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sense of shock and, he suddenly realised, jealousy, Magnus realised that she was trying to stare up the skirts of the emperor’s armour.
    “Nysa is mine already,” he mocked the three women.
    “Not yet, it isn’t,” Bellatrix said, also lifting her head and now standing up. Although she was a tall woman, she was completely dwarfed by Osiman, and yet the proud way she held her head demonstrated she was not cowed at all by his presence. If anything, she seemed exhilarated. “Before you take Nysa, you have to take us – for we are Nysa!”
    “ Pah!” Osiman spat on the ground at her feet. “Nysa cannot stand against me, and when it is mine I shall fuck its whores any way I wish.” So saying, he reached out with a huge slab of a hand to grab Bellatrix.
    To the surprise of everyone there, the dark-haired witch spun to one side and, grabbing hold of Osiman’s smallest finger, yanked it backwards, dragging it behind his back and causing him to cry out in pain. Around them, a hundred soldiers suddenly drew their swords and Magnus began to sweat with fear.
    “Not so fast, my lad. You may be a big fellow, but even the largest man is only as strong as his weakest parts – and I haven’t got my hands on those, not yet.”
    As she spoke, Serena and Isis leaped to their feet and rushed him, Serena pressing her index finger to his throat and Isis reaching beneath the skirt that she had been eyeing up so appreciatively only minutes earlier. “Wow!” she gasped. “That is big!”
    “Isis!” hissed Serena. “Concentrate!”
    At this, to the surprise of everyone else, Osiman began to laugh. “And what do you plan to do if I throw you to my men to be slaughtered like dogs?” he asked.
    “Before you can lift a finger – and remember, I’m holding onto your finger – you won’t take another breath. But,” and now Bellatrix to Magnus’s astonishment released Osiman’s hand, just as Isis and Serena took a step back, “give us what we want and by the gods we’ll make sure you get what you desire.”
    Osiman had pulled back his hand and was rubbing his finger, yet a broad smile was on his face. “And what is it that you want?”
    “We want to surrender to the Emperor,” Bellatrix said, and the look in her eye and flush of her cheek told Magnus that she wasn’t lying. If he thought he was jealous before, this was nothing to the pang that stabbed through his chest now.
    “We want to submit,” Serena added, her own eyes glittering.
    “We want to be invaded ,” Isis cried. Even though her dress wasn’t wet now, her nipples were like the tips of two arrowheads beneath the flimsy fabric.
    “Very well,” Osiman said, stepping backwards and lifting the flap to his tent. “Let us go inside and discuss the terms of this... surrender.”
    As they entered the tent, the emissary pulled himself to his feet and glowered at Magnus and his knights before snarling something in his native tongue. Without warning a hundred guards raised their swords. Magnus gulped.
    "Discretion and valour and all that," he said weakly, allowing his own weapon to be taken from him before his knights surrendered theirs.
    The emissary was about to say something when a terrible roar came from the tent. Suddenly those hundred swords came even closer to the small band of Nysans, until they realised it was matched by a woman's scream and Magnus recognised Isis's voice.
    "Oh by the gods! Yes! By all the fucking gods, hell yes!"
    At this, some of the guards began to snigger, attempting to suppress their chuckles when the emissary glared at them. The noises from inside the tent began to get louder, however, and as the yells of Osiman matched those of the three witches so the soldiers nudged and poked each other. Their humour turned to astonishment however, when the tent itself began to shake.
    "What foul magic is this?" the emissary asked, fear mixed with anger in his voice. "If anything should happen to our Emperor at the hands of those whores, you'll