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The
wizard
will
put
his
hands
where
I
can
see
them
,
’
said
the
duke
.
Cutwell
stood
up
slowly
,
and
turned
around
.
The
duke
was
backed
by
half
a
dozen
large
serious
men
,
the
type
of
men
whose
only
function
in
life
is
to
loom
behind
people
like
the
duke
.
They
had
a
dozen
large
serious
crossbows
,
whose
main
purpose
was
to
appear
to
be
on
the
point
of
going
off
.
The
princess
sprang
to
her
feet
and
launched
herself
at
her
uncle
,
but
Cutwell
grabbed
her
.
’
No
,
’
he
said
,
quietly
.
This
isn
’
t
the
kind
of
man
who
ties
you
up
in
a
cellar
with
just
enough
time
for
the
mice
to
eat
your
ropes
before
the
flood
-
waters
rise
.
This
is
the
kind
of
man
who
just
kills
you
here
and
now
.
’
The
duke
bowed
.
’
I
think
it
can
be
truly
said
that
the
gods
have
spoken
,
’
he
said
.
’
Clearly
the
princess
was
tragically
crushed
by
the
rogue
elephant
.
The
people
will
be
upset
.
I
will
personally
decree
a
week
of
mourning
.
’
’
You
can
’
t
do
that
,
all
the
guests
have
seen
–
!
’
the
princess
began
,
nearly
in
tears
.
Cutwell
shook
his
head
.
He
could
see
the
guards
moving
through
the
crowds
of
bewildered
guests
.
They
haven
’
t
,
’
he
said
.
’
You
’
ll
be
amazed
at
what
they
haven
’
t
seen
.
Especially
when
they
learn
that
being
tragically
crushed
to
death
by
rogue
elephants
can
be
catching
.
You
can
even
die
of
it
in
bed
.
’
The
duke
laughed
pleasantly
.
