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At
last
he
found
what
he
was
searching
for
.
It
was
a
doorway
edged
in
octarine
light
,
leading
to
a
short
tunnel
.
There
were
figures
at
the
other
end
,
beckoning
to
him
.
I
COME
,
he
said
,
and
then
turned
as
he
heard
the
sudden
noise
behind
him
.
Eleven
stone
of
young
womanhood
hit
him
squarely
in
the
chest
,
lifting
him
off
the
ground
.
Mort
landed
with
Ysabell
kneeling
on
him
,
holding
on
grimly
to
his
arms
.
LET
ME
GO
,
he
intoned
.
I
HAVE
BEEN
SUMMONED
.
’
Not
you
,
idiot
!
’
She
stared
into
the
blue
,
pupil
-
less
pools
of
his
eyes
.
It
was
like
looking
down
a
rushing
tunnel
.
Mort
arched
his
back
and
screamed
a
curse
so
ancient
and
virulent
that
in
the
strong
magical
field
it
actually
took
on
a
form
,
flapped
its
leathery
wings
and
slunk
away
.
A
private
thunderstorm
crashed
around
the
sand
dunes
.
His
eyes
drew
her
again
.
She
looked
away
before
she
dropped
like
a
stone
down
a
well
made
of
blue
light
.
I
COMMAND
YOU
.
Mort
’
s
voice
could
have
cut
holes
in
rock
.
’
Father
tried
that
tone
on
me
for
years
,
’
she
said
calmly
.
’
Generally
when
he
wanted
me
to
clean
my
bedroom
.
It
didn
’
t
work
then
,
either
.
’
