thekittygritty:There was a scratching at the door. He let Gaspode in. The little dog slunk under the

thekittygritty:

There was a scratching at the door. He let Gaspode in. The little dog slunk under the table, saying nothing.

Then Carrot went up to his room, sat in his chair and looked out the window.

The afternoon wore on. The rain stopped around teatime.

Presently, the moon rose.

The door opened. Angua entered, walking softly.

Carrot turned, and smiled.

‘I wasn’t certain,’ he said. ‘But I thought, well, isn’t it only silver that kills them? I just had to hope.’