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A
figure
appeared
momentarily
in
the
smoke
,
black
-
robed
and
holding
a
glittering
sword
.
Albert
swore
as
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
pale
face
under
the
cowl
;
it
wasn
’
t
pale
enough
.
’
No
!
’
Albert
yelled
,
ducking
into
the
octogram
and
flailing
at
the
flickering
shape
with
his
hands
.
’
Not
you
,
not
you
.
.
.
.
’
And
,
in
faraway
Tsort
,
Ysabell
forgot
she
was
a
lady
,
bunched
her
fist
,
narrowed
her
eyes
and
caught
Mort
squarely
on
the
jaw
.
The
world
around
her
exploded
.
.
.
.
In
the
kitchen
of
Harga
’
s
House
of
Ribs
the
frying
pan
crashed
to
the
floor
,
sending
the
cats
scurrying
out
of
the
door
.
.
.
.
In
the
great
hall
of
the
Unseen
University
everything
happened
at
once
.
The
tremendous
force
the
wizards
had
been
exerting
on
the
shadow
realm
suddenly
had
one
focus
.
Like
a
reluctant
cork
from
a
bottle
,
like
a
dollop
of
fiery
ketchup
from
the
upturned
sauce
bottle
of
Infinity
,
Death
landed
in
the
octogram
and
swore
.
Albert
realised
just
too
late
that
he
was
inside
the
charmed
ring
and
made
a
dive
for
the
edge
.
But
skeletal
fingers
caught
him
by
the
hem
of
his
robe
.
The
wizards
,
such
of
them
who
were
still
on
their
feet
and
conscious
,
were
rather
surprised
to
see
that
Death
was
wearing
an
apron
and
holding
a
small
kitten
.
’
Why
did
you
have
’
TO
SPOIL
IT
ALL
?
