Oats’s gaze went out across the haze, and the forests, and the purple mountains. “Everywhere I look I see something holy.” For the first time since he’d met her, he saw Granny Weatherwax smile properly. Normally her mouth went up at the corners just before something unpleasant was going to happen to someone who deserved it, but this time she appeared to be pleased with what she’d heard. “That’s a start, then,” she said.
