Edward Hopper Morning in a City

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The child gurgled in its sleep. Granny Weatherwax didn't hold with looking at the future, but now she could feel the future looking at her.
She didn't like its expression at all.
King Verence was looking at the past, and had formed pretty much the same view.
'You can see me?' he said.
'Oh, yes. Quite clearly, in fact,' said the newcomer.
Verence's brows knotted. Being a ghost seemed to require considerably more mental effort than being alive; he'd managed quite well for forty years without having to think more than once or twice a day, and now he was doing it all me time.
'Ah,' he said. 'You're a ghost, too.'
'Well 'A thousand years!'
'I built this place, in fact. Just got it nicely decorated when my nephew cut my head off while I was asleep. I can't tell you how much that upset me.'
'But . . . a thousand years . . .' Verence repeated, weakly.spotted.''It was the head under your arm,' said Verence, pleased with himself. 'That gave me a clue.''Does it bother you? I can put it back on if it bothers you,' said the old ghost helpfully. He extended his free hand. 'Pleased to meet you. I'm Champot, King of Lancre.''Verence. Likewise.' He peered down at the old king's features and added, 'Don't seem to recall seeing your picture in the Long Gallery . . .''Oh, all that was after my time,' said Champot dismissively.'How long have you been here, then?'Champot reached down and rubbed his nose. 'About a thousand years,' he said, his voice tinged with pride. 'Man and ghost.'