Resists Lukrasta

It was then that I remembered something about my fight with the witches on the tower steps.

“When I was trying to lure as many witches as possible out into the open, Lukrasta came out onto the balcony with Alice and stared down at me. Then he hurled some sort of magical energy at me. I felt the blow, and it hurt me. But why, if he’s so powerful, wasn’t I slain on the spot?”

It was something that I’d been thinking about on the way home. Was it because I was a seventh son of a seventh son and had lamia blood in me? Then it struck me that it might have been Alice rather than Lukrasta who had launched the attack. I didn’t want to even think about that, and thrust it from my mind.

The Spook scratched at his beard; a few white flakes of dandruff speckled his black gown. “My guess is that what you are is significant. It might well be that you have some resistance to his kind of dark magecraft.”

B13 C16