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’
It
might
be
dangerous
down
here
,
’
Ysabell
pointed
out
.
’
So
I
’
ll
be
up
the
ladder
with
the
candle
,
thank
you
.
’
She
set
her
foot
on
the
bottom
rung
and
was
soon
no
more
than
a
frilly
shadow
outlined
in
a
halo
of
candlelight
that
soon
began
to
shrink
.
Mort
steadied
the
ladder
and
tried
not
to
think
of
all
the
lives
pressing
in
on
him
.
Occasionally
a
meteor
of
hot
wax
would
thump
into
the
floor
beside
him
,
raising
a
crater
in
the
dust
.
Ysabell
was
now
a
faint
glow
far
above
,
and
he
could
feel
every
footstep
as
it
vibrated
down
the
ladder
.
She
stopped
.
It
seemed
to
be
for
quite
a
long
time
.
Then
her
voice
floated
down
,
deadened
by
the
weight
of
silence
around
them
.
’
Mort
,
I
’
ve
found
it
.
’
’
Good
.
Bring
it
down
.
’
’
Mort
,
you
were
right
.
’
’
Okay
,
thanks
.
Now
bring
it
down
,
’
’
Yes
,
Mort
,
but
which
one
?
’
