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It
might
be
worth
taking
another
look
at
Mort
,
because
he
’
s
changed
a
lot
in
the
last
few
chapters
.
For
example
,
while
he
still
has
plenty
of
knees
and
elbows
about
his
person
,
they
seem
to
have
migrated
to
their
normal
places
and
he
no
longer
moves
as
though
his
joints
were
loosely
fastened
together
with
elastic
bands
.
He
used
to
look
as
if
he
knew
nothing
at
all
;
now
he
looks
as
though
he
knows
too
much
.
Something
about
his
eyes
suggests
that
he
has
seen
things
that
ordinary
people
never
see
,
or
at
least
never
see
more
than
once
.
Something
about
all
the
rest
of
him
suggests
to
the
watchers
that
causing
an
inconvenience
for
this
boy
might
just
be
as
wise
as
kicking
a
wasp
nest
.
In
short
,
Mort
no
longer
looks
like
something
the
cat
brought
in
and
then
brought
up
.
The
landlord
relaxed
his
grip
on
the
stout
blackthorn
peacemaker
he
kept
under
the
bar
and
composed
his
features
into
something
resembling
a
cheerful
welcoming
grin
,
although
not
very
much
.
’
Evening
,
your
lordship
,
’
he
said
.
’
What
’
s
your
pleasure
this
cold
and
frosty
night
?
’
’
What
?
’
said
Mort
,
blinking
in
the
light
.
’
What
he
means
is
,
what
d
’
you
want
to
drink
?
’
said
a
small
ferret
-
faced
man
sitting
by
the
fire
,
who
was
giving
Mort
the
kind
of
look
a
butcher
gives
a
field
full
of
lambs
.
’
Um
.
I
don
’
t
know
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Do
you
sell
stardrip
?
’
’
Never
heard
of
it
,
lordship
.
’
Mort
looked
around
at
the
faces
watching
him
,
illuminated
by
the
firelight
.
They
were
the
sort
of
people
generally
called
the
salt
of
the
earth
.
In
other
words
,
they
were
hard
,
square
and
bad
for
your
health
,
but
Mort
was
too
preoccupied
to
notice
.
