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That
was
wizard
talk
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
You
shut
up
about
wizard
talk
.
I
don
’
t
know
anything
about
wizard
talk
.
You
apply
your
brain
to
this
here
.
’
Mort
looked
down
again
at
the
tracery
of
lines
.
It
was
as
if
a
spider
had
spun
a
web
on
the
page
,
stopping
at
every
junction
to
make
notes
.
Mort
stared
until
his
eyes
hurt
,
waiting
for
some
spark
of
inspiration
.
None
volunteered
.
’
Any
luck
?
’
’
It
’
s
all
Klatchian
to
me
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
I
don
’
t
even
know
whether
it
should
be
read
upside
down
or
sideways
.
’
’
Spiralling
from
the
centre
outwards
,
’
sniffed
Ysabell
from
her
seat
in
the
corner
.
Their
heads
collided
as
they
both
peered
at
the
centre
of
the
page
.
They
stared
at
her
.
She
shrugged
.
’
Father
taught
me
how
to
read
the
node
chart
,
’
she
said
,
’
when
I
used
to
do
my
sewing
in
here
.
He
used
to
read
bits
out
.
’
’
You
can
help
?
’
said
Mort
.
’
No
,
’
said
Ysabell
.
She
blew
her
nose
.
