Ewart passed his opponent an approving nod as he dusted himself off the floor. His joints had not thanked him for his aversion to shield charms, then. But exercise was exercise, he supposed, even when it consisted of getting thrown about like a ragdoll! 

This time, Ewart cast a strange little charm that was supposed to send the victim into a trance-like sleep. It had worked well enough in the past, although one could not always account for the strange subjects of the dream flashes they might experience.

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