The boy squinted back up at Druce, then back at Aithne. "I think she means to be a witch," he told Druce, "but she is no good at it. I am not marrying her. You can take her, but good luck with that, I say. She might put magic pins and needles in your bed, or poison your wine - even by accident! So I am keeping an eye on her, and making sure the Guttersnipe stays safe while Jason is away." And he squinted up one eye and opened wide the other, twisting round to give Druce only his face, as the young Erin warrior was said to do when the battle-rage took him.
"Too bad my arms are broken," he added stiffly through the exaggerated smile he gave.
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