“It was a Mage once. One Detry decided he no longer had a need for. At least, not as she was…” Hawk’s voice dropped, and he looked sad. “Now she serves another purpose.”
A Mage? What possible purpose! Before I could ask, Hawk was speaking again.
“As she is…” His voice quieted so much he was nearly inaudible.
In this form, he means.
“King Detry couldn’t curse someone like that!” I expostulated. Knowing the King possessed no magic.
“No, he had me cast the spell when I was new.”
New? New to magic.
Why would the King make him do it? And why would he agree?
“Why would you do that?” I stared at him, appalled.
“I didn’t know then what I was doing.”
“Who was she?”
“Someone far more important than I knew…To some.” His face showed deep regret. “If I could take it b
