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They
sped
under
the
moonlight
as
silent
as
a
shadow
,
visible
only
to
cats
and
people
who
dabbled
in
things
men
were
not
meant
to
wot
of
.
Mort
couldn
’
t
remember
afterwards
,
but
very
probably
he
laughed
.
Soon
the
frosty
plains
gave
way
to
the
broken
lands
around
the
mountains
,
and
then
the
marching
ranks
of
the
Ramtops
themselves
raced
across
the
world
towards
them
.
Binky
put
his
head
down
and
opened
his
stride
,
aiming
for
a
pass
between
two
mountains
as
sharp
as
goblins
’
teeth
in
the
silver
light
.
Somewhere
a
wolf
howled
.
Mort
took
another
look
at
the
hourglass
.
Its
frame
was
carved
with
oak
leaves
and
mandrake
roots
,
and
the
sand
inside
,
even
by
moonlight
,
was
pale
gold
.
By
turning
the
glass
this
way
and
that
,
he
could
just
make
out
the
name
’
Ammeline
Hamstring
’
etched
in
the
faintest
of
lines
.
Binky
slowed
to
a
canter
.
Mort
looked
down
at
the
roof
of
a
forest
,
dusted
with
snow
that
was
either
early
or
very
,
very
late
;
it
could
have
been
either
,
because
the
Ramtops
hoarded
their
weather
and
doled
it
out
with
no
real
reference
to
the
time
of
year
.
A
gap
opened
up
beneath
them
.
Binky
slowed
again
,
wheeled
around
and
descended
towards
a
clearing
that
was
white
with
drifted
snow
.
It
was
circular
,
with
a
tiny
cottage
in
the
exact
middle
.
If
the
ground
around
it
hadn
’
t
been
covered
in
snow
,
Mort
would
have
noticed
that
there
were
no
tree
stumps
to
be
seen
;
the
trees
hadn
’
t
been
cut
down
in
the
circle
,
they
’
d
simply
been
discouraged
from
growing
there
.
Or
had
moved
away
.
Candlelight
spilled
from
one
downstairs
window
,
making
a
pale
orange
pool
on
the
snow
.
Binky
touched
down
smoothly
and
trotted
across
the
freezing
crust
without
sinking
.
He
left
no
hoofprints
,
of
course
.
Mort
dismounted
and
walked
towards
the
door
,
muttering
to
himself
and
making
experimental
sweeps
with
the
scythe
.
The
cottage
roof
had
been
built
with
wide
eaves
,
to
shed
snow
and
cover
the
logpile
.
No
dweller
in
the
high
Ramtops
would
dream
of
starting
a
winter
without
a
logpile
on
three
sides
of
the
house
.
But
there
wasn
’
t
a
logpile
here
,
even
though
spring
was
still
a
long
way
off
.
