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It took five or six nights of trying before she managed even to hover six feet off the ground. She had been useless in sorcery. Was she doomed to be useless at everything? It was a pleasure, finally, to scare the barn owls and bats senseless. And it was good to be abroad. When she had more confidence, she wobbled far down the valley to the remains of the Ozma Regent's attempt at a dam; she rested and hoped that she wouldn't have to walk back. She didn't. The broom was resistant to her intention, but she could aways threaten it with fire.

She felt like a night angel.

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