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All eyes fell on my grandmother who’s complete focus lay on her pockets. She gave them all a brisk pat before she lifted her eyes, both brimming with tears, to my grandfather. “I’ve lost it!”
Sage blinked at her. “Lost what?”
“The gift that sweet man gave to me!” she bemoaned as she searched her pockets again. “It’s gone!”
He nodded at the muddy road at our backs. “Perhaps it slipped out and sank into the mud on the hill. Either way, we have some rather more important matters to-”
“Enough!” The shout came from Borchia who by now was a quivering mass of fury. He set his angry eyes on the trio and stabbed a finger in the direction of the village. “Get out of here, you damn witches! And don’t come back!”
Anger flashed across the woman’s eyes and she raised both her arms in f
