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’
She
threw
them
at
you
?
’
’
Very
accurately
,
I
’
m
afraid
.
Very
strong
-
minded
young
lady
.
’
Hi
,
said
a
voice
in
the
back
of
Mort
’
s
mind
,
it
’
s
you
again
,
pointing
out
to
yourself
that
the
chances
of
the
princess
even
contemplating
you
know
with
this
fellow
are
on
the
far
side
of
remote
.
Go
away
,
thought
Mort
.
His
subconscious
was
worrying
him
.
It
appeared
to
have
a
direct
line
to
parts
of
his
body
that
he
wanted
to
ignore
at
the
moment
.
’
Why
are
you
here
?
’
he
said
aloud
.
’
Is
it
something
to
do
with
all
these
pictures
?
’
’
Good
idea
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
’
beamed
Cutwell
.
’
I
’
m
rather
proud
of
it
myself
.
’
’
Excuse
me
,
’
said
Mort
weakly
.
’
I
’
ve
had
a
busy
day
.
I
think
I
’
d
like
to
sit
down
somewhere
.
’
’
There
’
s
the
Throne
Room
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
There
’
s
no
-
one
in
there
at
this
time
of
night
.
Everyone
’
s
asleep
.
’
Mort
nodded
,
and
then
looked
suspiciously
at
the
young
wizard
.
