Chapter 79
Watch!" shouted the stout slaver Sparr had seen earlier. With his back to the auction block, the man dipped one finger into a cup of mulled wine, steaming in the chilly morning air. Then with a flourish he held up his hand. "Tell us, witch! Which finger has tasted the wine?" The crowd stood, pressing forward to get a better view. Slave auctions were common enough, but one offering the sale of a witch was surely a novelty. "Please," a voice cried out from the block. "Please, I... I can't. I can't anymore. I can't see!" The voice was familiar somehow. Sparr, intent as he was in haggling over the boots, found his attention torn. "Tell us!" the slaver roared. He turned first to the block, then back to the crowd, a glint of anger in his eyes. "I assure you, good folk of Seille, she has the g
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