Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys

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Granny stiffened, and looked at the fireback. It was a rather nice one Smith had cast for her, years ago, with an owl-and-bat motif. Currently, though, she wasn't interested in the design.
"Oh yes?" she said, her voice dead-level. "You know of a better way, do you?"
"You could magic it alight."
Granny paid great attention to arranging bits of twig on the reluctant flames.
"How no mind, it wasn't alive, and they were two of the three reasons.
"You could light it much better."
"If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing badly," said Granny, fleeing into aphorismswould I do that, pray?" she said, apparently addressing her remarks to the fireback. "Er," said Esk, "I . . . I can't remember. But you must know anyway, don't you? Everyone knows you can do magic." "There's magic," said Granny, "and then again, there's magic. The important thing, my girl, is to know what magic is for and what it isn't for. And you can take it from me, it was never intended for lighting fires, you can be absolutely certain of that. If the Creator had meant us to use magic for lighting fires, then he wouldn't have given us - er, matches." "But could you light a fire with magic?" said Esk, as Granny slung an ancient black kettle on its hook. "I mean, if you wanted to. If it was allowed." "Maybe," said Granny, who couldn't: fire had