Chapter ONE - Weebly

want a few of them dead, I know that at least one is
your friend.”
Diver. The conjurer knew that Diver was his friend.
But far more important, the conjurer couldn’t be Derne.
Whoever he was, Ethan had grown pretty sick of him.
The remaining mullein leaves were in the pouch
hanging on his belt, and now he racked his brain for a
spell to fire back. He could preserve the leaves for two
spells, or he could use all the rest of them for one
powerful assault.
“When they’re gone,” Anna said, staring down at
him, “which should be just another moment or two,
you’re going to get up and walk north on this lane.”
“Why not just kill me here?”
Her smile was so innocent, so normal, that Ethan
shuddered. “Other plans,” she said, in a singsong voice.
He thought about asking what would happen if he
refused, just to keep her talking and perhaps to distract
the conjurer so that Ethan’s attack would have a better
chance of success. But he knew what would happen if
he asked, and he flinched away from the idea of it. He
thought that years of forced labor and brutal floggings