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Dragon's Eye

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by Robin Wirth


  hers. She felt the hard, lean muscles of his torso

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  all along her own small frame, and she was

  sorely tempted to do as Alice had suggested, and

  simply let him have her. But it was not in

  Felicity’s nature to give up without a fight.

  “Oh!” she gasped with outrage. “Let me

  go, you great oaf!”

  “Who else was with you? Why are you

  here?” Lancelot demanded as his wand, now

  turned back to its normal form, pointed straight

  at her face. The light in its tip shone just brightly

  enough for the man to get a better look at the

  young woman he had pinned to the floor.

  When the look in his eyes switched from

  ire to amusement, Felicity cast him an annoyed

  glance. “What’s so funny?”

  “Did you really think a mere slip of a girl

  like you could get away with stealing from my

  museum?” he wanted to know.

  “For your information, I was not here to

  steal anything,” she answered haughtily. “I was

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  simply trying to teach Director McTavert a

  lesson in good manners.”

  “A lesson in manners, you say?” he

  scoffed. “And what lesson might that be?”

  “If McTavert cares nothing for stepping

  on the rights of other people, I thought perhaps

  if somebody stepped on his own toes, he might

  change his tune. He must see that the Law of

  Three would be of great benefit to everyone, and

  not seek to dismiss it so readily.”

  “So, a little political activist, is it?”

  Lancelot chuckled as he leaned forward enough

  to whisper the words into her ear. “I wonder

  what I should do with you now.”

  “You can let me up from the floor, for

  starters,” she scolded, even as she sucked in her

  breath in surprise. The heat of his breath slid

  along her sensitive flesh around the ear in which

  he spoke, and her body became entirely too

  aware of the fact that he was still pinning her to

  the cold, marble tiles of the hall.

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  Never before this had she ever been in

  such close proximity to any man, and yet

  instinctively she knew that no other man would

  have nearly the same affect upon her as this one

  did now. Her heart fluttered like a caged bird,

  and her breathing came in short little gasps.

  With an amused grin, Lancelot asked,

  “What’s the matter, my dear, have I taken your

  breath away? Just tell me who was with you, and

  I’ll let you up so we can take them over to the

  Law Enforcement Office as well.”

  “I would never betray my friends,” she

  said between breaths. “And the only thing that is

  taking my breath away at the moment is the

  weight of your great, hulking body crushing my

  lungs. Now let me go before you crush them

  completely.”

  Grasping her by the wrist, Lance grinned

  as he said, “Your wish is my command.”

  With one smooth motion, he got to his

  feet and brought her along with him. The next

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  thing Felicity knew, he flicked his wand into the

  air and popped them from the Museum right into

  the middle of the Law Enforcement Office

  within the space of a heartbeat.

  “Nature of your complaint, sir?”

  inquired a witch without batting an eye as they

  suddenly appeared beside her desk.

  “I caught this little witch sneaking

  around Director McTavert’s office inside the

  Museum,” he explained as he handed her off to

  the woman. “It would appear I’ll have more than

  one issue to deal with in the morning.”

  “Yes, sir, we’ll take care of it,” the

  woman said with a nod.

  “Thank you, ma’am,” he replied.

  As the witch led Felicity toward the door

  that led to the back, she looked over her

  shoulder, straight into the eyes of the wizard

  who had brought her there.

  Lancelot Jones had a look on his face

  that made Felicity’s insides clench in a heat of

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  wanting. His disheveled hair cascaded down his

  shoulders in a wave of gold. His green eyes held

  a flame that she could not define but wanted to

  keep gazing upon forever. And somehow, he’d

  managed to magically conjure a robe on the way

  there too.

  As the door shut with a click behind her,

  Felicity turned to see the bars of the holding cell

  she was about to enter. She spared a thought for

  her two friends who had gotten her into this mess

  in the first place. She hoped they’d gotten back

  to the Academie in one piece, and vowed never

  to mention the part they’d played.

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  The small holding cell that Felicity

  entered was already occupied by four witches

  who were all giggling together off in one of the

  corners. The stark white walls glared at her eyes

  beneath a magically created light source located

  somewhere above, and the unconcealed toilet

  mounted in the middle of the room left her

  stomach even queasier than it already was.

  Felicity hung close to the door as it

  slammed shut behind her, uncertain what to do

  next. One of the other witches suddenly sprang

  up and started to dance around in circles as she

  spoke.

  “Well, of course I had to break the Law

  of Three,” she giggled as she wiggled her hips.

  “I’ve got me some clients in Mundania who

  really like what I can do for them. What no

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  bloody Mundane wench can, if you know what

  I mean. Why, I have this one old rotter with a

  tiny prick, and he always picks me up because I

  can make the thing three times its size with just

  one flick of my wand. Even bigger, if he asks me

  nicely.”

  “Well, I broke the Law of Three as well,”

  said another witch. “I needed some carrots to put

  into a stew, and when I asked a Mundane woman

  if she would spare me some, she actually had the

  cheek to tell me no.”

  “Really?” the others gasped. “What did

  you do about it? “

  “I compelled her, of course. What was I

  supposed to do, return home to prepare a meal

  without the ingredients I required? Ridiculous.”

  “Well, unlike all of you, I did not break

  the Law of Three,” the third witch said smugly.

  “I simply broke my husband’s nose.”

  “Here now, what did you do that for?”

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  “I caught him cheating on me with his

  secretary.”

  “Oh, that’s so sad,” said the last witch.

  “What was her name, dearie?”

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nbsp; “His name is Ernest,” she replied.

  “Though it may as well have been Ernestine

  when I got through with him.”

  “Oh,” she said with a little moue of

  surprise. The cooking witch held back a laugh.

  “You ought not to trifle with a man

  whose called Ernest,” the first witch teased.

  “They’ve always got way too much to say. Far

  better to find yourself a Randy, so he’ll fuck you

  quite nicely and be on his way.”

  “Oh, oh, Elsie, you must stop,” tittered

  one of the other witches with a bit of a cackle.

  “We appear to have ended up with an innocent

  in our midst.”

  “Why, so we have, my dears, so we

  have,” she chuckled as they all followed the

  thumb she had pointed over at Felicity. “Tell us,

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  little miss school girl, whatever did a sweet little

  thing like you do to get thrown into a nasty place

  like this? Not working a bit of magic on some

  old rotter as well, I trust?”

  “Ma’am, please,” said Felicity with a

  crimson blush. “I’ve never even seen a rotter.

  And even if I did, I don’t believe I know the spell

  you are referring to. I never even knew there was

  such a spell.”

  “Oh my, but there are quite a few others

  for a witch who cares to be adventurous enough

  to learn them,” Elsie told her with a toothy grin.

  The other witches cackled some more.

  “Ah, didn’t I tell you, Elsie? Pure as the

  driven snow.”

  “I’m only seventeen,” Felicity protested.

  “I should think I still have plenty of time yet

  before I need to worry over that sort of thing. In

  fact, right now my schooling is the most

  important thing in the world. If I play my cards

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  right, I’ll be Valedictorian at graduation this

  year.”

  “Oh my, and won’t that be quite the little

  accomplishment?” said the would-be chef with

  a vacuous smile. “I was the class Valedictorian

  once. And now look at me, saddled with seven

  children who need food in their mouths, and a

  husband who can’t seem to rub more than a few

  coppers at a time together, no matter how hard

  he tries. He’s not the most powerful Mage who

  ever lived, mind you, but at least he’s decent

  enough to me.”

  “I’m certain that you must love your

  children very much, to end up in here trying to

  feed the little dears,” Felicity pointed out with a

  smile. “There’s no greater gift you can give them

  than the gift of your heart.”

  “Well, I wish one or the other of them

  would gift me with a thank you every now and

  then,” she complained. “Just wait, my dear.

  Someday you’ll know exactly what I mean.”

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  “I should hope not,” Felicity replied.

  “Well, little miss Valedictorian, don’t let

  us disturb your tender sensibilities any further,”

  Elsie chuckled then. “In fact, I believe that

  there’s a book to read right over there on the

  little table. That should keep you occupied till

  morning, even if sleep does not. Mind that you

  stay off the top bunk, though, as it belongs to

  me.”

  “Do you always use the same bed when

  you come in here, then?” the cooking witch

  inquired.

  “Oh, yes,” she said. “This is my home

  away from home, after all. Do make yourself

  comfortable, child.”

  “Yes, of course. Thank you, ma’am,”

  Felicity answered with a polite nod, earning

  another round of laughter as a result.

  “You’re very welcome, miss,” Elsie told

  her with a curtsy.

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  Felicity did her best to ignore the

  continued ribaldry of the others as she turned

  and walked over to retrieve the book the witch

  had indicated off the table. She brought it with

  her as she went to lie on the bottom bunk. She

  didn’t look at the title until she’d plumped up the

  flat pillow a bit and settled herself down into a

  reasonably comfortable position.

  She was thinking about what the mother

  witch had just said. She hoped very much that if

  ever she had any children of her own that she

  would teach them enough about respect that they

  would never fail to thank her for things, as those

  other children did to their mother.

  “Bewitching,” she muttered as she read

  the book’s title aloud, and realized that she was

  holding a rather spicy romance novel. It wasn’t

  the kind of fare one ever found at the Academie,

  and thus she had never had the opportunity to

  read anything like it, but she was willing to give

  it a go.

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  In the middle of the book were a few

  panels with pictures on them. More than one of

  these depicted scenes where the characters in the

  story were kissing or coupling, and with a blush

  Felicity turned quickly from them to read the

  book from the start.

  As the story progressed, she came to the

  scene where the witch first met her wizard. She

  read it through with interest when she realized

  some of the similarities it had with the way she’d

  just encountered Lancelot Jones.

  For one thing, this man had caught the

  woman in a place she did not belong, just as

  Lancelot had caught her. However, rather than

  carrying her straight off to be judged, as

  Lancelot had done to her, the wizard had begun

  a slow seduction instead, kissing the witch with

  a savage need.

  Eyes rounded, Felicity found herself

  gazing off into nothingness after a time, her

  mind’s eye clearly focused on the earlier events

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  of the evening. How her heart had lurched the

  very moment she had first seen the handsome

  wizard, and how it had not been simply the fright

  of discovery that had been the cause.

  What would it be like to kiss a man like

  Lancelot Jones? To run her fingers through that

  silky golden mane? What would it have felt like

  if he’d been on top of her body like that without

  any clothes at all, doing the things a man might

  do to a woman in such a state, whatever those

  things might be?

  Maybe if she read a bit further, she might

  even discover what some of them were, she

  reflected, and then she found herself digging

  about in the chapters in search of just the

  information she craved.

  It wasn’t until dawn that she realized

  she’d fallen asleep with dreams of Lancelot

  Jones’ kisses floating about inside her addled

  head. She realized with a start that she’d been

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  thinking with her body when she should be

  thinking with her brain.

  Very soon now, she would be brought

  out to be judged for what she’d just done to

  Dervish’s office. Her accuser, the very man

  she’d been lusting after all night, surely had

  formulated what he had to say in the matter by

  now, while she had allowed herself to sink into

  the realm of fantasy instead.

  Well, she decided, that was no matter.

  She would simply make up her defense now, in

  plenty of time for the upcoming event. She spent

  the greater part of three hours waiting before her

  name was finally called.

  Felicity’s stomach knotted up as she

  stood and walked over to the officer who waited

  for her at the cell door. The woman flicked her

  wand, and wrist restraints appeared just above

  Felicity’s hands, making her wince.

  “These are hardly necessary, ma’am,”

  she told her in a conciliatory tone.

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  “Regulation,” the older witch barked

  efficiently. “Come with me.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered, feeling a

  bit nervous now.

  You must be strong, she told herself. You

  did nothing wrong, merely attempted to

  illustrate how wrong the opinions of one wizard

  were in the face of so many others people.

  Felicity stepped out into the huge

  courtroom filled with three hundred witches and

  wizards who comprised the Council of Elders,

  none of whom were less than four hundred years

  old. She felt a little bit dizzy as she padded

  further in. The officer who escorted her offered

  her a steadying hand as she took a seat on the

  chair in the center of the huge, formidable

  chamber.

  “Now comes Miss Felicity Lake to be

  heard on the matter set before us,” called out the

  bailiff, and Felicity watched fervently as

  Lancelot Jones strode into view.

 

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