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’
I
think
I
can
help
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
think
I
can
lay
my
hands
on
some
powerful
magic
.
Magic
will
hold
back
the
dome
,
won
’
t
it
,
Cutwell
?
’
’
My
magic
won
’
t
.
It
’
d
have
to
be
pretty
strong
stuff
,
and
I
’
m
not
sure
about
it
even
then
.
Reality
is
tougher
than
—
’
’
I
shall
go
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
Until
tomorrow
,
farewell
!
’
’
It
is
tomorrow
,
’
Keli
pointed
out
.
Mort
deflated
slightly
.
’
All
right
,
tonight
then
,
’
he
said
,
slightly
put
out
,
and
added
,
’
I
will
begone
!
’
’
Begone
what
?
’
’
It
’
s
hero
talk
,
’
said
Cutwell
,
kindly
.
’
He
can
’
t
help
it
.
’
Mort
scowled
at
him
,
smiled
bravely
at
Keli
and
walked
out
of
the
room
.
’
He
might
have
opened
the
door
,
’
said
Keli
,
after
he
had
gone
.
’
I
think
he
was
a
bit
embarrassed
,
’
said
Cutwell
.
’
We
all
go
through
that
stage
.
’
