"So what do you say, Sir Carwyn?" Ashlynn asked. "Can you accept the terms I offered?"
Sir Carwyn was still staring at the door that the soldiers had just carried Sir Rain through when Ashlynn asked her question. Of all of the things he expected when the powerful witch took action, the notion of mesmerizing a man until he believed that he was a little girl who wet herself had never once entered his mind.
To a man like Sir Rain, that was a fate worse than imprisonment or torture. If they paraded him in public, the shame would haunt him for the rest of his days, and even if they didn't, it would still break the man's spirit. From her words, the punishment would only be temporary but in a way, that only made it worse. It was something she could do and undo as she wished and the thought of the other things she could do with that power was…
