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Their mounts incessantly flirted, yes, but to
mate—
“Interesting,” Manon managed to say.
“You didn’t know they did such things?”
Karsyn’s brows knotted.
“We knew they bred.” Asterin stepped in at
last. “But we haven’t witnessed it being for ...
choice.”
“For love,” the Crochan said, and Manon
nearly rolled her eyes. “These beasts, despite
their dark master, are capable of love.”
Nonsense, yet some kernel in her realized
it to be true. Instead, Manon said, though she
already knew, “What’s your name?”
But wariness again flooded Karsyn’s eyes,
as if remembering whom she spoke to, that
there were others who might see them
conversing. “Thank you for the broom,” the
witch said, and strode between the tents.
At least one of the Crochans had spoken to