Prologue
In her mind’s eye the old witch watched as the ragged magician walked through the wind and snow, muttering obscenities all the while. She had created a marvelous blizzard, and the snow was so heavy that the magician could barely see more than a foot in front of his face. He could hear, though, as she knew that he would, and he heard the baby begin to cry just as he was approaching the thirteenth milestone. Closer, closer, he came, and finally as he picked up the bundle that she had left there so carefully, protected from the storm by magic, her face grew calm, and she knew that her work was done.
She opened her eyes, and turned to look at the Hooded One, who was waiting for her at the entrance to her cave.
“Alright, “ she grumbled, “ I’m coming. I’m finished now. “
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