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moments, she was her wilderness self; short black hair, leather travelling clothes, hunting dagger at waist and short swor
easy reach near the campfire.

Feeling relaxed and ready for real business, Allys unwrapped her purchase. She picked it up by the shoulders a
shook it. The mail links rattled like a dry cough. Flakes of rust and dust showered down. It looked battered, decrepit, a
decidedly unmagical. It also looked too damn small for her.

Gritting her teeth, Allys slid the hauberk over her head. To her surprise, it fit perfectly. She brushed the links dow
They rattled.

Take it off.

Allys froze.

Take it off, now!

Allys laid her hand on her sword. The voice wasn't coming from any direction. It was just there.

Take this damn shirt off and go away, hear me? I don't need any cheapskate barbarian wannabe getting
blood on me!

Allys's heart beat hard at the base of her throat.

No, I am not the shirt. Flaming fig-trees, you've got an untidy mind up here. Where'd you get all theseтАж
zenny?тАж ideas? Oh, the Mystic East. Foreign Parts, I should have known. No, I said that already. I am not the
I am the woman stuck in the shirt. Damn family curse. Blessing Aunt Didi said, but she liked waving swords aro
Every woman of the d'Rainier line who died in battle takes a turn in the shirt, giving her skills to the current we
Well, I was battling the mentha veridis in the kitchen garden when the lights went out, and now there are no mo
women in the D'Rainier line and I'm stuck in here!

As quickly as she could, Allys yanked the hauberk off. She dropped the shirt onto the ground. It rattled for a
moment, then lay still on the dirt and dead leaves.

Not good. Not good at all.

The prophecy said she needed to be wearing the D'Rainier armor to retake the castle. Maybe that cranky soul i
there knew a secret entrance, or some special weakness that belonged to the Evil Wizard who occupied the place. Prob
Cranky obviously did not like being stuck in the hauberk and needed the death of another D'Rainier woman to get her o
There was one, too. Whoever that was in there obviously didn't know that Ganelle D'Rainier had escaped and fled the
country when the castle was taken over. Ganelle wandered with the horse nomads of the Mystic East and had a daught
who had a daughter, who had come back and bought the armor from Drethwain. What if the spirit in the rusty chain mai
decided to get Allys into a battle so Allys could die and take her place?

This was very, very not good. Especially since Cranky in there could obviously read Allys's mind.

Allys did not believe in trying to outwit prophecies. Wizards, daemons,
Evil-Gods-from-the-Foulest-Regions-of-the-Seven-Hells, yes, but, prophecies, no. They always came back to bite you
your more intimate leathers. She was told she needed to be wearing the D'Rainier armor, so wear it she would. But how
could she keep Cranky from rummaging around in her head and gettingтАж ideas?