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Cutwell
,
the
wizard
and
Royal
Recogniser
by
appointment
,
pulled
himself
up
the
last
of
the
tower
steps
and
leaned
against
the
wall
,
waiting
for
his
heart
to
stop
thumping
.
Actually
it
wasn
’
t
particularly
high
,
this
tower
,
just
high
for
Sto
Lat
.
In
general
design
and
outline
it
looked
the
standard
sort
of
tower
for
imprisoning
princesses
in
;
it
was
mainly
used
to
store
old
furniture
.
However
,
it
offered
unsurpassed
views
of
the
city
and
the
Sto
plain
,
which
is
to
say
,
you
could
see
an
awful
lot
of
cabbages
.
Cutwell
made
it
as
far
as
the
crumbling
crenel
-
lations
atop
the
wall
and
looked
out
at
the
morning
haze
.
It
was
,
maybe
,
a
little
hazier
than
usual
.
If
he
tried
hard
he
could
imagine
a
flicker
in
the
sky
.
If
he
really
strained
his
imagination
he
could
hear
a
buzzing
out
over
the
cabbage
fields
,
a
sound
like
someone
frying
locusts
.
He
shivered
.
At
a
time
like
this
his
hands
automatically
patted
his
pockets
,
and
found
nothing
but
half
a
bag
of
jelly
babies
,
melted
into
a
sticky
mass
,
and
an
apple
core
.
Neither
offered
much
consolation
.
What
Cutwell
wanted
was
what
any
normal
wizard
wanted
at
a
time
like
this
,
which
was
a
smoke
.
He
’
d
have
killed
for
a
cigar
,
and
would
have
gone
as
far
as
a
flesh
wound
for
a
squashed
dog
-
end
.
He
pulled
himself
together
.
Resolution
was
good
for
the
moral
fibre
;
the
only
trouble
was
the
fibre
didn
’
t
appreciate
the
sacrifices
he
was
making
for
it
.
They
said
that
a
truly
great
wizard
should
be
permanently
under
tension
.
You
could
have
used
Cutwell
for
a
bowstring
.
He
turned
his
back
on
the
brassica
-
ed
landscape
and
made
his
way
back
down
the
winding
steps
to
the
main
part
of
the
palace
.
Still
,
he
told
himself
,
the
campaign
appeared
to
be
working
.
The
population
didn
’
t
seem
to
be
resisting
the
fact
that
there
was
going
to
be
a
coronation
,
although
they
weren
’
t
exactly
clear
about
who
was
going
to
be
crowned
.
There
was
going
to
be
bunting
in
the
streets
and
Cutwell
had
arranged
for
the
town
square
’
s
main
fountain
to
run
,
if
not
with
wine
,
then
at
least
with
an
acceptable
beer
made
from
broccoli
.
There
was
going
to
be
folk
dancing
,
at
sword
point
if
necessary
.
There
would
be
races
for
children
.
There
would
be
an
ox
roast
.
The
royal
coach
had
been
regilded
and
Cutwell
was
optimistic
that
people
could
be
persuaded
to
notice
it
as
it
went
by
.
