He watched Anya touch the first girl with a feathery gourd and watched her collapse immediately. The others seemed tensed to see that happen and looked unsurely at the unconscious girl on the floor.
They were being ridiculous. They ought to know that he would suffer before having anything bad happen to any of them if they did not commit offenses.
Anya faced the heavens again, muttered some spells, and touched the next one but she also collapsed. She did for the next and the next one until about eleven of the girls had collapsed.
Finally, when she got to Hera– impressive, he remembered her name. Why would he not remember the name of the child of Garret?
The one who stood almost as tall in wealth as him? If it wasn't for his hoarding of wealth for nine hundred years, the duke would have beaten him in matters of wealth.
His eyes dimmed as he watched the gourd touch her forehead and waited for something to happen.
And then...
It did, she collapsed.
What else was he expecting?
