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She was a pretty little thing—thick blonde hair, big grey eyes, a little taller than Winthrop. She was clad in a coarse brown dress and sandals that were too big for her. When Winthrop first saw her, he felt his heart flutter.
"Boy, this is Edith," Belboz announced (he called Winthrop "boy" more often than anything else these days). "Her parents perished in dragonfire last week along with most of her village—just as yours did years ago. She will be working with you from now on. I am tasking you with showing her around the tunnels—all the rooms and the kind of work you do in each one. Her schedule will not be identical to yours, but this will be a good starting point."
Winthrop nodded. "Yes, master," he responded automatically, his eyes trained on the girl.
Edith...
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had, as recently as that morning, been a twentysomething noblewoman named Juliana. But now, thanks to Belboz, her mind was like a child's.
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had, as recently as that morning, been a twentysomething noblewoman named Juliana. But Belboz had left her her mind.
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had, as recently as that morning, been a young knight. Now, though, he—she—was only a young girl, through and through.
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had, as recently as that morning, been a young knight. But Belboz had left him his mind.
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had, in fact, been recently orphaned by the dragon, but Belboz had an ulterior motive—he knew she had magical abilities, and intended to teach her to use it.
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was actually the longtime servant of a recently deceased magical associate of Belboz's. She retained all her memories, as Belboz knew her experience would be useful.
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was, surprisingly, everything Belboz had said she was; nothing more, nothing less.
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