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At
the
opposite
end
of
the
hall
,
Richard
noticed
,
with
the
dispassionate
clarity
that
comes
when
a
lunatic
is
about
to
slit
your
throat
with
a
piece
of
broken
glass
,
people
were
throwing
themselves
to
the
ground
,
bowing
low
,
and
remaining
on
the
floor
.
A
small
black
shape
was
coming
toward
them
along
the
ground
.
"
I
think
a
moment
’
s
reflection
might
prove
that
we
’
re
all
being
very
silly
,
"
said
Richard
.
He
had
no
idea
what
the
words
meant
,
just
that
they
were
coming
out
of
his
mouth
,
and
that
as
long
as
he
was
talking
,
he
was
not
dead
.
"
Now
,
why
don
’
t
you
put
that
away
,
and
—
excuse
me
,
that
’
s
my
bag
,
"
this
last
to
a
thin
,
bedraggled
girl
in
her
late
teens
who
had
taken
Richard
’
s
bag
and
was
roughly
tipping
his
possessions
out
onto
the
ground
.
The
people
in
the
hall
continued
to
bow
,
and
to
stay
bowed
,
as
the
small
shape
came
closer
.
It
reached
the
group
of
people
around
Richard
,
although
not
a
one
of
them
noticed
it
.
They
were
all
looking
at
Richard
.
It
was
a
rat
,
which
looked
up
at
Richard
,
curiously
.
He
had
the
bizarre
and
momentary
impression
that
it
winked
one
of
its
little
black
oildrop
eyes
at
him
.
Then
it
cluttered
,
loudly
.
The
man
with
the
glass
dagger
threw
himself
on
his
knees
.
So
did
the
people
gathered
around
them
.
So
,
too
,
after
a
moment
’
s
hesitation
,
and
a
little
more
awkwardly
,
did
the
homeless
man
,
the
one
they
had
called
Iliaster
.
In
a
moment
,
Richard
was
the
only
one
standing
.
The
thin
girl
tugged
at
his
elbow
,
and
he
,
too
,
went
down
on
one
knee
.
Lord
Rat
-
speaker
bowed
so
low
that
his
long
hair
brushed
the
ground
,
and
he
chittered
back
at
the
rat
,
wrinkling
his
nose
,
showing
his
teeth
,
squeaking
and
hissing
,
for
all
the
world
like
an
enormous
rat
himself
.
"
Look
,
can
anybody
tell
me
.
.
.
"
muttered
Richard
.
"
Quiet
!
"
said
the
thin
girl
.
The
rat
stepped
—
a
little
disdainfully
,
it
seemed
—
into
the
Lord
Rat
-
speaker
’
s
grubby
hand
,
and
the
man
held
it
,
respectfully
,
up
in
front
of
Richard
’
s
face
.
It
waved
its
tail
languidly
as
it
inspected
Richard
’
s
features
.
"
This
is
Master
Longtail
,
of
the
clan
Gray
,
"
said
the
Lord
Rat
-
speaker
.
"
He
says
you
looks
exceeding
familiar
.
He
wants
to
know
if
he
’
s
met
you
afore
.
"
Richard
looked
at
the
rat
.
The
rat
looked
at
Richard
.
"
I
suppose
it
’
s
possible
,
"
he
admitted
.
"
He
says
he
was
discharging
an
obligation
to
the
marquis
de
Carabas
.
"
