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’
What
are
you
talking
about
?
’
Mort
reached
down
to
swing
her
up
behind
him
.
It
was
a
nice
idea
,
but
merely
meant
that
he
nearly
pulled
himself
out
of
the
saddle
.
She
pushed
him
back
gently
and
climbed
up
by
herself
.
Binky
skittered
sideways
,
sensing
Mort
’
s
feverish
excitement
,
and
snorted
and
pawed
at
the
sand
.
’
I
said
,
what
are
you
talking
about
?
’
Mort
turned
the
horse
to
face
the
distant
glow
of
the
sunset
.
’
The
speed
of
night
,
’
he
said
.
Gutwell
poked
his
head
over
the
palace
battlements
and
groaned
.
The
interface
was
only
a
street
away
,
clearly
visible
in
the
octarine
,
and
he
didn
’
t
have
to
imagine
the
sizzling
.
He
could
hear
it
–
a
nasty
,
saw
-
toothed
buzz
as
random
particles
of
possibility
hit
the
interface
and
gave
up
their
energy
as
noise
.
As
it
ground
its
way
up
the
street
the
pearly
wall
swallowed
the
bunting
,
the
torches
and
the
waiting
crowds
,
leaving
only
dark
streets
.
Somewhere
out
there
,
Cutwell
thought
,
I
’
m
fast
asleep
in
my
bed
and
none
of
this
has
happened
.
Lucky
me
.
He
ducked
down
,
skidded
down
the
ladder
to
the
cobbles
and
legged
it
back
to
the
main
hall
with
the
skirts
of
his
robe
flapping
around
his
ankles
.
He
slipped
in
through
the
small
postern
in
the
great
door
and
ordered
the
guards
to
lock
it
,
then
grabbed
his
skirts
again
and
pounded
along
a
side
passage
so
that
the
guests
wouldn
’
t
notice
him
.
The
hall
was
lit
with
thousands
of
candles
and
crowded
with
Sto
Plain
dignitaries
,
nearly
all
of
them
slightly
unsure
why
they
were
there
.
And
,
of
course
,
there
was
the
elephant
.
It
was
the
elephant
that
had
convinced
Cutwell
that
he
had
gone
off
the
rails
of
sanity
,
but
it
seemed
like
a
good
idea
a
few
hours
ago
,
when
his
exasperation
at
the
High
Priest
’
s
poor
eyesight
had
run
into
the
recollection
that
a
lumber
mill
on
the
edge
of
town
possessed
said
beast
for
the
purposes
of
heavy
haulage
.
It
was
elderly
,
arthritic
and
had
an
uncertain
temper
,
but
it
had
one
important
advantage
as
a
sacrificial
victim
.
The
High
Priest
should
be
able
to
see
it
.
