Raphael Saint George and the Dragon

Raphael Saint George and the DragonGeorge Frederick Watts Sir GalahadGeorge Frederick Watts Love And Life
Death dismounted and helped Miss Flitworth down.
They walked over the snow to a frozen muddy track that hugged the mountain side.
‘Why are we here?’ said the spirit of Miss Flitworth.
I DO NOT SPECULATE ON COSMIC MATTERS.
‘I mean here on this mountain. Here on this geography,’ said Miss Flitworth patiently.
THAT IS NOT GEOGRAPHY.
‘What is it, Death adjusted Binky’s bridle, and mounted up. He paused for a moment to watch the two figures by the avalanche.
They had faded almost to invisibility, their voices no more than textured air.
‘All he said was “WHEREVER YOU GO, YOU GO TOGETHER.” I said wherethen?’HISTORY.They rounded a bend in the track. There was a pony there, eating a bush, with a pack on its back. The track ended in a wall of suspiciously clean snow.Death removed a lifetimer from the recesses of his robe.Now, he said, and stepped into the snow.She watched it for a moment, wondering if she could have done that too. Solidity was an awfully hard habit to give up.And then she didn’t have to.Someone came out.