"Why, and I have not harmed any of them, either," she tells him-- and the gentle voice has more than a touch of bitterness in it.

"Your lord father will not have it so, Rilian; surely it is that you know that?"

The Seafarer, she thinks, and a surge of icy anger rises within the

(Lady of the Green Kirtle -- a witch)

White Rider. Caspian Seafarer, and his interference -- would that she had dealt more completely with him before!

Her gaze is still fixed on the grass as she adds softly,

"It is kind of you to offer, my lord, even to a witch." Bitter, bitter words, soft and tired.