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. "But I ... I ... I love you,
dear," he stammered.
Zoma pointed a finger at Gorath and wiggled her nose.
Instantly, he lost his ability to talk. "That will teach you
never to betray a black-robed sorceress!" she sneered,
causing sweat to pour down Gorath's unhappy face. "I hope
a few years without speech will help you learn your lesson."
She pointed toward her terrified guest, and his chair slid
toward her. She waved her hand slightly, and the chair rose
into the air so their noses nearly touched. "I'll never forgive
you or let you forget your cruelty toward me!" she shouted.
Then, as she looked into his eyes, she calmed down and
even smiled slightly. "But I do love you, darling," she said
thoughtfully. "And I'll cook, and clean, and care for you for
the rest of your life. You'll see. We'll have such a happy
time together."
Leaving Gorath in midair, Zoma turned back to the
kettle. The black-robed magic-user caused the fire to rise
underneath just by raising her finger. She then leaned over
the kettle to stir the stew, putting her hand directly into the
boiling water without feeling any discomfort. The folds at
the back of her black robe separated slightly.
Gorath's frightened eyes bulged from their sockets
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