Aslan shook his head, then turned to face the water again to have an excuse not to strain his neck.

“Just leave the things they tell you to leave, and pull the rest.”

Assuming they stuck this fellow on the same hard to botch tasks they put him on.

“Time for you to get a watch,” Aslan said … then reached into his right back pocket.

He pulled out a pocket watch. It was a little rusty, and smelled very faintly of copper, though the make looked cheaper than that. Sliding the clasp off his waistband, he held it out to him.

Too many dead men’s watches in his possession, after all.