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He
wasn
’
t
forcing
Binky
at
the
moment
,
knowing
the
miles
that
lay
ahead
,
and
the
big
white
horse
was
currently
running
at
an
easy
gallop
out
over
the
ocean
.
Ysabell
looked
down
at
roaring
green
waves
topped
with
white
foam
,
and
clung
tighter
to
Mort
.
Mort
peered
ahead
at
the
cloudbank
that
marked
the
distant
continent
and
resisted
the
urge
to
hurry
Binky
along
with
the
flat
of
his
sword
.
He
’
d
never
struck
the
horse
and
wasn
’
t
at
all
confident
about
what
would
happen
if
he
did
.
All
he
could
do
was
wait
.
A
hand
appeared
under
his
arm
,
holding
a
sandwich
.
’
There
’
s
ham
or
cheese
and
chutney
,
’
she
said
.
’
You
might
as
well
eat
,
there
’
s
nothing
else
to
do
.
’
Mort
looked
down
at
the
soggy
triangle
and
tried
to
remember
when
he
last
had
a
meal
.
Some
time
beyond
the
reach
of
a
clock
,
anyway
–
he
’
d
need
a
calendar
to
calculate
it
.
He
took
the
sandwich
.
’
Thanks
,
’
he
said
,
as
graciously
as
he
could
manage
.
The
tiny
sun
rolled
down
towards
the
horizon
,
towing
its
lazy
daylight
behind
it
.
The
clouds
ahead
grew
,
and
became
outlined
in
pink
and
orange
.
After
a
while
he
could
make
out
the
darker
blur
of
land
below
them
,
with
here
and
there
the
lights
of
a
city
.
Half
an
hour
later
he
was
sure
he
could
see
individual
buildings
.
Agatean
architecture
inclined
towards
squat
pyramids
.
Binky
lost
height
until
his
hooves
were
barely
a
few
feet
above
the
sea
.
Mort
examined
the
hourglass
again
,
and
gently
tugged
on
the
reins
to
direct
the
horse
towards
a
seaport
a
little
Rimwards
of
their
present
course
.
