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’
You
don
’
t
know
how
long
I
’
ve
been
looking
forward
to
that
,
’
he
said
.
There
was
a
village
in
a
lower
valley
a
few
miles
from
the
temple
,
which
acted
as
a
sort
of
service
industry
.
From
the
air
it
was
a
random
scattering
of
small
but
extremely
well
-
soundproofed
huts
.
’
Anywhere
will
do
,
’
the
abbot
said
.
Mort
left
him
standing
a
few
feet
above
the
snow
at
a
point
where
the
huts
appeared
to
be
thickest
.
’
Hope
the
next
lifetime
improves
,
’
he
said
.
The
abbot
shrugged
.
’
One
can
always
hope
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
get
a
nine
-
month
break
,
anyway
.
The
scenery
isn
’
t
much
,
but
at
least
it
’
s
in
the
warm
.
’
’
Goodbye
,
then
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
’
ve
got
to
rush
.
’
’
Au
revoir
,
’
said
the
abbot
,
sadly
,
and
turned
away
.
The
fires
of
the
Hub
Lights
were
still
casting
their
flickering
illumination
across
the
landscape
.
Mort
sighed
,
and
reached
for
the
third
glass
.
The
container
was
silver
,
decorated
with
small
crowns
.
There
was
hardly
any
sand
left
.
Mort
,
feeling
that
the
night
had
thrown
everything
at
him
and
couldn
’
t
get
any
worse
,
turned
it
around
carefully
to
get
a
glimpse
of
the
name
.
.
.
.
