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"It'll do," I said. "Murph, you're driving. Molly, if you don't mind."
My apprentice grinned as she hurriedly pulled on her coat. Then she stuck her tongue between her teeth, frowned fiercely, and waved her hand at me with a murmur. I felt the kid's veil congeal about me like a thin layer of Jell-O, a wobbly and slippery sensation. The world went a little bit blurry, as if I were suddenly looking at everything through hazy green water, but Murphy's face turned up into a grin.
"That's very good," she said. "I can't see him at all."
Molly's face was set with concentration as she maintained the spell, but she glanced at Murphy and nodded her head in acknowledgment.
"Right," I said. "Come on, Mouse."
My dog hopped to his feet and trotted over eagerly, waving his tail.
Murphy looked in my general direction, and arched an eyebrow.
"If the gruffs don't buy it, I want all the early warning I can get," I told her.
She lowered her voice and murmured, "And maybe you're a little nervous about going out without the coat and the staff?"
"Maybe," I said.
It was only a half lie. Insulting nickname or not, coat and staff or not, the more I thought about what we were up against, the more worried I became.
I wasn't nervous.
I was pretty much terrified.


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