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Weird
shapes
coruscated
across
it
,
flowing
and
shifting
and
disappearing
.
After
some
searching
he
found
a
stick
and
poked
it
cautiously
into
the
wall
.
It
made
strange
ripples
that
wobbled
slowly
out
of
sight
.
Mort
looked
up
as
a
shape
drifted
overhead
.
It
was
a
black
owl
,
patrollng
the
ditches
for
anything
small
and
squeaky
.
It
hit
the
wall
with
a
splash
of
sparkling
mist
,
leaving
an
owl
-
shaped
ripple
that
grew
and
spread
until
it
joined
the
boiling
kaleidoscope
.
Then
it
vanished
.
Mort
could
see
through
the
transparent
interface
,
and
certainly
no
owl
reappeared
on
the
other
side
.
Just
as
he
was
puzzling
over
this
there
was
another
soundless
splash
a
few
feet
away
and
the
bird
burst
into
view
again
,
totally
unconcerned
,
and
skimmed
away
across
the
fields
.
Mort
pulled
himself
together
,
and
stepped
through
the
barrier
which
was
no
barrier
at
all
.
It
tingled
.
A
moment
later
Binky
burst
through
after
him
,
eyes
rolling
in
desperation
and
tendrils
of
interface
catching
on
his
hooves
.
He
reared
up
,
shaking
his
mane
like
a
dog
to
remove
clinging
fibres
of
mist
,
and
looked
at
Mort
beseechingly
.
Mort
caught
his
bridle
,
patted
him
on
the
nose
,
and
fumbled
in
his
pocket
for
a
rather
grubby
sugar
lump
.
He
was
aware
that
he
was
in
the
presence
of
something
important
,
but
he
wasn
’
t
yet
quite
sure
what
it
was
.
There
was
a
road
running
between
an
avenue
of
damp
and
gloomy
willow
trees
.
Mort
remounted
and
steered
Binky
across
the
field
into
the
dripping
darkness
under
the
branches
.
In
the
distance
he
could
see
the
lights
of
Sto
Helit
,
which
really
wasn
’
t
much
more
than
a
small
town
,
and
a
faint
glow
on
the
edge
of
sight
must
be
Sto
Lat
.
He
looked
at
it
longingly
.
