Chapter 8

Although Holzy looked strong and clear muscles rippled under his sleek tawny skin, Hanson figured he could take the wizard in a fair fight. When magic was involved, nothing could be less fair. He felt the compulsion laid on him, sensed the controlling energies maneuvering his body like a puppet on its strings, still a part of his mind remained clear and free. He could not disobey—at least now—but he observed and filed away everything he sensed.

Like the pigs, he might appear a bit slow and dull. Also like them, a keen native intelligence lurked behind his mud-brown eyes. He’d always watched and listened more than talked, and it had served him well thus far. He didn’t doubt that would continue.

Holzy put both hands on Hanson’s shoulders and pushed down until Hanson sank obediently to his knees again. He didn’t need to stoop to place his face level with Holzy’s huge wand. It was right there—almost brushing Hanson’s mouth as it twitched.