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The
wolf
howled
again
,
so
near
that
Mort
looked
around
apprehensively
.
Another
one
across
the
valley
answered
it
.
The
chorus
was
picked
up
by
a
couple
of
others
in
the
depths
of
the
forest
.
Mort
had
never
heard
anything
so
mournful
.
He
glanced
sideways
at
the
still
figure
of
Goodie
Hamstring
and
then
,
with
mounting
panic
,
at
the
hourglass
.
He
sprang
to
his
feet
,
snatched
up
the
scythe
,
and
brought
it
around
in
a
two
-
handed
swing
.
The
witch
stood
up
,
leaving
her
body
behind
.
’
Well
done
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
thought
you
’
d
missed
it
,
for
a
minute
,
there
.
’
Mort
leaned
against
a
tree
,
panting
heavily
,
and
watched
Goodie
walk
around
the
log
to
look
at
herself
.
’
Hmm
,
’
she
said
critically
.
Time
has
got
a
lot
to
answer
for
.
’
She
raised
her
hand
and
laughed
to
see
the
stars
through
it
.
Then
she
changed
.
Mort
had
seen
this
happen
before
,
when
the
soul
realised
it
was
no
longer
bound
by
the
body
’
s
morphic
field
,
but
never
under
such
control
.
Her
hair
unwound
itself
from
its
tight
bun
,
changing
colour
and
lengthening
.
Her
body
straightened
up
.
Wrinkles
dwindled
and
vanished
.
Her
grey
woollen
dress
moved
like
the
surface
of
the
sea
and
ended
up
tracing
entirely
different
and
disturbing
contours
.
She
looked
down
,
giggled
,
and
changed
the
dress
into
something
leaf
-
green
and
clingy
.
’
What
do
you
think
,
Mort
?
’
she
said
.
Her
voice
had
sounded
cracked
and
quavery
before
.
Now
it
suggested
musk
and
maple
syrup
and
other
things
that
set
Mort
’
s
adam
’
s
apple
bobbing
like
a
rubber
ball
on
an
elastic
band
.
’
.
.
.
’
he
managed
,
and
gripped
the
scythe
until
his
knuckles
went
white
.
