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’
Don
’
t
move
another
step
,
’
she
said
.
’
Guards
!
’
’
We
couldn
’
t
stop
him
,
’
said
the
first
guard
,
poking
his
head
shame
-
facedly
around
the
doorpost
.
’
He
just
pushed
in
.
.
.
’
said
the
other
guard
,
from
the
other
side
of
the
doorway
.
’
And
the
wizard
said
it
was
all
right
,
and
we
were
told
everyone
must
listen
to
him
because
.
’
All
right
,
all
right
.
People
could
get
murdered
around
here
,
’
said
Keli
testily
,
and
put
the
crossbow
back
on
the
bedside
table
without
,
unfortunately
,
operating
the
safety
catch
.
There
was
a
click
,
the
thwack
of
sinew
against
metal
,
a
zip
of
air
,
and
a
groan
.
The
groan
came
from
Cutwell
.
Mort
spun
round
to
him
.
’
Are
you
all
right
?
’
he
said
.
’
Did
it
hit
you
?
’
’
No
,
’
said
the
wizard
,
weakly
.
’
No
,
it
didn
’
t
.
How
do
you
feel
?
’
’
A
bit
tired
.
Why
?
’
’
Oh
,
nothing
.
Nothing
.
No
draughts
anywhere
?
No
slight
leaking
feelings
?
’
