Good Omens

Octbr 17, 1889]
 join, there are othere
fyres than mine; when the
wynd blowethe the blos
 soms, reach oute one to
anothere, for the calm
cometh when Redde and
Peas/blossoms? [OFD, 1929, Sept 4]
Whyte and Blacke and
Pale approche to Peas is
Revelations Ch 6 again, I presume.
Our Professioune.
[Dr Thos. Device, 1835]

        Newt read it again. There was a sound outside like a sheet of corrugated iron pinwheeling across the garden, which was exactly what it was.
    "Is this supposed to mean," he said slowly, "that we're supposed to become an, an item? That Agnes, what a joker."
    Courting is always difficult when the one being courted has an elderly female relative in the house; they tend to mutter or cackle or bum cigarettes or, in the worst cases, get out the family photograph album, an act of aggression in the sex war which ought to be banned by a Geneva Convention. It's much worse when the relative has been dead for three hundred years. Newt had indeed been harboring certain thoughts about Anathema; not just harboring them, in fact, but dry.. docking them, refitting them, giving them a good coat of paint and scraping the barnacles off their bottom. But the idea of Agnes's second.. sight boring into the back of his neck sloshed over his libido like a bucketful of cold water.
    He had even been entertaining the idea of inviting her out for a meal, but he hated the idea of some Cromwellian witch sitting in her cottage three centuries earlier and watching him eat.
    He was in the mood in which people burned witches. His life was quite complicated enough without it being manipulated across the centuries by some crazed old woman.
    A thump in the grate sounded like part of the chimney stack coming down.
    And then he thought: my life isn't complicated at all. I can see it as clearly as Agnes might. It stretches all the way to early retirement, a whipround from the people in the office, a bright little neat flat somewhere, a neat little empty death. Except now I'm going to die under the ruins of a cottage during what might just possibly be the end of the world.
    The Recording Angel won't have any trouble with me, my life must have been dittoes on every page for years. I mean, what have I ever really done? I've never robbed a bank. I've never had a parking ticket. I've never eaten Thai food..
    Somewhere another window caved in, with a merry tinkle of breaking glass. Anathema put her arms around him, with a sigh which really didn't sound disappointed at all.
    I've never been to America. Or France, because Calais doesn't really count. I've never learned to play a musical instrument.
    The radio died as the power lines finally gave up.
    He buried his face in her hair.
    I've never..
    * * *

        There was a pinging sound.
    Shadwell, who had been bringing the Army pay books up to date, looked up in the middle of signing for Witchfinder Lance.. Corporal Smith.
    It took him a while to notice that the gleam of Newt's pin was no longer on the map.
    He got down from his stool, muttering under his breath, and searched around on the floor until he found it. He gave it another polish and put it back in Tadfield.
    He was just signing for Witchfinder Private Table, who got an extra tuppence a year hay allowance, when there was another ping.
    He retrieved the pin, glared at it suspiciously, and pushed it so hard into the map that the plaster behind it gave way. Then he went back to the ledgers.
    There was a ping.
    This time the pin was several feet from the wall. Shadwell picked it up, examined its point, pushed it into the map, and watched it.
    After about five seconds it shot past his ear.
    He scrabbled for it on the floor, replaced it on the map, and held it there.
    It moved under his hand. He leaned his weight on it.
    A tiny thread of smoke curled out of the map. Shadwell gave a whimper and sucked his fingers as the red.. hot pin ricocheted off the opposite wall and smashed a window. It didn't want to be in Tadfield.
    Ten seconds later Shadwell was rummaging through the WA's cash box, which yielded a handful of copper, a ten.. shilling note, and a small counterfeit coin from the reign of James I. Regardless of personal safety, he rummaged in his own pockets. The results of the trawl, even with his pensioners' concessionary travel pass taken into consideration, were barely enough to get him out of the house, let alone