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“He did what I brought him here for,” said Henry. “Get on your horse, Thomas. We need to get out of here in case there are more of them nearby.”
“It’s witchcraft,” said Martin. “Like the enemy uses.”
“The enemy uses fire,” said Rowland. “Fire, not lightning.”
“It’s still witchcraft!” said Martin. “Is that why you can see in the dark?”
“Aye,” said Thomas.
“Why couldn’t you see them before they attacked?” asked Rowland. “If you can see in the dark, why couldn’t you see them and warn us?”
“They were hiding,” said Thomas, “under the snow. I couldn’t see until they stood up.”
“The snowstorm,” said Lawrence, his eyes widening. His voice filled with either fear or awe—Thomas couldn’t tell which. “That was you.”
“Aye,” said Thomas.
“You’ve saved us twice, then,” said Patrick, frowning
