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She
muttered
some
words
that
would
have
amazed
and
shocked
her
tutors
,
and
thumped
on
the
woodwork
.
The
tattoo
of
her
hammering
suddenly
slowed
as
realisation
dawned
.
He
’
d
seen
her
!
He
’
d
heard
her
!
She
beat
on
the
door
with
renewed
vigour
,
yelling
with
all
the
power
in
her
lungs
.
A
voice
by
her
ear
said
,
’
It
won
’
t
work
.
He
’
eef
very
fstubborn
.
’
She
looked
around
slowly
and
met
the
impertinent
gaze
of
the
doorknocker
.
It
waggled
its
metal
eyebrows
at
her
and
spoke
indistinctly
through
its
wrought
-
iron
ring
.
’
I
am
Princess
Keli
,
heir
to
the
throne
of
Sto
Lat
,
’
she
said
haughtily
,
holding
down
the
lid
on
her
terror
.
’
And
I
don
’
t
talk
to
door
furniture
.
’
’
Fwell
,
I
’
m
just
a
doorknocker
and
I
can
talk
to
fwhoever
I
please
,
’
said
the
gargoyle
pleasantly
.
’
And
I
can
ftell
you
the
fmaster
iff
having
a
trying
day
and
duff
fnot
fwant
to
be
disturbed
.
But
you
could
ftry
to
use
the
magic
word
,
’
it
added
.
’
Coming
from
an
attractiff
fwoman
it
works
nine
times
out
of
eight
.
’
’
Magic
word
?
What
’
s
the
magic
word
?
’
The
knocker
perceptibly
sneered
.
’
Haff
you
been
taught
nothing
,
miss
?
’
