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They
feemed
in
a
bit
of
a
hurry
,
if
you
ask
me
.
’
Mort
was
already
up
on
Binky
’
s
back
.
’
I
fay
!
’
shouted
the
knocker
at
his
retreating
back
.
’
I
fay
!
Could
you
unftick
me
,
boy
?
’
Mort
tugged
on
Binky
’
s
reins
so
hard
that
the
horse
reared
and
danced
crazily
backwards
across
the
cobbles
,
then
reached
out
and
grabbed
the
ring
of
the
knocker
.
The
gargoyle
looked
up
into
his
face
and
suddenly
felt
like
a
very
frightened
doorknocker
indeed
.
Mort
’
s
eyes
glowed
like
crucibles
,
his
expression
was
a
furnace
,
his
voice
held
enough
heat
to
melt
iron
.
It
didn
’
t
know
what
he
could
do
,
but
felt
that
it
would
prefer
not
to
find
out
.
’
What
did
you
call
me
?
’
Mort
hissed
.
The
doorknocker
thought
quickly
.
’
Fir
?
’
it
said
.
’
What
did
you
ask
me
to
do
?
’
’
Unftick
me
?
’
’
I
don
’
t
intend
to
.
’
’
Fine
,
’
said
the
doorknocker
,
’
fine
.
That
’
s
okay
by
me
.
I
’
ll
just
ftick
around
,
then
.
’
