Weatherwax - tonic 2

Behind them Cutwell burst out of his doorway, accelerating down the frosty street with his robes
flying out behind him.

Now the horse was cantering, widening the distance between its hooves and the cobbles. With a
swish of its tail it cleared the housetops and floated up into the chilly sky.

Cutwell ignored it. He had more pressing things on his mind. He took a flying leap and landed
full length in the freezing waters of the horsetrough, lying back gratefully among the bobbing ice
splinters. After a while the water began to steam.

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Mort p56