Ursus of Ultima Thule
“It had to concentrate on three things and the first and greatest of these was to make good his escape. For the moment he did indeed seem to be free — at least he could hear no sound of pursuit, and, now he had paused, could see none either. He had hidden himself in a thicket to do his necessity. Partly, this was automatic, for the commonmost ingredient of maleficent witchery was anything which had come from the body: what one could not burn, one buried; therefore all such doings as combing the hair or cutting the nails or easing oneself were done alone and unseen. And, his being in the bush was further pragmatic, it would enable him to see others before they could see him. His eyes peered about through the leafy screening, but the only sounds he could hear were birdsounds and the only moving thing he saw was a crow flapping its way above. Nine generations lives the crow was an old wiseword. Nine. Nine … What else was nine … a babe was nine, no, ten moons … but … ah! Nine days lasts th...e shuddering bear.MoreLess
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