A/N: I hope you like this chapter, Fruit Box. I think it's my favorite. Fair Witch's POV.

Ain't never lost a bet before.

Conjur Man is old, an' I think that's what's makin' him stupid. Usually he's a smart fella.

But Dark Witch an' I are right this time, I got no doubt 'bout hit. He's gonna ast fer another chanst, and we're gonna win her life.

Winnin' lives is a fine thing t'do. Onst, hundred years ago, I played with a man an' a woman who were in love, and won his life over a bet. Bets are fun too.

They're not as fun when yer sartin, though. When yer not sartin, you git this feelin' in yer belly, nervous-like feelin'. An' then, when you win, you git the happiest feelin' 'cause you won the bet!

But havin' the witch boy back is worth thousand sartins. Bets are fun, but he's funner.

An' we'll git him back, I know, 'cause we ain't never lost a bet before.