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Yes."
"Not meat all?"
Granny thought for a while. She always had to pause when conversations with Esk led her beyond the reaches of a decent person's vocabulary.
"No," she said at last, "not in the way you mean. Just an eagle with maybe some strange dreams sometimes. Like when you dream you're flying, perhaps it would remember walking and talking."
"Urgh."
"But it's all over now," said Granny, treating her to a thin smile. "You're your true self again and the eagle has got its mind back. It's sitting in the big beech by the privy; I should like you to put out some food for it."
Esk sat back on her heels, staring at a point past Granny's head.
"There "Mmph? Yes? Oh." Granny shook herself. "Yes. I see. Now I would like you to go downstairs and get the bacon that is in the pantry and put it out for the bird, do you understand? It would be a good idea to thank it, too. You never know."
When Esk returned Granny was buttering bread. She pulled her stool up to the table, but the old woman waved the breadknife at her.were some strange things," she said conversationally. Granny spun around. "I meant, in a sort of dream I saw things," said Esk. The old woman's shock was so visible that she hesitated, frightened that she had said something wrong. "What kind of things?" said Granny flatly. "Sort of big creatures, all sorts of shapes. Just sitting around." "Was it dark? I mean, these Things, were they in the dark?" "There were stars, I think. Granny?" Granny Weatherwax was staring at the wall. "Granny?" Esk repeated.