Withen's

He had been assuming that he would trap Withen's house-mage; most nobles outside Valdemar had one, to weave protections for themselves and their interests.

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At this point the stranger had still not known that he'd caught Vanyel; he had only thought that Withen's house-mage was far more skilled than he had guessed.

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He and his father were ensconced in Withen's "study," a room devoted to masculine comforts and entirely off-limits to the females of the household.

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If he had to rein her in, he was strong enough to wrestle her head down, and no horse out of Withen's hunter-line would ever run when she couldn't see.

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Withen's hair and beard were about half silvered, and he'd developed a bit of a paunch; those were his only concessions to increasing age.

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He paused, and looked first into Treesa's eyes, then into Withen's.

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Vanyel knocked over the bench, and stumbled blindly to Withen's side of the table.

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"It is in Withen's hands," Starwind sighed, then stretched.

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Since he hadn't detected any of the arcane protections that would have shown him Withen's house-mage had a Work Room, he had supposed that his enemy must be some kind of woods 'witch, or hedge-wizard, to do all of his spellcasting out-of-doors.

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"Hello, Father," he said, clasping Withen's arms for just long enough to make Withen relax without making him flinch.

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