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’
And
—
’
she
held
up
a
hand
–
’
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
say
"
Dead
,
ma
’
am
?
"
or
"
Assassin
,
ma
’
am
?
"
or
scream
or
anything
,
I
just
want
you
to
get
something
done
about
it
.
Quietly
.
I
think
I
’
ve
got
a
headache
.
So
just
nod
.
’
The
maid
nodded
,
bobbed
uncertainly
,
and
backed
away
.
Mort
wasn
’
t
sure
how
he
got
back
.
The
sky
simply
changed
from
ice
blue
to
sullen
grey
as
Binky
eased
himself
into
the
gap
between
dimensions
.
He
didn
’
t
land
on
the
dark
soil
of
Death
’
s
estate
,
it
was
simply
there
,
underfoot
,
as
though
an
aircraft
carrier
had
gently
manoeuvred
itself
under
a
jump
jet
to
save
the
pilot
all
the
trouble
of
touching
down
.
The
great
horse
trotted
into
the
stableyard
and
halted
outside
the
double
door
,
swishing
his
tail
.
Mort
slid
off
and
ran
for
the
house
.
And
stopped
,
and
ran
back
,
and
filled
the
hayrack
,
and
ran
for
the
house
,
and
stopped
and
muttered
to
himself
and
ran
back
and
rubbed
the
horse
down
and
checked
the
water
bucket
,
and
ran
for
the
house
,
and
ran
back
and
fetched
the
horseblanket
down
from
its
hook
on
the
wall
and
buckled
it
on
.
Binky
gave
him
a
dignified
nuzzle
.
No
-
one
seemed
to
be
about
as
Mort
slipped
in
by
the
back
door
and
made
his
way
to
the
library
,
where
even
at
this
time
of
night
the
air
seemed
to
be
made
of
hot
dry
dust
.
It
seemed
to
take
years
to
locate
Princess
Keli
’
s
biography
,
but
he
found
it
eventually
.
It
was
a
depressingly
slim
volume
on
a
shelf
only
reachable
by
the
library
ladder
,
a
wheeled
rickety
structure
that
strongly
resembled
an
early
siege
engine
.
With
trembling
fingers
he
opened
it
at
the
last
page
,
and
groaned
.
’
The
princess
’
s
assassination
at
the
age
of
fifteen
,
’
he
read
,
’
was
followed
by
the
union
of
Sto
Lat
with
Sto
Helit
and
,
indirectly
,
the
collapse
of
the
city
states
of
the
central
plain
and
the
rise
of
—
’
He
read
on
,
unable
to
stop
.
Occasionally
he
groaned
again
.
Finally
he
put
the
book
back
,
hesitated
,
and
then
shoved
it
behind
a
few
other
volumes
.
He
could
still
feel
it
there
as
he
climbed
down
the
ladder
,
shrieking
its
incriminating
existence
to
the
world
.
