If there is Magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
Like the herd animals we are, we sniff warily at the strange one among us.
The skull lay tilted in such a manner that it stared, sightless, up at me as though I, too, were already caught a few feet above him in the strata and, in my turn, were staring upward at that strip of sky which the ages were carrying farther away from me.