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right to your head?"
The smith nodded again and, aware that he wasn't making a major contribution to the dialogue, added, "That's right."
"That's the difference," said Granny.
"The difference from what?"
Granny sighed. "The difference between witch magic and wizard magic," she said. "And it's found her, and if she doesn't control it, then there are those who will control her. Magic can be a sort of door, and there are unpleasant things on the other side. Do you understand?"
The smith nodded. He didn't really understand, but he correctly surmised that if he revealed this fact Granny would start going into horrible details.
"She's strong in her mind and it might take a while," said Granny. "But sooner or later they'll challenge her."
Smith some advantages. After all, Granny wouldn't last forever, and being father to the area's only witch might not be too bad, at that.
"All right," he said.
And so, as the winter turned and started the long, reluctant climb towards spring, Esk picked up a hammer from his bench, looked at it as though he had never seen it before, and put it down again. "But," he said, "if it's wizard magic she's got, learning witchery won't be any good, will it? You said they're different." "They're both magic. If you can't learn to ride an elephant, you can at least learn to ride a horse." "What's an elephant?" "A kind of badger," said Granny. She hadn't maintained forest credibility for forty years by ever admitting ignorance. The blacksmith sighed. He knew he was beaten. His wife had made it clear that she favored the idea and, now that he came to think about it, there were