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The old witch was absurdly light; Ajalia lifted her as though she were a child, and carried her down the stairs of the house, and into the back courtyard. The middle-aged mother that Ajalia had met when Chad had followed her down to her room was in the courtyard, hanging washing on a line. The children, Ajalia was thankful to see, were not present. The woman looked up at t The old witch was absurdly light; Ajalia lifted her as though she were a child, and carried her down the stairs of the house, and into the back courtyard. The middle-aged mother that Ajalia had met when Chad had followed her down to her room was in the courtyard, hanging washing on a line. The children, Ajalia was thankful to see, were not present. The woman looked up at the scrape of Ajalia's feet; her eyes grew wide and round, and her mouth dropped open.
 "I knew it," the mother said in triumph, coming to Ajalia, and peering into the dead old woman's face, which was hanging upside down near Ajalia's arm. "I knew she was a witch!" the mother whispered to Ajalia.
 "How did you know?" Ajalia asked. She wanted to be surprised at the middle-aged mother's lack of chagrin at her gruesome burden, but somehow she was not.
 "They're fighting again," the mother said. "The priests in Talbos, and our witches." 
"I was afraid," Ajalia said mildly, "that you would suspect me of murder."
 The mother began to laugh, as though Ajalia had claimed to be the spawn of some god. 
"Oh, my dear," she said to Ajalia, merry tears in her eyes, "you and I cannot kill witches. Oh!" she laughed, putting a hand to her side, and shaking her head in delight.


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The old witch was absurdly light; Ajalia lifted her as though she were a child, and carried her down the stairs of the house, and into the back courtyard. The middle-aged mother that Ajalia had met when Chad had followed her down to her room was in the courtyard, hanging washing on a line. The children, Ajalia was thankful to see, were not present. The woman looked up at t The old witch was absurdly light; Ajalia lifted her as though she were a child, and carried her down the stairs of the house, and into the back courtyard. The middle-aged mother that Ajalia had met when Chad had followed her down to her room was in the courtyard, hanging washing on a line. The children, Ajalia was thankful to see, were not present. The woman looked up at the scrape of Ajalia's feet; her eyes grew wide and round, and her mouth dropped open.
 "I knew it," the mother said in triumph, coming to Ajalia, and peering into the dead old woman's face, which was hanging upside down near Ajalia's arm. "I knew she was a witch!" the mother whispered to Ajalia.
 "How did you know?" Ajalia asked. She wanted to be surprised at the middle-aged mother's lack of chagrin at her gruesome burden, but somehow she was not.
 "They're fighting again," the mother said. "The priests in Talbos, and our witches." 
"I was afraid," Ajalia said mildly, "that you would suspect me of murder."
 The mother began to laugh, as though Ajalia had claimed to be the spawn of some god. 
"Oh, my dear," she said to Ajalia, merry tears in her eyes, "you and I cannot kill witches. Oh!" she laughed, putting a hand to her side, and shaking her head in delight.

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