Witch And Her Two Disciples | The

"Whatever happens," she told them on a day when the reeds were singing with migrating geese, "the craft is not an inheritance the way the lord’s fields are. It is a contract. You bind yourselves to the world, and the world binds you back. You must be ready to pay with your time, with your silence, with the small deaths that ask you to become less selfish." She pressed, briefly, a ring into Em’s hand—iron, knotted. "This is not mine," she said. "It has belonged to those who kept watch before me. Keep it until you weigh your own iron."