Chapter twenty
A voice speaksI found a voice. If it was my voice, or another’s, if it spoke from the grave, or from my love for Delia, if it was fostered by some lingering aftereffect of the counter-spells worked on me by my comrade Wizards of Loh, I did not know. If it came from the Star Lords I did not know. That, even then, seemed to me so unlikely as to be a foolish wisp of a whim.
That voice issuing from my throat spoke up bravely.
“Now wait a minute!” said the voice. “Now, just hold on — hold on a moment! You say you would have spared me, would have raised me up — and this after what you say was done to your wizard. Well, and what have I — here and now — said or done that offends you? Tell me, Csitra the Witch, tell me — if you can!”
“What—” She put a hand, again, to her head.
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