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’
No
?
I
can
take
you
back
and
leave
you
there
.
I
shouldn
’
t
think
you
’
ve
got
much
time
left
,
have
you
?
’
HAVE
YOU
?
’
Don
’
t
talk
like
that
,
’
said
Albert
,
quite
failing
to
meet
his
gaze
.
’
You
sound
like
the
master
when
you
talk
like
that
.
’
’
I
could
be
a
lot
worse
than
the
master
,
’
said
Mort
evenly
.
’
Ysabell
,
go
and
get
Albert
’
s
book
,
will
you
?
’
’
Mort
,
I
really
think
you
’
re
—
’
SHALL
I
ASK
YOU
AGAIN
?
She
fled
from
the
room
,
white
-
faced
.
Albert
squinted
at
Mort
along
the
length
of
the
sword
,
and
smiled
a
lop
-
sided
,
humourless
smile
.
’
You
won
’
t
be
able
to
control
it
forever
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
don
’
t
want
to
.
I
just
want
to
control
it
for
long
enough
.
’
’
You
’
re
receptive
now
,
see
?
The
longer
the
master
is
away
,
the
more
you
’
ll
become
just
like
him
.
Only
it
’
ll
be
worse
,
because
you
’
ll
remember
all
about
being
human
and
—
’
