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’
Hold
this
,
’
he
said
.
’
If
this
is
right
,
then
the
other
should
be
somewhere
near
.
Ah
.
Here
.
’
Mort
turned
the
two
glasses
around
in
his
hands
.
One
had
all
the
markings
of
an
important
life
,
while
the
other
one
was
squat
and
quite
unremarkable
.
Mort
read
the
names
.
The
first
seemed
to
refer
to
a
nobleman
in
the
Agatean
Empire
regions
.
The
second
was
a
collection
of
pictograms
that
he
recognised
as
originating
in
Turnwise
Klatch
.
’
Over
to
you
,
’
Albert
sneered
.
The
sooner
you
get
started
,
the
sooner
you
’
ll
be
finished
.
I
’
ll
bring
Binky
round
to
the
front
door
.
’
’
Do
my
eyes
look
all
right
to
you
?
’
said
Mort
,
anxiously
.
’
Nothing
wrong
with
them
that
I
can
see
,
’
said
Albert
.
’
Bit
red
round
the
edges
,
bit
bluer
than
usual
,
nothing
special
.
’
Mort
followed
him
back
past
the
long
shelves
of
glass
,
looking
thoughtful
.
Ysabell
watched
him
take
the
sword
from
the
rack
by
the
door
and
test
its
edge
by
swishing
it
through
the
air
,
just
as
Death
did
,
and
grinning
mirthlessly
at
the
satisfactory
sound
of
the
thunderclap
.
She
recognised
the
walk
.
He
was
stalking
.
’
Mort
?
’
she
whispered
.
