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They
heard
him
cross
the
library
floor
as
though
he
had
a
grudge
against
it
,
and
slam
the
door
behind
him
.
’
Well
,
’
said
Mort
,
uncertainly
.
’
What
did
you
expect
?
’
snapped
Ysabell
.
’
He
doesn
’
t
care
for
anyone
much
except
father
.
’
’
It
’
s
just
that
I
thought
someone
like
him
would
help
if
I
explained
it
properly
,
’
said
Mort
.
He
sagged
.
The
rush
of
energy
that
had
propelled
him
through
the
long
night
had
evaporated
,
filling
his
mind
with
lead
.
’
You
know
he
was
a
famous
wizard
?
’
That
doesn
’
t
mean
anything
,
wizards
aren
’
t
necessarily
nice
.
Do
not
meddle
in
the
affairs
of
wizards
because
a
refusal
often
offends
,
I
read
somewhere
.
’
Ysabell
stepped
closer
to
Mort
and
peered
at
him
with
some
concern
.
’
You
look
like
something
left
on
a
plate
,
’
she
said
.
’
M
okay
,
’
said
Mort
,
walking
heavily
up
the
steps
and
into
the
scratching
shadows
of
the
library
.
’
You
’
re
not
.
You
could
do
with
a
good
night
’
s
sleep
,
my
lad
.
’
’
M
’
t
,
’
murmured
Mort
.
He
felt
Ysabell
slip
his
arm
over
her
shoulder
.
The
walls
were
moving
gently
,
even
the
sound
of
his
own
voice
was
coming
from
a
long
way
off
,
and
he
dimly
felt
how
nice
it
would
be
to
stretch
out
on
a
nice
stone
slab
and
sleep
forever
.
