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’
One
day
you
might
need
some
friends
on
the
Other
Side
,
’
said
Mort
.
He
thought
for
a
few
seconds
and
added
,
’
If
I
were
you
,
it
wouldn
’
t
do
any
harm
to
give
my
soul
a
bit
of
a
last
-
minute
polish
.
Some
of
those
waiting
for
you
might
not
like
the
taste
of
that
.
’
Albert
shuddered
and
shut
his
eyes
.
’
You
don
’
t
know
about
that
what
you
talk
about
,
’
he
added
,
with
more
feeling
than
grammar
,
’
else
you
wouldn
’
t
say
that
.
What
do
you
want
from
me
?
’
Mort
told
him
.
Albert
cackled
.
’
Just
that
?
Just
change
Reality
?
You
can
’
t
.
There
isn
’
t
any
magic
strong
enough
any
more
.
The
Great
Spells
could
of
done
it
.
Nothing
else
.
And
that
’
s
it
,
so
you
might
as
well
do
as
you
please
and
the
best
of
luck
to
you
.
’
Ysabell
came
back
,
a
little
out
of
breath
,
clutching
the
latest
volume
of
Albert
’
s
life
.
Albert
sniffed
again
.
The
tiny
drip
on
the
end
of
his
nose
fascinated
Mort
.
It
was
always
on
the
point
of
dropping
off
but
never
had
the
courage
.
Just
like
him
,
he
thought
.
’
You
can
’
t
do
anything
to
me
with
the
book
,
’
said
the
old
wizard
warily
.
’
I
don
’
t
intend
to
.
But
it
strikes
me
that
you
don
’
t
get
to
be
a
powerful
wizard
by
telling
the
truth
all
the
time
.
Ysabell
,
read
out
what
’
s
being
written
.
’
