Мор - ученик смерти

           Buthethoughtbetterofit.Itoccurredtohimthatpeopleneededtobelievethings.

           Thewolfhowledagain,sonearthatMortlookedaroundapprehensively.Anotheroneacrossthevalleyansweredit.Thechoruswaspickedupbyacoupleofothersinthedepthsoftheforest.Morthadneverheardanythingsomournful.

           HeglancedsidewaysatthestillfigureofGoodieHamstringandthen,withmountingpanic,atthehourglass.Hesprangtohisfeet,snatchedupthescythe,andbroughtitaroundinatwo-handedswing.

           Thewitchstoodup,leavingherbodybehind.

           ’Welldone,’shesaid.’Ithoughtyou’dmissedit,foraminute,there.’

           Mortleanedagainstatree,pantingheavily,andwatchedGoodiewalkaroundthelogtolookatherself.

           ’Hmm,’shesaidcritically.Timehasgotalottoanswerfor.’Sheraisedherhandandlaughedtoseethestarsthroughit.

           Thenshechanged.Morthadseenthishappenbefore,whenthesoulrealiseditwasnolongerboundbythebody’smorphicfield,butneverundersuchcontrol.Herhairunwounditselffromitstightbun,changingcolourandlengthening.Herbodystraightenedup.Wrinklesdwindledandvanished.Hergreywoollendressmovedlikethesurfaceoftheseaandendeduptracingentirelydifferentanddisturbingcontours.

           Shelookeddown,giggled,andchangedthedressintosomethingleaf-greenandclingy.