“Clever bird, clever man, clever clever fool,”said Patchface, jangling. “Oh, clever clever clever fool.”He began to sing. “The shadows come to dance, my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord,”he sang, hopping from one foot to the other and back again. “The shadows come to stay, my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord.”He jerked his head with each word, the bells in his antlers sending up a clangor.”
