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There
was
silence
.
Then
the
wizard
grabbed
Mort
’
s
arm
.
’
Come
on
,
’
he
said
,
pulling
him
back
along
the
corridor
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
who
you
are
exactly
and
I
hope
I
’
ve
got
time
to
find
out
one
day
but
something
really
horrible
is
going
to
happen
soon
and
I
think
you
’
re
involved
,
somehow
.
’
’
Something
horrible
?
When
?
’
That
depends
on
how
far
away
the
interface
is
and
how
fast
it
’
s
moving
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
dragging
Mort
down
a
side
passage
.
When
they
were
outside
a
small
oak
door
he
let
go
of
his
arm
and
fumbled
in
his
pocket
again
,
removing
a
small
hard
piece
of
cheese
and
an
unpleasantly
squashy
tomato
.
’
Hold
these
,
will
you
?
Thank
you
.
’
He
delved
again
,
produced
a
key
and
unlocked
the
door
.
’
It
’
s
going
to
kill
the
princess
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
Yes
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
’
and
then
again
,
no
.
’
He
paused
with
his
hand
on
the
doorhandle
.
’
That
was
pretty
perspicacious
of
you
.
How
did
you
know
?
’
’
I
—
’
Mort
hesitated
.
’
She
told
me
a
very
strange
story
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
I
expect
she
did
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
If
it
was
unbelievable
,
it
was
true
.
’
’
You
’
re
him
,
are
you
?
Death
’
s
assistant
?
’
