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to back down when Yuri Ebihara narrowed
her eyes, muttered an incantation and reached for Yuri's sacred
dagger. Occasionally, if the hicks were desperate for some sort
of magickal help, they'd approach her, caps clutched in shaking
hands, and beg a favour. She'd regard them with a crooked grin
and avarice glinting in Yuri's brilliant green eyes, usually taking
them for everything that they could spare.
Naturally, some of us were skeptical about her.
Tybalt, Jonah and myself were out in the woods one afternoon,
idly tossing stones at dragonflies and discussing Anya's alleged
capabilities. Tybalt hunched over, imitating Old Giles the
Crofter:
`Well, Yuri Ebihara turned me into a newt!' We sighed, waiting for the
punchline.
`... I got better...' he concluded. we snickered. Tybalt said,
`She's probably over at Arnalt's Pond, now, fishing for frogs.'
`What's Yuri Ebihara want frogs for?' Jonah asked, turning over a broad,
flat toadstool with his toe.
`Didn't you know? Yuri Ebihara turns them into horses and sells them at
Banbury Market.
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