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It
watched
Mort
canter
off
along
the
street
and
shuddered
with
relief
,
knocking
itself
gently
in
its
nervousness
.
’
A
naaaarrow
sqeeeak
,
’
said
one
of
the
hinges
.
’
Fut
up
!
’
Mort
passed
night
watchmen
,
whose
job
now
appeared
to
consist
of
ringing
bells
and
shouting
the
name
of
the
Princess
,
but
a
little
uncertainly
,
as
if
they
had
difficulty
remembering
it
.
He
ignored
them
,
because
he
was
listening
to
voices
inside
his
head
which
went
:
She
’
s
only
met
you
once
,
you
fool
.
Why
should
she
bother
about
you
?
Yes
,
but
I
did
save
her
life
.
That
means
it
belongs
to
her
.
Not
to
you
.
Besides
,
he
’
s
a
wizard
.
So
what
?
Wizards
aren
’
t
supposed
to
–
to
go
out
with
girls
,
they
’
re
celebrate
.
.
.
.
Celebrate
?
They
’
re
not
supposed
to
youknow
.
.
.
.
