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Beyond
the
garden
wall
the
ground
dropped
towards
a
deep
valley
and
then
rose
into
dark
moorland
that
marched
all
the
way
to
distant
mountains
,
jagged
as
cats
’
teeth
.
’
Yeah
,
’
said
Albert
.
’
Mind
what
you
’
re
doing
with
that
watering
can
.
’
’
What
was
here
before
?
’
’
I
dunno
,
’
said
Albert
,
starting
a
fresh
row
.
’
Firmament
,
I
suppose
.
That
’
s
the
fancy
name
for
raw
nothing
.
It
’
s
not
a
very
good
job
of
work
,
to
tell
the
truth
.
I
mean
,
the
garden
’
s
okay
,
but
the
mountains
are
downright
shoddy
.
They
’
re
all
fuzzy
when
you
get
up
close
.
I
went
and
had
a
look
once
.
’
Mort
squinted
hard
at
the
trees
nearest
him
.
They
seemed
commendably
solid
.
’
What
’
d
he
do
it
all
for
?
’
he
said
.
Albert
grunted
.
’
Do
you
know
what
happens
to
lads
who
ask
too
many
questions
?
’
Mort
thought
for
a
moment
.
’
No
,
’
he
said
eventually
,
’
what
?
’
There
was
silence
.
