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Mort
and
Keli
sat
side
by
side
on
her
bed
.
The
hourglass
lay
between
them
.
There
was
no
sand
left
in
the
top
bulb
.
From
outside
came
the
sounds
of
the
castle
waking
up
.
’
I
still
don
’
t
understand
this
,
’
she
said
.
’
Does
it
mean
I
’
m
dead
,
or
doesn
’
t
it
?
’
’
It
means
you
ought
to
be
dead
,
’
he
said
,
’
according
to
fate
or
whatever
.
I
haven
’
t
really
studied
the
theory
,
’
’
And
you
should
have
killed
me
?
’
’
No
!
I
mean
,
no
,
the
assassin
should
have
killed
you
.
I
did
try
to
explain
all
that
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Why
didn
’
t
you
let
him
?
’
Mort
looked
at
her
in
horror
.
’
Did
you
want
to
die
?
’
’
Of
course
I
didn
’
t
.
But
it
looks
as
though
what
people
want
doesn
’
t
come
into
it
,
does
it
?
I
’
m
trying
to
be
sensible
about
this
.
’
