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She
drew
herself
up
to
her
full
height
,
which
wasn
’
t
really
worth
the
effort
.
She
felt
she
’
d
had
a
trying
day
too
.
Her
father
had
personally
executed
a
hundred
enemies
in
battle
.
She
should
be
able
to
manage
a
doorknocker
.
’
I
have
been
educated
,
’
she
informed
it
with
icy
precision
,
’
by
some
of
the
finest
scholars
in
the
land
.
’
The
doorknocker
did
not
appear
to
be
impressed
.
’
Iff
they
didn
’
t
teach
you
the
magic
word
,
’
it
said
calmly
,
’
they
couldn
’
t
haff
fbeen
all
that
fine
.
’
Keli
reached
out
,
grabbed
the
heavy
ring
,
and
pounded
it
on
the
door
.
The
knocker
leered
at
her
.
’
Ftreat
me
rough
,
’
it
lisped
.
’
That
’
f
the
way
I
like
it
!
’
’
You
’
re
disgusting
!
’
’
Yeff
.
Ooo
,
that
waff
nife
,
do
it
again
.
.
.
.
’
The
door
opened
a
crack
.
There
was
a
shadowy
glimpse
of
curly
hair
.
’
Madam
,
I
said
we
’
re
cl
—
’
