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’
With
slaves
?
’
IF
THAT
’
S
WHAT
THEY
THINK
THEY
ARE
.
That
’
s
not
very
fair
.
’
THERE
’
S
NO
JUSTICE
,
said
Mort
.
JUST
us
.
They
hurried
back
along
the
avenues
of
waiting
ghouls
and
were
nearly
running
when
they
burst
out
into
the
desert
night
air
.
Ysabell
leaned
against
the
rough
stonework
and
panted
for
breath
.
Mort
wasn
’
t
out
of
breath
.
He
wasn
’
t
breathing
.
I
WILL
TAKE
YOU
WHEREVER
YOU
WANT
,
he
said
,
AND
THEN
I
MUST
LEAVE
YOU
.
’
But
I
thought
you
wanted
to
rescue
the
princess
!
’
Mort
shook
his
head
.
