprimand she could give me. I should be the one to break the
mindless quest for vengeful violence. I knew it without RavenтАЩs biting words in my head. I would be the
Pendragon when she died. Twas my responsibility.

I needed to halt our forward plunge and think about this. Donovan showed me the layout of the enemy
village through our unique mind-to-mind communication. I instantly knew their vulnerabilities as well as
their strengths.

тАЬI know how to plan a raid,тАЭ he said with his voice. He grinned at me again. тАЬI tumbled one of the maids
yesterday while I scouted the terrain.тАЭ тАЬThere.тАЭ Da pulled his horse to a halt atop a low ridge. He pointed
to the broken silhouette of a destroyed castle on the next higher ridge. Only bats and ghosts threatened
us from the ancient stronghold. But below it, nestled into the sheltered vale between us and the
abandoned fortress, lay a cluster of thatched cottages. Two or three lights winked at us from behind
closed shutters.

тАЬThe girl lives in the end cottage. Says she has a sister whoтАЩs just as accommodating.тАЭ Donovan grinned
again. An image of hair the color of faded red autumn leaves and soft gray eyes came and went so fast I
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nearly lost the picture of her. SheтАЩd been eager for DonovanтАЩs attentions and not a virgin. Our sister Meg
had not been willing and had prized her virginity.

тАЬRemember, Donovan, what they did to your sister. To us! тАЭ Da hissed at us both. He had four other
daughters, by his three wives, But Meg was special. Meg wasтАж Not Meg anymore. The Scots must pay
for what they did to her. тАЬAll the more reason to plant our bastards in the bellies of their daughters.тАЭ
Donovan kneed his horse forward, level with Da. тАЬAn eye for an eye!тАЭ But his mental images were
heated by lust rather than anger. Did the girl manipulate his emotions from a distance, or was she truly the
answer to his randy prayers? тАЬThese raiders are so vile, their own lord begged us to clean out this viperтАЩs
nest. Paid us, too.тАЭ DaтАЩs eyes gleamed in the dim light from our shielded lanterns. He was spoiling for a
fight. Any fight. The Scots and Meg were merely an excuse.

Donovan looked at Da strangely at that statement. His clear and logical thinking tried to question
something about Lord Douglas. SomethingтАж Da raised his hand and signaled me forward. I, with my
preternatural sight, led our little troop down the hillside. Helwriaeth came behind me, sniffing the true path