She takes a little while, and I hiss the hiss of impatience, but at last she answers.
"Yes," I say, dipping my head. I look at the other pale haired woman, the one who has a face, and ask her for a riddle. To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move. "A bridge," I tell her, and nod.
"You've kept your end of the bargain, and so I shall keep mine," I say, with some regret, because I would like to digest what's in my belly. But instead I vomit the woman up into the water, and then I slide away.
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"Yes," I say, dipping my head. I look at the other pale haired woman, the one who has a face, and ask her for a riddle. To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move. "A bridge," I tell her, and nod.
"You've kept your end of the bargain, and so I shall keep mine," I say, with some regret, because I would like to digest what's in my belly. But instead I vomit the woman up into the water, and then I slide away.