Мор - ученик смерти

           Weirdshapescoruscatedacrossit,flowingandshiftinganddisappearing.

           Aftersomesearchinghefoundastickandpokeditcautiouslyintothewall.Itmadestrangeripplesthatwobbledslowlyoutofsight.

           Mortlookedupasashapedriftedoverhead.Itwasablackowl,patrollngtheditchesforanythingsmallandsqueaky.

           Ithitthewallwithasplashofsparklingmist,leavinganowl-shapedripplethatgrewandspreaduntilitjoinedtheboilingkaleidoscope.

           Thenitvanished.Mortcouldseethroughthetransparentinterface,andcertainlynoowlreappearedontheotherside.Justashewaspuzzlingoverthistherewasanothersoundlesssplashafewfeetawayandthebirdburstintoviewagain,totallyunconcerned,andskimmedawayacrossthefields.

           Mortpulledhimselftogether,andsteppedthroughthebarrierwhichwasnobarrieratall.Ittingled.

           AmomentlaterBinkyburstthroughafterhim,eyesrollingindesperationandtendrilsofinterfacecatchingonhishooves.Herearedup,shakinghismanelikeadogtoremoveclingingfibresofmist,andlookedatMortbeseechingly.

           Mortcaughthisbridle,pattedhimonthenose,andfumbledinhispocketforarathergrubbysugarlump.Hewasawarethathewasinthepresenceofsomethingimportant,buthewasn’tyetquitesurewhatitwas.

           Therewasaroadrunningbetweenanavenueofdampandgloomywillowtrees.MortremountedandsteeredBinkyacrossthefieldintothedrippingdarknessunderthebranches.