Cao Yong TWILIGHT BY THE FOUNTAIN

Cao Yong TWILIGHT BY THE FOUNTAINCao Yong TRANSAMERICA PYRAMIDCao Yong THE VISION BEYOND
you want to bet the rest of your life? Isn’t this what you wanted anyway? Isn’t it what you came here hoping for? Really?
Verence was looking at her with some concern.
“Is it the witching?” he said. “You don’t have to give that up entirely, of course. I’ve got a great respect for witches.
And you can be a witch queen, although I think that means
you have to wear rather revealing clothes and keep cats and
20“Good. That’s all sorted out, then. I think that just about covers everything, don’t you?”
“Um—“
Verence rubbed his hands together.
“We’re doing some marvellous things with legumes,” he said, as if he hadn’t just completely rearranged Magrat’s life without consulting her. “Beans, peas . . . you know. Nitrogen fixers. And marl and lime, LOR08 ft^O LfiDIEQgive people poisoned apples. I read that somewhere. The witching’s a problem, is it?”“No,” Magrat mumbled, “it’s not that... um ... did you mention a crown?”“You’ve got to have a crown,” said Verence. “Queens do.I looked it up.”Her brain cut in again. Queen Magrat, it suggested. It held up the mirror of the imagination . . .“You’re not upset, are you?” said Verence.“What? Oh. No. Me? No.”