Death - Blade

And there was the grass, too.

The hay meadow was high on the hill behind the farm, overlooking the cornfield. She watched him for a while.

It was the most interesting technique she had ever witnessed. She wouldn't even have thought that it was technically possible.

Eventually she said: "It's good. You've got the swing and everything."

THANK YOU, MISS FLITWORTH.

"But why one blade of grass at a time?"

Bill Door regarded the neat row of stalks for some while.

THERE IS ANOTHER WAY?

"You can do lots in one go, you know."

NO. NO. ONE BLADE AT A TIME. ONE TIME, ONE BLADE.

"You won't cut many that way," said Miss Flitworth.

EVERY LAST ONE, MISS FLITWORTH.

"Yes?"

TRUST ME ON THIS.

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Reaper Man p107-108