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Fred didn't sleep at all that night. Wenda rose shortly after the sun did, as usual, and stepped outside to tend to their small garden. Riella's daily chore was to make breakfast for the both of them. As she did, she dearly wished she could just put a sleeping potion in her mother's--in the witch's breakfast and be gone within the hour, but Wenda had a keen sense for potions, and she would know after the first mouthful that something was wrong. And it always took more than one mouthful for a potion to work. The knight woke around noon, and Fred waited for the fog of sleep to lift from his eyes, but it didn't. She realized this dullness was not going to go away, and she had helped in making him like this. The Fred part of her knew she should feel guilty, but the Riella part had been in charge for thirteen years and she felt that doing this to another person was her right. She did not succeed in her attempts to induce guilt, but her two sides were at least able to agree that Wenda was a right awful mother. The witch was immediately urging her to try out potions on the poor fool, and by the time she was finally alone in the cottage four days later, with Wenda gone at the market for at least three hours, the knight was not only ready to immediately obey even the tiniest command from either of them (another potion had made him an expert in sign language), but due to the potions he had consumed,
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