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’
Mort
,
’
sniffed
Mort
.
’
Short
for
Mortimer
.
’
’
Well
,
Mort
,
I
expect
you
’
ve
got
an
hourglass
somewhere
about
your
person
,
’
Mort
nodded
vaguely
.
He
reached
down
to
his
belt
and
produced
the
glass
.
The
witch
inspected
it
critically
.
’
Still
a
minute
or
so
,
’
she
said
.
’
We
don
’
t
have
much
time
to
lose
.
Just
give
me
a
moment
to
lock
p
.
’
’
But
you
don
’
t
understand
!
’
Mort
wailed
.
’
I
’
ll
mess
it
all
up
!
I
’
ve
never
done
this
before
!
’
She
patted
his
hand
.
’
Neither
have
I
,
’
she
said
.
’
We
can
learn
together
.
Now
pick
up
the
scythe
and
try
to
act
your
age
,
there
’
s
a
good
boy
.
’
Against
his
protestations
she
shooed
him
out
into
the
snow
and
followed
behind
him
,
pulling
the
door
shut
and
locking
it
with
a
heavy
iron
key
which
she
hung
on
a
nail
by
the
door
.
The
frost
had
tightened
its
grip
on
the
forest
,
squeezing
it
until
the
roots
creaked
.
The
moon
was
setting
,
but
the
sky
was
full
of
hard
white
stars
that
made
the
winter
seem
colder
still
.
Goodie
Hamstring
shivered
.
’
There
’
s
an
old
log
over
there
,
’
she
said
conversationally
.
’
There
’
s
quite
a
good
view
across
the
valley
.
In
the
summertime
,
of
course
.
I
should
like
to
sit
down
.
’
Mort
helped
her
through
the
drifts
and
brushed
as
much
snow
as
possible
off
the
wood
.
They
sat
down
with
the
hourglass
between
them
.
Whatever
the
view
might
have
been
in
the
summer
,
it
now
consisted
of
black
rocks
against
a
sky
from
which
little
flakes
of
snow
were
now
tumbling
.
