Soul Music - Souls

It wasn't hard to spot the souls of the dead. They were coming off the battlefield arm in arm, friend and hitherto foe alike, laughing and stumbling, straight towards her. Susan dismounted. And concentrated.

'Er,' she said, 'ANYONE HERE BEEN KILLED AND CALLED VOLF?' Behind her, the Death of Rats put its head in its paws. 'Er. HELLO?'

No-one took any notice. The warriors trooped past. They were forming a line on the edge of the battlefield, and appeared to be waiting for something. She didn't have to . . . do . . . all of them. Albert had tried to explain, but a memory had unfolded anyway. She just had to do some, determined by timing or historical importance, and that meant all the others happened; all she had to do was keep the momentum going.

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Soul Music - p67