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The
guards
on
the
other
side
were
rigid
with
fear
,
because
they
thought
they
had
seen
a
ghost
.
They
would
have
been
far
more
frightened
if
they
had
known
that
a
ghost
was
almost
exactly
what
they
hadn
’
t
seen
.
The
guard
outside
the
doors
of
the
great
hall
had
seen
it
happen
too
,
but
he
had
time
to
gather
his
wits
,
or
such
that
remained
,
and
raise
his
spear
as
Binky
trotted
across
the
courtyard
.
’
Halt
,
’
he
croaked
.
’
Halt
.
What
goes
where
?
’
Mort
saw
him
for
the
first
time
.
’
What
?
’
he
said
,
still
lost
in
thought
.
The
guard
ran
his
tongue
over
his
dry
lips
,
and
backed
away
.
Mort
slid
off
Binky
’
s
back
and
walked
forward
.
’
I
meant
,
what
goes
there
?
’
the
guard
tried
again
,
with
a
mixture
of
doggedness
and
suicidal
stupidity
that
marked
him
for
early
promotion
.
Mort
caught
the
spear
gently
and
lifted
it
out
of
the
way
of
the
door
.
As
he
did
so
the
torchlight
illuminated
his
face
.
’
Mort
,
’
he
said
softly
.
