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He
watched
Mort
climb
the
stairs
towards
him
.
’
Are
you
angry
about
something
?
’
he
said
.
’
I
started
work
,
but
I
got
rather
tied
up
with
other
things
.
Very
difficult
,
walking
through
–
why
are
you
looking
at
me
like
that
?
’
’
What
are
you
doing
here
?
’
’
I
might
ask
you
the
same
question
.
Would
you
like
a
strawberry
?
’
Mort
glanced
at
the
small
wooden
punnet
in
the
wizard
’
s
hands
.
’
In
mid
-
winter
?
’
’
Actually
,
they
’
re
sprouts
with
a
dash
of
enchantment
.
’
They
taste
like
strawberries
?
’
Cutwell
sighed
.
’
No
,
like
sprouts
.
The
spell
isn
’
t
totally
efficient
.
I
thought
they
might
cheer
the
princess
up
,
but
she
threw
them
at
me
.
Shame
to
waste
them
.
Be
my
guest
.
’
Mort
gaped
at
him
.
