Scrooge paused, and even the men who lacked magesight could feel another power in the room. Or, rather, the ghost of another, far greater power in the room. For a moment, Magica would see Leucetios's mark on her, the mark that warned away the dark things that would think to consume her magic and her soul.

The Lord of Storms was close, listening.

Scrooge eased off on the boiling in the men's extremities. However, the symbols on the floor kept them rooted to the cottage.

"Ye hear that, lads? The 'wicked witch' ye lot fear is pleadin' fer yer lives, fer the Laird of Storms and a child of Lir not tae use ye as examples."