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It
should
have
been
enough
for
any
normal
soldier
,
but
this
guard
was
officer
material
.
’
I
mean
,
friend
or
foe
?
’
he
stuttered
,
trying
to
avoid
Mort
’
s
gaze
.
’
Which
would
you
prefer
?
’
he
grinned
.
It
wasn
’
t
quite
the
grin
of
his
master
,
but
it
was
a
pretty
effective
grin
and
didn
’
t
have
a
trace
of
humour
in
it
.
The
guard
sagged
with
relief
,
and
stood
aside
.
’
Pass
,
friend
,
’
he
said
.
Mort
strode
across
the
hall
towards
the
staircase
that
led
to
the
royal
apartments
.
The
hall
had
changed
a
lot
since
he
last
saw
it
.
Portraits
of
Keli
were
everywhere
;
they
’
d
even
replaced
the
ancient
and
crumbling
battle
banners
in
the
shadowy
heights
of
the
roof
.
Anyone
walking
through
the
palace
would
have
found
it
impossible
to
go
more
than
a
few
steps
without
seeing
a
portrait
.
Part
of
Mort
’
s
mind
wondered
why
,
just
as
another
part
worried
about
the
flickering
dome
that
was
steadily
closing
on
the
city
,
but
most
of
his
mind
was
a
hot
and
steamy
glow
of
rage
and
bewilderment
and
jealousy
.
Ysabell
had
been
right
,
he
thought
,
this
must
be
love
.
’
The
walk
-
through
-
walls
boy
!
’
He
jerked
his
head
up
.
Cutwell
was
standing
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
.
The
wizard
had
changed
a
lot
too
,
Mort
thought
bitterly
.
Perhaps
not
that
much
,
though
.
Although
he
was
wearing
a
black
and
white
robe
embroidered
with
sequins
,
although
his
pointy
hat
was
a
yard
high
and
decorated
with
more
mystic
symbols
than
a
dental
chart
,
and
although
his
red
velvet
shoes
had
silver
buckles
and
toes
that
curled
like
snails
,
there
were
still
a
few
stains
on
his
collar
and
he
appeared
to
be
chewing
.
