Georges Seurat Le Chahut

Georges Seurat Le ChahutWilliam Blake NebuchadnezzarWilliam Blake Jacob's Ladder
wasn't about to let temporary prosperity dislodge her: "Are you getting enough to eat?"
"Yes," said Esk. "Granny, about this wizard magic, it's all words -"
"Always said it was," said Granny.
"No, I mean -" Esk began, but Granny waved a hand irritably.
"Can't be bothered with this at the moment," she said. "I've got some big orders to fill by tonight, if it goes on like this I'm lined with red. A dark, winy red, but red nevertheless. On Granny, who had never been known to wear any visible clothing that was other than a serviceable black, it was quite shocking.
"The library?" said Mrs Whitlow. "Aye don't think anyone cleans the library!" She looked genuinely puzzled.
"Why?" said Esk, "Doesn't it get dusty?"
"Well," said Mrs Whitlow. She thought for a while. "Aye suppose it going to have to train someone up. Can't you come and see me when you get an afternoon off, or whatever it is they give you?" "Train someone up?" said Esk, horrified. "You mean as a witch?" "No," said Granny. "I mean, perhaps." "But what about me?" "Well, you're going your own way," said Granny. "Wherever that is." "Mmph," said Esk. Granny stared at her. "I'll be off, then," she said at last. She turned and strode off towards the kitchen entrance. As she did so her cloak swirled out, and Esk saw that it was now