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- As was my custom, before mounting my horse I stood in front of it and breathed quickly into its nostrils three times.
- “What are you doing?” Nessa asked, her face alive with curiosity. She had obviously wisely decided not to fight against my wishes.
- “I am using what we mages call boska. I have changed the composition of the air within my lungs before breathing into the horse’s nostrils. I have thus infused the animal with obedience and courage. Now, if I have to fight, my mount will not flinch from the enemy that faces us!”
- B11 C10
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