She squirmed stiffly on the floor.
'Be a dear and help me up, would you?'
Getting her to her feet proved difficult. Her corpse and her spirit were barely connected now, and she hadn't been very graceful when alive.
She wiggled her fingers mechanically. 'Excellent work, child. Now help me to the table.'
On rigid legs, she clomped to the chair and sat down. Her knees cracked. She patted the chair beside her.
'Quickly now My body is a leaking vessel, and we haven't much time before I must take more permanent leave of it.'
I sat, and Newt hopped on the table.
'Dear boy, you're a mess.'
'I am anointed in the blood of your murderers. You have been avenged.'
'Hardly.' Ghastly Edna smiled. Or perhaps the left side of her face twitched without her knowledge. 'Those two were merely the tools of another. But I appreciate the effort just the same. It's the thought that counts.' Her face went blank again for a moment. 'Now the girl and I have matters we must discuss. Things you need not hear. Besides, you're dripping all over my floor. Go outside, and clean yourself up.'
Newt, like I, didn't question Ghastly Edna. He quacked, turned up his bill, and left.
I took Ghastly Edna's hand. She'd always been ice cold to the touch, even alive, and I'd found comfort in that before. But not today
'I should've stayed.'
'Then you would have been killed as well.'
'But they were just brutes ...'
'Brutes or not, a witch was to die here this day That was what had to be.'
'The past yet to be,' I said.
'Close, but no. This was the present that would be, but need not be as it would.'
I didn't understand, and this last bit of confusion weakened my will. I started to cry. Just a few tears. I expected Ghastly Edna to chide me for the display, but she brushed the tears from my cheek. She ended up poking me in the eye too, but this was merely an accidental twitch of her inflexible arm. The jab made me cry harder.
'The time has come, child, for you to strike out on your own, find your own destiny. I know you're scared, but you'll find the world is not so frightening. And you've got a lot going for you. You've a good heart and good sense. This undead business is rather minor really, and you're an accomplished witch. Accomplished enough to overcome your unfortunate physical defects.'
'I don't want to go. I want to stay. Here. With you.'
She laughed. Her bouncing corpse nearly toppled from the chair. 'Unfortunately, I must be leaving soon. And so should you. Things change, dear. Even for the ageless. You can't hide away from the world forever. I know you'll do fine. In fact, I know you'll do me proud.'
She winked. Her eye held shut.
Her voice became a whisper. 'Before I leave, I offer you these three pieces of advice. First, be wary of mortals. They may be small in power, but they are large in number.
'Second, remember that people, human or otherwise, are, with rare exception, basically good at heart. Treat them as you would be treated, and you'll almost never go wrong.
'And thirdly, and this is something you should never forget, feed a troll and you'll never be rid of it.'
She laughed again.
'Almost time. When you leave this place, follow the trail around the lake and through the hills. When you reach a fork in the path, youll have a choice to make. Head east and you 11 take the first step toward truly avenging my death. Or dying horribly yourself. Or possibly both. The magic is not entirely clear on this.
'Head north, on the other hand, and you'll find a life of quiet contentment and simple pleasures. More happiness than most people happen on, but less than you might find to the east. Even with that horrible death possibility On this, the magic is quite clear.
'I wish you well whatever choice you make. Now, give me a hug before I go.'
Years of living with Ghastly Edna left me ill-prepared for this last instruction. Displays of affection were not, strictly speaking, against the witch's code, but she had never been very affectionate. Not in a touching, doting way.
'Come now, child. I don't have all day.'
I wrapped my arms around her ample frame for the first time ever. She was a large, lumpy woman. I'd never realized just how lumpy. She hugged me back with the one limp arm she still had some power over.
'I love you,' I whispered.
It was another first.
'I know, dear. I love you too.'
She shivered as her soul slipped from her flesh. I felt it go. It floated down to the cool embrace of the earth where any good witch's soul went.
I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I held her corpse tight, and even if it was an unwitchly thing to do, I cried for a good long while.
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Newt splashed around ina barrel of fresh rainwater. Though he disliked his waterfowl origins, he was duck enough to enjoy a good bath. I shaded my eyes from the light of day.
He stopped preening his wing long enough to raise his head and ask, 'Well?'
'She's gone.'
'I assumed as much, but what did she say?'
I told him of the path and the choice I must make.
'That's it?'
'No. She also told me to be careful of feeding trolls.'
'That's just common sense.' He briefly dipped his head below the water. 'Anything else?'
'She said she loved me.'
Newt frowned. 'That's it?'
'Yes.'
'Nothing for me?'
I shook my head.
'That's a fine thing.' He jumped from the barrel and shook dry. 'I was her familiar. I'd known her a good many years longer than you. And she breaks witchly protocol by admitting she loves you and doesn't even say a word to me. Not an 'I'll miss you' or 'Thanks for the years of loyal service.''
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'That's quite all right. I'm used to it. Life of a familiar. Always get taken for granted. Still, I'll miss the old bat.'
My eyes followed the trail of blood from the cabin door to the corpses of Ghastly Edna's killers. Newt had finished them off before they'd gotten twenty paces. I was surprised they'd made it that far, given the severed body parts Newt had sliced away. An ear here. A nose there. One forearm had been torn away with enough force to fling it onto the cabin's roof. The bodies were hardly recognizable, hacked and mutilated as they were. I was impressed with how thoroughly Newt had done away with them in such a short time.
'You did an excellent job,' I complimented.
His inner demon flashed a pleased grin, hampered only by his lack of teeth. 'They're the first men Fve killed. I slew a bear once. And a couple of badgers too. Purely for reasons of self-defense, I assure you. These two were a good deal easier. If I'd been here, I could've saved her.'
I didn't contradict him, but I didn't think this true. Something told me Ghastly Edna's death couldn't have been averted. Perhaps it was the magic that told me this. Perhaps the simple logic that my mistress wouldn't have sent Newt and I away if we could have been of some help.
A witch was to die here this day I supposed this meant that if I'd stayed behind, I would've perished. I
