"When will the witches stop wandering?" Roman asked her.
The Nightmare Witch was struck dumb for a moment.
She had been asking herself the same question.
So had the other witches.
But they were a forest on the move, never able to grow their own roots.
"Until the end of life." Her voice was soft, not scared to face the answer.
Roman's chest puffed up instantly, as he took in a breath.
Closed his eyes, opened them, spread his hands, started to speak, then stopped, not knowing what to say.
"Is that it?"
Shasta suddenly wasn't sure of his stance—as if Edith were here, she might have been able to glimpse a corner of his heart.
"Yes, that's it."
"Witches! You disappoint me, you have neither program nor plan... Ah, why am I telling you this, looking at you, I thought you'd be smarter."
Shasta blinked.
She did have a face that seemed shrewder and more capable.
