Narnijos rainis

Previously

…Mikutis leaped. He felt the shadow brush his tail, cold and empty. Then he tumbled through the gate and landed on soft hay. He was in the barn. Bobutė was there, her amber eyes wide. The black sphere was nowhere in sight. But outside, the sky was dark, and a low growl shook the rafters. “Mikutis,” Bobutė said, her voice trembling. “The watcher has taken the star path. It is coming here.” He looked out the barn door. On the eastern hill, a single red light pulsed—the watcher’s eye, watching, waiting. And the gate behind him closed with a snap.