“I suppose my soul was in there, somewhere,” I said. “Can’t say I felt it return. Mind you, I didn’t feel it go in the first place.”
“I don’t think they ever really had it, or your parents’,” said Molly. “They just had a claim. All sorts have had a claim on my soul, for years.”
I looked at her thoughtfully. “I’m going to have to do something about that. . . .”
“Sufficient unto the day are the trials thereof,” said Molly. “Let’s go home.”
“You’ve seen me as Eddie,” I said. “And as Shaman. So, who do you prefer?”
Molly kissed me unhurriedly. “I love you, you idiot. We’re all . . . just who we have to be. Now, how are we getting home?”
“I arranged for someone to give us a lift,” I said.
There was the sound of pounding hooves on the night, drawing near, and then a loud neigh. I looked around, with Molly, and there was the White Horse, shining in the night. Ready to take us home. It’s good to have friends.