Frederic Edwin Church The Icebergs

Frederic Edwin Church The IcebergsFrederic Edwin Church Twilight in the WildernessJulius LeBlanc Stewart At Home
Mhnf?"
Esk thought for a moment. "Are you having a good time?" she said artfully.
"Mnph."
"You said you'd show me some real magic, all in good time," said Esk, "and this is a good time."
"Mnph."
Granny Weatherwax opened her eyes and looked straight up at the sky; it was darker up here, more purple than blue. She thought: why not? She's a quick learner. She knows more herblore than I do. At her age old Gammer Tumult had me Borrowing and Shifting and Sending all the hours of the day. Maybe I'm being too cautious.
"Just a bit?" pleaded Esk.
Granny turned it over in her mind. She couldn't think of any more excuses. I'm surely going to regret this, she told herself, displaying considerable foresight.
"All right," sheblue-hazed patch of forest. Its mind was currently at ease. It would do nicely.
She Called it gently, and it began to circle towards them.
"The first thing to remember about Borrowing is said shortly. "Real magic?" said Esk. "Not more herbs or headology?" "Real magic, as you call it, yes." "A spell?" "No. A Borrowing." Esk's face was a picture of expectation. She looked more alive, it seemed to Granny, than she had ever been before. Granny looked over the valleys stretching out before them until she found what she was after. A grey eagle was circling lazily over a distant that you must be comfortable and somewhere safe," she said, smoothing out the grass behind her. "Bed's best."
"But what is Borrowing?"