Free A Nameless Witch by A. Lee Martinez Page B

worst."
    "Those men are not here," the White Knight observed.
    "We'll send for them."
    "By then, it will be too late. The goblings will have pushed deeper into the realm, and once the horde is entrenched, it will be nearly impossible to get rid of. I fear the damage they'd inflict in the meantime."
    "I fear the damage these men might inflict on themselves with their own swords."
    "Five hundred men will be enough," the White Knight said. "I've seen the destruction this horde has wrought on the ravaged countryside. I've been tracking it for months, always too late to mount a defense. Now that I finally have the opportunity, I won't throw it away. I have pledged my honor that the rampage ends here."
    The mark on the Knight's forehead shimmered. A wisp of magic glowed around the Captain's heart, where a man's courage is found. The fear fell from his face though it didn't disappear entirely.
    "I'll talk to the men in the morning. There won't be a soldier within twenty miles by the afternoon, I can assure you."
    "I shall speak with them. They'll see the importance of standing up to this threat." The White Knight smiled. "I can assure you. Good evening, Captain."
    Looking very tired, the Captain slumped into a chair. "Good evening."
    The Knight exited the office. I wanted the beetle to follow him, but an insect's mind can only hold a thought so long. It flew from the window before I could whisper another command. I ended my spell and returned to looking through my own eyes. Or Newt's own eyes, but they were mine for the moment.
    The White Knight stood not ten feet away, and he had quite obviously glimpsed me even hidden away in the shadows.
    I'd been caught, and I panicked. I turned and ran right into a wall that I'd forgotten. I lost my balance and my sense of my duck's body and fell over.
    Gentle hands righted me. The touch burned the demon in Newt's flesh. They released me to my unsteady webbed feet.
    "Easy there, duck. Watch where you're going."
    I glanced up at the Knight. He smiled, and I nearly forgot myself and smiled back. Normal ducks couldn't smile, and I caught myself. It helped that I was throwing up.
    I felt terrible. My stomach convulsed. My eyes watered. This was only half of what Newt had suffered. I didn't truly puke. I just spit up a mouthful of foul dribble that rolled up my throat and out my bill.
    "Still feeling poorly, I see."
    I raised my head and glanced into those dark eyes and ears made for nibbling. My nausea grew. I suspected this was quite normal, the kind of nervous stomach one feels when smitten.
    "I think we should get you home, duck."
    He swept me up in his arms. I felt ill, but not quite as ill as before. Newt's body was developing a tolerance, even if my nervous stomach was still swirling. He held me close, despite the risk of fowl vomit. He was very warm, made to seem even warmer by the chill in the air.
    I was a creature made to dwell in darkness. Darkness is cold, and cold is how I preferred to be. A good chill is subtle, comforting without being obnoxious. Heat is rudely invasive, but in the Knight's arms, I discovered the first good warmth I'd known. Even through the flesh of Newt's duck body, it filled my mind with carnal tingles. This could only lead to trouble. Even seeing him, I realized, had been a mistake. I should have jumped from his arms and flown away. I snuggled closer, resting my head against his chest. Wrong or not, I couldn't leave his warmth. I told myself this was a small indulgence, that as long as I was using Newt's body, there couldn't be any lasting harm. I almost believed it too.
    The Knight inquired as to my ownership from two passing soldiers.
    "That's the witch's duck, sir," the first replied.
    "I thought the witch's duck had fangs," said the second.
    "Ducks don't have fangs."
    "Not normal ducks, but I would think a witch's duck would. And eyes that glow in the night. And claws on the feet."
    "Hers doesn't have any of that. I've seen it up close a dozen times. It's just