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’
What
are
you
doing
up
,
then
?
’
he
said
.
’
Um
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
’
um
,
I
just
thought
I
’
d
see
if
there
was
anything
in
the
pantry
.
’
He
shrugged
.
Now
is
the
time
to
report
that
Cutwell
too
notices
that
Mort
,
even
a
Mort
weary
with
riding
and
lack
of
sleep
,
is
somehow
glowing
from
within
and
in
some
strange
way
unconnected
with
size
is
nevertheless
larger
than
life
.
The
difference
is
that
Cutwell
is
,
by
training
,
a
better
guesser
than
other
people
and
knows
that
in
occult
matters
the
obvious
answer
is
usually
the
wrong
one
.
Mort
can
move
absentmindedly
through
walls
and
drink
neat
widowmaker
soberly
not
because
he
is
turning
into
a
ghost
,
but
because
he
is
becoming
dangerously
real
.
In
fact
,
as
the
boy
stumbles
while
they
walk
along
the
silent
corridors
and
steps
through
a
marble
pillar
without
noticing
,
it
’
s
obvious
that
the
world
is
becoming
a
pretty
insubstantial
place
from
his
point
of
view
.
’
You
just
walked
through
a
marble
pillar
,
’
observed
Cutwell
.
’
How
did
you
do
it
?
’
’
Did
I
?
’
Mort
looked
around
.
The
pillar
looked
sound
enough
.
He
poked
an
arm
towards
it
,
and
slightly
bruised
his
elbow
.
’
I
could
have
sworn
you
did
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
Wizards
notice
these
things
,
you
know
.
’
He
reached
into
the
pocket
of
his
robe
.
Then
have
you
noticed
the
mist
dome
around
the
country
?
’
said
Mort
.
