“Perhaps not a potion to kill, but one to . . . to turn us into something we’re not.” “You mean . . . like a toad or—or—a billy goat?” Her lips twitched, as if it was all she could do not to burst out laughing. “I know! A flock of chickens. We could use some fresh eggs around here.” Hal stared at her. Did she really not understand what he was talking about? “We’ve heard stories of spells and potions that steal a man’s courage or his strength. That cause him to turn against his fellow soldiers and kill them. That give him such a massive case of the itches that—” “Believe me, Captain, if I had
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