Morgana pressed one hand against her own forehead. “Please be quiet, Fina.” “Oh, did the terrible magic you used Guinevere for wear you out?” Fina’s voice grew even louder. “Does your head hurt? Does it hurt very much? How much would you say it hurts?” “Hush, you wretched girl, or I will make all your hair fall out using my magic.” “Try it and I will make all your blood fall out. Using my ax.”
