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– What can you predict if you don't even recognize me?

– Don't judge so harshly, young King. I have only a few hours to live.

– Tell me, – Robin sighed heavily.

– Please take my great-granddaughter away from here. She won't have anyone left after I die.

The men noticed a shadow moving nearby.

Arthur stepped forward and pulled a teenage girl in gray rags out from behind a snowdrift.

– Soldiers,– King Robin said to the assembled company. – Who's going to marry her?

Arthur cupped the almost childlike face in his black-gloved hand and turned it to the light.

– I am, Your Majesty, – said a determined voice from the crowd.

The faceless warrior came closer, took off his cloak, wrapped it around the girl, and put her on the horse. Edward, seeing the king's nod, tossed the bag of coins to the warrior.

– Let's go, – said Arthur lazily.

The monarch was the first to mount his black stallion lightly. And the witch, meanwhile, came out of her stupor, ran to him and grabbed the stirrups.

– You didn't listen to me! There is a woman who can give you an heir! She is of the line of the comers! Just her, there are no more of them left!