Leonardo da Vinci Leda

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scythe if you did that. It’d just be, well . . . bits. Certainly, you could make a scythe out of them, but you could probably do that with the dust and ashes if you knew how to do it. Ned Simnel was quite pleased with this line of argument. And, after all. Bill Door hadn’t even asked for proof that the thing had been. er, killed.
He took sight carefully and then used the scythe to chop the end off the anvil. Uncanny. Total sharpness.
He gave in. It . It didn’t seem very pleased to see him.
‘Squeak? Squeak?’
SQUEAK. the Death of Rats explained.
‘Squeak?’
SQUEAK, the Death of Rats confirmed.
‘[Preen whiskers] [twitch nose]?’was unfair. You couldn’t ask someone like him to destroy something like this. It was a work of art.It was better than that. It was a work of craft.He walked across the room to a stack of timber and thrust the scythe well out of the way behind the heap. There was a brief, punctured squeak. Anyway, it would be all right. He’d give Bill his farthing back in the morning.The Death of Rats materialised behind the heap in the forge, and trudged to the sad little heap of fur that had been a rat that got in the way of the scythe.Its ghost was standing beside it, looking apprehensive