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’
I
came
down
here
once
,
’
said
Ysabell
,
whispering
.
’
If
you
go
far
enough
along
the
shelves
the
books
run
out
and
there
’
s
clay
tablets
and
lumps
of
stone
and
animal
skins
and
everyone
’
s
called
Ug
and
Zog
.
’
The
silence
was
almost
tangible
.
Mort
could
feel
the
books
watching
them
as
they
tramped
through
the
hot
,
silent
passages
.
Everyone
who
had
ever
lived
was
here
somewhere
,
right
back
to
the
first
people
that
the
gods
had
baked
out
of
mud
or
whatever
.
They
didn
’
t
exactly
resent
him
,
they
were
just
wondering
about
why
he
was
here
.
’
Did
you
get
past
Ug
and
Zog
?
’
he
hissed
.
There
’
s
a
lot
of
people
would
be
very
interested
to
know
what
’
s
there
.
’
’
I
got
frightened
.
It
’
s
a
long
way
and
I
didn
’
t
have
enough
candles
.
’
’
Pity
.
’
Ysabell
stopped
so
sharply
that
Mort
cannoned
into
the
back
of
her
.
This
would
be
about
the
right
area
,
’
she
said
.
’
What
now
?
’
Mort
peered
at
the
faded
names
on
the
spines
.
’
They
don
’
t
seem
to
be
in
any
order
!
’
he
moaned
.
They
looked
up
.
They
wandered
down
a
couple
of
side
alleys
.
They
pulled
a
few
books
off
the
lowest
shelves
at
random
,
raising
pillows
of
dust
.
