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Mort
stared
at
his
knees
.
Then
he
stood
up
.
’
I
think
I
’
d
better
be
going
,
’
he
said
coldly
.
He
folded
up
the
scythe
and
stuck
it
into
its
sheath
behind
the
saddle
.
Then
he
looked
at
the
window
.
’
You
came
through
that
,
’
said
Keli
,
helpfully
.
’
Look
,
when
I
said
—
’
’
Does
it
open
?
’
’
No
.
There
’
s
a
balcony
along
the
passage
.
But
people
will
see
you
!
’
Mort
ignored
her
,
pulled
open
the
door
and
led
Binky
out
into
the
corridor
.
Keli
ran
after
them
.
A
maid
stopped
,
curtsied
,
and
frowned
slightly
as
her
brain
wisely
dismissed
the
sight
of
a
very
large
horse
walking
along
the
carpet
.
The
balcony
overlooked
one
of
the
inner
courtyards
.
Mort
glanced
over
the
parapet
,
and
then
mounted
.
’
Watch
out
for
the
duke
,
’
he
said
.
’
He
’
s
behind
all
this
.
’
’
My
father
always
warned
me
about
him
,
’
said
the
princess
.
’
I
’
ve
got
a
foodtaster
.
’
