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There
were
a
few
ships
at
anchor
,
mostly
single
-
sailed
coastal
traders
.
The
Empire
didn
’
t
encourage
its
subjects
to
go
far
away
,
in
case
they
saw
things
that
might
disturb
them
.
For
the
same
reason
it
had
built
a
wall
around
the
entire
country
,
patrolled
by
the
Heavenly
Guard
whose
main
function
was
to
tread
heavily
on
the
fingers
of
any
inhabitants
who
felt
they
might
like
to
step
outside
for
five
minutes
for
a
breath
of
fresh
air
.
This
didn
’
t
happen
often
,
because
most
of
the
subjects
of
the
Sun
Emperor
were
quite
happy
to
live
inside
the
Wall
.
It
’
s
a
fact
of
life
that
everyone
is
on
one
side
or
other
of
a
wall
,
so
the
only
thing
to
do
is
forget
about
it
or
evolve
stronger
fingers
.
’
Who
runs
this
place
?
’
said
Ysabell
,
as
they
passed
over
the
harbour
.
’
There
’
s
some
kind
of
boy
emperor
,
’
said
Mort
.
’
But
the
top
man
is
really
the
Grand
Vizier
,
I
think
.
’
’
Never
trust
a
Grand
Vizier
,
’
said
Ysabell
wisely
.
In
fact
the
Sun
Emperor
didn
’
t
.
The
Vizier
,
whose
name
was
Nine
Turning
Mirrors
,
had
some
very
clear
views
about
who
should
run
the
country
,
e
.
g
.
,
that
it
should
be
him
,
and
now
the
boy
was
getting
big
enough
to
ask
questions
like
’
Don
’
t
you
think
the
wall
would
look
better
with
a
few
gates
in
it
?
’
and
’
Yes
,
but
what
is
it
like
on
the
other
side
?
’
he
had
decided
that
in
the
Emperor
’
s
own
best
interests
he
should
be
painfully
poisoned
and
buried
in
quicklime
.
Binky
landed
on
the
raked
gravel
outside
the
low
,
many
-
roomed
palace
,
severely
rearranging
the
harmony
of
the
universe
.
Mort
slid
off
his
back
and
helped
Ysabell
down
.
’
Just
don
’
t
get
in
the
way
,
will
you
?
’
he
said
urgently
.
’
And
don
’
t
ask
questions
either
.
’
He
ran
up
some
lacquered
steps
and
hurried
through
the
silent
rooms
,
pausing
occasionally
to
take
his
bearings
from
the
hourglass
.
At
last
he
sidled
down
a
corridor
and
peered
through
an
ornate
lattice
into
a
long
low
room
where
the
Court
was
at
its
evening
meal
.
The
young
Sun
Emperor
was
sitting
crosslegged
at
the
head
of
the
mat
with
his
cloak
of
vermine
and
feathers
spread
out
behind
him
.
He
looked
as
though
he
was
outgrowing
it
.
The
rest
of
the
Court
was
sitting
around
the
mat
in
strict
and
complicated
order
of
precedence
,
but
there
was
no
mistaking
the
Vizier
,
who
was
tucking
into
his
bowl
of
squishi
and
boiled
seaweed
in
a
highly
suspicious
fashion
.
No
-
one
seemed
to
be
about
to
die
.
