Grey mist coiling up y of escape, so tig even flex under skin,  blink. And noto see but patcid pool.

    t, pain exploding everyoes to brain and back again. t clearing, mobility returning. No more grey patc blurry colors, sloing into focus. A  tered. No, not a  soo young, not the family . . .

    “t like a mouse creeping from a dusty larder.

    “Abhorsen.”

    ted, o rue unconsciousness and sanity-restoring rest.

    , and felt a moment’s panic , t back  fres filtering do must be soon after daed,  dizzy and stupid, till  tall masts all around, the unfinished ship nearby.

    “tered to himself, frowning.

    no tering-ram effect of a severe   certain  been drinking. t teps.

    Rogir  ting image of a pale, concerned face, bloodied and bruised, black  in a fringe under . A deep blue surcoat, he Abhorsen.

    “S t voice, interrupting ering recollection. “S up before thing.”

    t seem to belong to anytill t the nearby ship.

    te cat curally sharp, green-eyed gaze.

    “ are you?” said tiously flickering from side to side, looking for a aining a s, trousers and some under it ohe rock.

    “Don’t be alarmed,” said t. “I’m but a faitainer of t. For t.”

    t  lift it. Memories o o a magnet. t gave  t-creature was.

    “You ,” esting his guess.

    “?” replied Mogget, yawning.

    “Dear me. I can’t recall it.  he name?”

    A good question, t t remember. erms, but   of as e past. o s in pain and anger.

    “Unusual name