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’
I
don
’
t
think
he
does
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
No
,
probably
not
,
’
said
Lezek
.
’
Bit
of
a
one
-
man
business
,
I
expect
.
He
’
s
gone
now
,
anyway
.
Tell
you
what
,
I
’
ll
save
you
a
bit
of
mine
.
’
’
I
don
’
t
actually
feel
very
hungry
,
dad
.
’
’
There
’
s
hardly
any
gristle
.
’
’
No
.
But
thanks
all
the
same
.
’
’
Oh
.
’
Lezek
deflated
a
little
.
He
danced
about
a
bit
to
stamp
some
life
back
into
his
feet
,
and
whistled
a
few
tuneless
bars
between
his
teeth
.
He
felt
he
ought
to
say
something
,
to
offer
some
kind
of
advice
,
to
point
out
that
life
had
its
ups
and
downs
,
to
put
his
arm
around
his
son
’
s
shoulder
and
talk
expansively
about
the
problems
of
growing
up
,
to
indicate
–
in
short
–
that
the
world
is
a
funny
old
lace
where
one
should
never
,
metaphorically
speaking
,
be
so
proud
as
to
turn
down
the
offer
of
a
perfectly
good
hot
meat
pie
.
They
were
alone
now
.
The
frost
,
the
last
one
of
the
year
,
tightened
its
grip
on
the
stones
.
High
in
the
tower
above
them
a
cogged
wheel
went
clonk
,
tripped
a
lever
,
released
a
ratchet
and
let
a
heavy
lead
weight
drop
down
.
There
was
a
dreadful
metallic
wheezing
noise
and
the
trapdoors
in
the
clock
face
slid
open
,
releasing
the
clockwork
men
.
Swinging
their
hammers
jerkily
,
as
if
they
were
afflicted
with
robotic
arthritis
,
they
began
to
ring
in
the
new
day
.
’
Well
,
that
’
s
it
,
’
said
Lezek
,
hopefully
.
They
’
d
have
to
find
somewhere
to
sleep
–
Hogswatch
-
night
was
no
time
to
be
walking
in
the
mountains
.
Perhaps
there
was
a
stable
somewhere
.
.
.
.
