Thomas Kinkade Beyond Summer Gate

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The man raised his sword. Lightning speared down again and split a stone a few yards away, filling the air with smoke and the stink of burnt silicon.
'Missed,' he said smugly, and Granny saw his muscles tense as he prepared to bring the sword down.
A look of extreme puzzlement crossed his face. He tilted his head sideways and opened his mouth, as if trying to come to terms with a new idea. His sword dropped out of his hand and landed point downwards in the peat. Then he gave a sigh and folded up, very gently, collapsing in a heap at Granny's feet.
She gave fact. Run off, man. Run off to sea where there are no tracks. You will have a long and successful life, I promise.' She looked thoughtful for a moment, and added, 'At least, longer than it's likely to be if you hang around here.'
He pulled himself upward, gave her a look compounded of gratitude and awe, and ran off into him a gentle prod with her toe. 'Perhaps you weren't aware of what I was aiming at,' she whispered. 'Mother of the night, indeed!'The soldier who had tried to restrain the man stared in horror at the bloody dagger in his hand, and backed away.'I-I-I couldn't let. He shouldn't of. It's – it's not right to,' he stuttered.'Are you from around these parts, young man?' said Granny.He dropped to his knees. 'Mad Wolf, ma'am,' he said. He stared back at the fallen captain. 'They'll kill me now!' he wailed.'But you did what you thought was right,' said Granny.'I didn't become a soldier for this. Not to go round killing people.''Exactly right. If I was you, I'd become a sailor,' said Granny thoughtfully. 'Yes, a nautical career. I should start as soon as possible. Now, in