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’
My
lord
!
’
NO
-
ONE
’
S
LORD
,
said
Mort
.
NOW
RUN
ALONG
TO
WHEREVER
YOU
BELIEVE
YOU
’
RE
GOING
.
’
I
shall
be
a
concubine
at
the
heavenly
court
of
King
Zetesphut
,
who
will
dwell
among
the
stars
forever
,
’
she
said
firmly
.
’
You
don
’
t
have
to
be
,
’
said
Ysabell
sharply
.
The
girl
turned
to
her
,
wide
-
eyed
.
’
Oh
,
but
I
must
.
I
’
ve
been
training
for
it
,
’
she
said
,
as
she
faded
from
view
.
’
I
’
ve
only
managed
to
be
a
handmaiden
up
till
now
.
’
She
vanished
.
Ysabell
stared
with
dark
disapproval
at
the
space
she
had
occupied
.
’
Well
!
’
she
said
,
and
,
’
Did
you
see
what
she
had
on
?
’
LET
’
S
GET
OUT
OF
HERE
.
’
But
it
can
’
t
be
true
about
King
Whosis
dwelling
among
the
stars
,
’
she
grumbled
as
they
found
their
way
out
of
the
crowded
room
.
’
There
’
s
nothing
but
empty
space
up
there
.
’
IT
’
S
HARD
TO
EXPLAIN
,
said
Mort
.
HE
’
LL
DWELL
AMONG
THE
STARS
IN
HIS
OWN
MIND
.
