Francisco de Zurbaran Still life

Francisco de Zurbaran Still lifeAlbert Bierstadt The Last of the BuffaloDante Gabriel Rossetti Venus Verticordia
know you're awake," said the voice of Granny Weatherwax. "You could make yourself useful and light a fire. There's damn all wood in these parts."
Esk sat up, and clutched at the juniper bush. She felt light enough to float away.
"Fire?" she muttered.
"Yes. You know. Pointing the finger and whoosh," said Granny sourly. She was sitting on a rock, trying to find a to allow me into the University. A wizard told me, and I dreamed about it, and it was one of those true dreams. You know, like you told me, a maty-thing."
"Metterfor," said Granny calmly.position that didn't upset her arthritis. "I - I don't think I can." "You tell me?" said Granny cryptically. The old witch leaned forward and put her hand on Esk's forehead; it was like being caressed by a sock full of warm dice. "You're running a bit of a temperature," she added. "Too much hot sun and cold ground. That's forn parts for you." Esk let herself slump forward until her head lay in Granny's lap, with its familiar smells of camphor, mixed herbs and a trace of goat. Granny patted her in what she hoped was a soothing way. After a while Esk said, in a low voice, "They're not going