"I'm a ghost," Gawain repeated. "Here, I'll demonstrate."
He extended his hand. Norton clasped it, expecting a crushing grip -- and encountered air. He touched Gawain's arm, and his hand passed through without resistance, disappearing into the man's body.
"You certainly are," he agreed ruefully. "You look so solid --"
"Do I?" Gawain asked, becoming transluscent.
Norton shook his head. "I never met a real, live -- uh --"
"Real, at any rate." Gawain laughed, firming up to solid semblance again. "Norton, I like you. I'd have enjoyed your company when I was alive. I think I have a favor to ask of you."
"I'll do any man a favor. But I don't think there's much --"
"I need an heir," the ghost said. "The dragon cut me off before I could take care of that myself. So I want you to take me a wife and get me a son." |
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