“But the choice to save yourself can itself be deadly,” said the Princess Nastoya. Elphie nodded, looked away, looked back. “I will give you three crows as your familiars,” said the Princess. “You are in hiding as a witch now. That is your guise.” She spoke a word to the crows, and three mangy, evil-looking things came and waited nearby. “A witch?” Elphaba said. What her father would think! “Hiding from what?”
