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“I’ll kill you next,” he screamed, thrashing but not getting back up on his feet.
    â€œYou won’t,” the girl said calmly, and took a breath. She breathed again and muttered, “This time I have to make it work.” She drew a short rowan tree branch out of her ragged sleeve and pointed it at the knight. “Stay until released!” she said slowly. She repeated it three times, until the twig cracked and fell out of her hand. She looked up at Cl’rnce. “Are you all right?”
    â€œFine.” He dropped off his branch, unfurling his wings just enough to glide. Shifting his weight to the right, he managed to land on top of Nasty Sir George.Cl’rnce settled on the squirming knight’s face. “I think we’d better get out of here.” He shifted his eyes to the trail to their right that he was pretty sure led in the direction of Ghost Mountain and the Dr’gon Council Chamber, the Uamha.
    Staring at the knight beneath Cl’rnce, the girl smiled. “No hurry.” The girl swept auburn curls behind her ears and smiled. “I enchanted that mean knight. He’s not going anywhere. He can’t move.”
    Underneath Cl’rnce, Nasty Sir George was anything but still. He rocked and squirmed, shoving at Cl’rnce’s posterior and definitely saying things that he should have his mouth washed out for. Clearly the girl had
not
be-spelled the killer knight.
    â€œGood job,” Cl’rnce said, not in a hurry to insult someone who had possibly just saved his life. “But this knight is a tricky sort. I think we’d better get out of here before … uh … before your spell expires.”
    â€œSpells do that?” The girl reached into a worn leather pouch on her rope belt and pulled out a small book. “Spells expire. I didn’t see that part.” She thumbed through the book, then stopped. “I can’t exactly read all the lessons, only some of it.”
    Cl’rnce leaned over to see the title of the book.
Magicks Mysteries
.
    With the pressure off his face, Nasty Sir George screamed, “I’ll kill you both.”
    â€œAh,” the girl said, “he seems not to be be-spelled any longer. Maybe we should go.”
    â€œGood thinking.” Cl’rnce stood up, kicking Nasty Sir George in the helmet for good measure. The knight stopped screaming, and if Cl’rnce heard right, started snoring. “Shall we go, uh … I didn’t catch your name.”
    The little girl tucked the book back in her pouch and wiggled one half of the broken twig up her robe’s frayed sleeve. She held out her hand. “I’m Great and Mighty Wizard.”
    â€œReally?” Cl’rnce managed not to let his mouth drop open in what his sister would have called
Rude Surprise.
    â€œActually, my name is Moire Ain, but I’m learning to be the world’s greatest wizard. I’ve decided believing that I will succeed is important, right? So I’ve changed my name to Great and Mighty Wizard.”
    â€œGlad to meet you.” Cl’rnce tapped her tiny hand with two of his long golden claws. “I’m Cl’rnce of the Merlin tribe of the River Dr’gons.”
    â€œThat’s a mouthful of a name,” Great and Mighty Wizard/Moire Ain said.
    â€œWell, actually it’s Cl’rnce Merlin Clan Principus River Dr’gons. But you can call me Cl’rnce.” He liked this perky little girl. She looked to be no more than maybe twelve or less in human years. Kind of skinny, but judging by her ragged clothes, she was thin because she came from a pretty poor family. Which unfortunatelymeant that among the things she would not have in her pouch was food, like peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Cl’rnce’s stomach growled.
    â€œYou can call me Great and Mighty. Okay?” The little want-to-be-wizard looked like saying yes to this was about the most important