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’
Yes
.
Tastes
like
rotten
apples
.
You
’
d
have
thought
it
was
some
sort
of
poison
the
way
they
kept
staring
.
’
’
How
much
did
you
drink
,
then
?
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
A
pint
,
perhaps
,
I
wasn
’
t
really
paying
much
attention
—
’
’
Did
you
know
scumble
is
the
strongest
alcoholic
drink
between
here
and
the
Ramtops
?
’
the
wizard
demanded
.
’
No
.
No
-
one
said
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
What
’
s
it
got
to
do
with
—
’
’
No
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
slowly
,
’
you
didn
’
t
know
.
Hmm
.
That
’
s
a
clue
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
’
Has
it
got
anything
to
do
with
saving
the
princess
?
’
’
Probably
not
.
I
’
d
like
to
have
a
look
at
my
books
,
though
.
’
’
In
that
case
it
’
s
not
important
,
’
said
Mort
firmly
.
He
turned
to
Keli
,
who
was
looking
at
him
with
the
faint
beginnings
of
admiration
.
